Chapter 753: Blaming the Wolf Fang Mercenaries
Facing over eighty people, with more than eighty guns.
The Alliance members did not show any signs of fear on their faces; instead, they looked angry.
"Who are you? Do you know where this is? Do you know who we are? Are you courting death by daring to act wildly here?" The square-faced man shouted at Tian Ming.
Residents of Luoyan Dock not only have status but also strength. If someone dares to intrude, shooting them dead is no big deal.
So, no one has ever dared to provoke Luoyan Dock. Yet today, there are some who dare to defy death!
"I don’t care who you are. Hand over the truck, and I guarantee none of you will get hurt," Tian Ming shouted across.
He clearly remembered the order Lin Tian had previously given: if they didn’t see him, they should take the truck by force.
"Hmph, not afraid of death, are you? If you want to drive away the truck, you’ll have to step over our dead bodies!"
The square-faced man took a step forward, with his long sword pointed ahead, embodying the demeanor of a hero unafraid of life and death.
The Alliance disciples behind him also stepped forward, holding their swords, sharing both honor and disgrace together.
"Heh, these days, there really are those not afraid of death. Do you really think I don’t dare to shoot?" Tian Ming laughed.
The square-faced man fell silent, though his heart was actually pounding. With so many guns, surviving would be a miracle!
But going back just like this would also mean punishment!
"Load!" Tian Ming suddenly shouted.
Click-clack...
It was the sound of guns being cocked, crisp and cold, carrying the ominous breath of death.
"I’ll count to three. If you don’t retreat, you’re just asking for trouble!" Tian Ming threatened with a smile, though no one could see his grinning expression under the hood.
"Wait!" The square-faced man suddenly shouted.
Tian Ming and his men stayed put, just watching him quietly, a teasing look in their eyes.
"Brothers, as the old saying goes: A real man can yield or fight. Dying here today is just a pointless sacrifice, not worth it! As long as the green hills remain, there will be no lack of firewood!" The square-faced man said to everyone behind him.
Silence, a palpable silence. No one objected, which meant tacit agreement.
The square-faced man bit his lip, suddenly raised his sword, flipped it around, and slashed a deep cut across his own stomach!
Thud...
A long gash appeared on his belly, and blood immediately spilled out, dripping onto the snowy ground from his red-stained white robes, glaringly bright.
"Boss... what are you doing?"
Everyone was dumbfounded, wondering why he was self-harming at a time like this?
Some were worried and hurriedly tearing clothes to bandage him.
The square-faced man held his stomach and weakly said, "If we go back like this, we will surely be seen as negligent! If I’m injured, the punishment everyone faces may at least be lighter..."
This instantly moved everyone; he used his own safety to spare his brothers from punishment!
Someone wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and shouted, "Boss! We understand your sentiment! Brothers, draw your swords!"
The square-faced man seemed to sense something and quickly shouted, "Stop! I’m your leader, I can handle this alone, there’s no need for you! This is an order!"
"Do it!"
The crowd seemed not to hear the leader’s command, swinging their swords, gritting their teeth, and either stabbing or slashing, causing all sorts of wounds on their bodies.
Some even used their inner strength to break their own arms. All sorts of self-harm methods were used.
In the cold night, amidst the falling snow, this scene was reminiscent of warriors cutting off their own arms in desperation.
The Alliance has its own rules. This time, they were not only trying to retrieve the medical supplies but also the Alliance’s honor. If they returned unscathed, the punishment would be far worse.
"Sigh... why do you guys have to do this." The square-faced man sighed deeply, tears filling his eyes.
"Haha, Boss, you always said to share blessings and hardships together." Someone said with a silly smile while bandaging his wounds.
Tian Ming watched the scene unfold, reminded of his old brothers from the barracks, making his eyes a bit wet.
"I admire your actions; you can leave," Tian Ming said, waving his hand as he didn’t want to make things harder for them.
"Let’s go!" The square-faced man held his wounded stomach, reluctantly turning around. Just as they were about to leave, someone suddenly jumped out from the roadside, standing between the two sides.
"Stop! You can’t leave yet!"
The one who suddenly appeared was none other than Lin Tian, wearing a human skin mask so no one recognized him.
Instantly, Tian Ming’s people raised their guns again, aiming at him.
"It’s me." Lin Tian said to Tian Ming, using Spiritual Qi to lower his voice.
"Tian!" Tian Ming immediately recognized him and quickly signaled to the men behind him, "Put your guns down!"
Swish...
All the gun barrels were lowered in unison, their movements orderly, showing that they had had plenty of practice.
The square-faced man frowned, staring at Lin Tian, "What do you guys want?"
"Simple, leave those people you’re holding. They have a grudge with us!" Lin Tian, to avoid being recognized by Bai Wuchang, wore a mask and used Spiritual Qi to alter his voice.
The square-faced man looked at Lin Tian, saying deeply, "Don’t let us find out who you are, or you’ll face consequences you can’t handle!"
"I don’t change my name or surname. Let me tell you, we’re the Wolf Fang Mercenaries from abroad. No matter how powerful you are in the Celestial Dragon Continent, can you still be so arrogant abroad?" Lin Tian laughed arrogantly.
"Wolf Fang Mercenaries?" The square-faced man looked at his companions, seeing them all shaking their heads, not knowing where this mercenary group had come from.
"Fine! You can have these people, but we’re marking this grudge!" The square-faced man waved his hand, and his people released Bai Wuchang and the others.
"These people aren’t from the Wolf Fang Mercenaries! Don’t be fooled!" Bai Wuchang shouted at the square-faced man.
"Whether we’ve been fooled, I know in my heart. No need for you to say. Scram."
The square-faced man kicked Bai Wuchang’s butt, causing him to fall face-first into the snow.
Bai Wuchang and the Q Organization people had their hands tied with nylon ropes, leaving them incapable of fighting back.
Although the square-faced man still had doubts, he mostly believed what Lin Tian said.
Everyone knew this was Kanyue City’s Luoyan Dock! Who would dare swagger here with guns if not foreign mercenaries?
Lin Tian signaled Tian Ming, saying, "Watch over these people carefully. And, move everything from that truck onto our vehicle, hurry up!"
Tian Ming nodded, turning to instruct his men, "You heard him, get to work!"
"Yes!"
Watching the orderly crowd, Lin Tian felt the stone in his heart finally drop. These supplies shouldn’t cause any more trouble, right?