"Hey, you're being rude. I've already apologized to you, so shouldn't you say 'it's okay' to me?"
Lang Liefeng lifted his head in disbelief, staring at Chen Che with trembling eyes.
In the crowd, many people were looking at the man's back with peculiar eyes.
Damn, are you the real devil?
Standing behind Chen Che, An Nishang's red lips curled into an intriguing arc.
"Come on, say 'it's okay'."
Chen Che picked up a stick and poked it at Lang Liefeng's wound, almost making him pass out.
Are you a devil?
People realized that Chen Che wasn't treating Lang Liefeng's injuries out of goodwill; he was torturing him.
"It's okay, really... nothing... is okay!" Lang Liefeng couldn't bear the pain anymore, screaming as Chen Che pressed the stick harder, almost twisting it into the rotten flesh of his severed arm.
"Is it really okay?"
"It's okay, please stop poking, I beg you, please stop, it's really okay, not a big deal at all!"
Lang Liefeng shouted in agony, his whole body trembling, while Chen Che's eyes turned cold as he said, "Then please tell me, who instructed you to do this from behind the scenes? I can't believe that a bunch of small sand bandits would dare attack my leader's arms shipment."
Chen Che's question plunged the surroundings into silence, cold sweat pouring from Lang Liefeng's body, unsure whether it was due to the pain or the frightening question.
Lang Liefeng's lips trembled, "I don't know, I really don't know, I'm just a small sand bandit... these things were done by my boss behind the scenes, it has nothing to do with me!"
Chen Che merely chuckled, knowing well who was behind it, but having Lang Liefeng admit it gave him an excuse to make trouble.
However, Chen Che didn't push too hard; he casually asked, even if Lang Liefeng revealed Tasting Commerce Association was behind it, they could still deny it.
Saying Lang Liefeng was fabricating it.
So even if Lang Liefeng acknowledged it, it held little significance.
Chen Che asked purely to disgust nearby Bill Hawke.
Look at that, just one question from Chen Che almost scared Lang Liefeng into wetting himself, and even Bill Hawke's face turned pale.
If Lang Liefeng revealed it was Tasting Commerce Association behind it, under An Nishang's pressure, whether he, the Armed Captain, could still survive was a matter of concern.
Luckily, Chen Che didn't continue the interrogation, allowing Bill Hawke to breathe a sigh of relief.
At this moment, Xia Na emerged from the village with an angry expression.
Seeing Xia Na's eyes, Chen Che raised his brows and asked, "What's wrong? Is it possible this guy is lying about the arms not being behind?"
Upon hearing this, Lang Liefeng shivered and quickly said, "Impossible, the arms and everything we plundered is there, all there!"
Xia Na nodded and said, "Everything's over there, but there are other things there too."
Suddenly, Xia Na raised the Tang Blade, swinging it fiercely under Lang Liefeng, the excruciating pain making him curl up on the ground, unable to scream!
Xia Na snorted coldly, "There are many torture devices aimed at women there, and in the adjacent cages are women tortured into madness. Truly a bunch of beasts."
Upon hearing this, Chen Che sighed; the women falling into these bandits' hands, what good fate could they have? To the bandits, all women were mere goods.
Chen Che turned to An Nishang and said, "Nishang, the arms are found, we can transport them."
An Nishang slighted lifted her white chin, and immediately the members from the Special Operations Department drove vehicles into the sand bandits' stronghold.
Carrying out a large amount of arms from within.
These arms hadn't even been unpacked.
It seemed after the sand bandits plundered this batch of arms, they didn't dare act rashly and stored them honestly.
An Nishang checked the opened box casually beside her arms.
Indeed, they were her arms.
Chen Che saw several heavy machine guns, even grenade launcher parts.
Oh my, no wonder An Nishang was furious after losing this batch of arms; it was undoubtedly her cherished possession.
Now that they're recovered, An Nishang is in a delightful mood.
Suddenly, the landscape on the desert split distinctly.
The Special Operations Department members excitedly busy with transporting arms, several captains even personally carried them back to the vehicles.
Mournfully packing the remains of companions, stacking all corpses together, preparing to burn them, was the security team.
Bode, already a black man, was now even darker-faced.
Like a grieving mother, looking distressed, standing beside helplessly, watching Bill Hawke and others from the Special Operations Department transport arms.
This batch of arms was acquired by Tasting Commerce Association with great effort, stored for so long, only for the others to retrieve it without a fight.
His mission was a complete failure.
Bill Hawke was stuck in a dilemma, unable to block or not block the emptying of arms.
Lying on the ground, eyes lifeless like a dead dog, was Lang Liefeng.
Lang Liefeng realized at that moment, Chen Che never intended to let him live.
Now he was a useless person, his utilization value nearing zero.
The Special Operations Department would hardly take him away; they might just leave him here to fend for himself.
It's about karma's cycle, retribution unwavering.
Lang Liefeng led his people across the desert, killing innumerable innocents, creating countless ghosts.
Now, he dies here in this desert.
How gratifying, how sad, hahaha!
Chen Che stood beside the truck, lighting up the finest cigarette, taking a deep breath, as Count perched on his shoulder, sharing in the smoke.
At this moment, their bodies were very pleased, enjoying An Nishang's flesh equally.
Power is all about manipulating.
The intrigue of those with power equally enables the Count to grow in strength.
Such manipulation covers all aspects, like playing with An Nishang's flesh, like now.
Chen Che took pride in having multiple factions at his fingertips!
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