The dim lighting in the basement revealed a dozen figures standing in formation.

These were all strong and well-built men, with both Asian and Western features, dressed uniformly in black suits and shiny leather shoes, looking very much like bodyguards.

However, their calloused hands and eagle-like eyes indicated that they were indeed elite among elites.

Another unifying feature was the black cross tattoo on each of their necks.

Chilling, sinister, as if the black cross symbolized death itself.

In front of these men stood a mixed-race youth, with characteristic features of both Chinese and Western ancestry.

The youth had a Brazilian cigar in his mouth, smoking it with interest as he looked at Chen Sihai in front of him.

Chen Sihai's face was pale as a ghost, sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead continuously. Fear and despair were evident in his eyes, his hands tightly clenched in extreme tension.

Apart from Chen Sihai, a young woman was pinned to the ground.

One of her fingers had been cut off, and she screamed in pain, each scream piercing Chen Sihai's heart, deepening the agony on his face.

Behind Chen Sihai was a cross, and on it a blood-covered man was nailed, in utmost misery.

The mixed-race youth took a hard puff of his cigar, glanced at the man on the cross, then looked at Chen Sihai with a ghostly smile:

"Chen Sihai, now you can choose! Shall we kill your daughter, or will you kill him! One is family, the other is a brother. Heh heh… make your choice!"

The youth spoke fluent Chinese, but his words made Chen Sihai tremble and close his eyes in pain:

"Peter! You are from the Black Cross Training Camp, I, Chen Sihai, have no enmity with you, why are you doing this!!!"

Chen Sihai's voice was hoarse, as choosing between family and brother is perhaps the hardest choice in the world!

Seeing this, the youth's smile grew even colder:

"No enmity? Heh… Chen Sihai, have you forgotten? When I was studying in the United States, I once dated your daughter! And you, who was then a big shot in Washington's Chinatown, had someone teach me a lesson! Later, knowing I had Black Cross Training Camp's background, you fled back to China and retired!"

With a sinister smile, Peter, the mixed-race youth, squatted and yanked Chen Sihai's daughter's hair, examining her terrified face:

"I came to Jiangnan this time just to find my damned brother! But when I found out you were here too, I brought your daughter for a reunion!"

Peter's face was filled with pleasure, and he grabbed a sharp knife, viciously striking Chen Sihai's daughter's hand!

Splurt!

Blood splattered again, and another finger was cut off. Chen Sihai's daughter, Chen Yingying, screamed and fainted!

Seeing his daughter's wretched state, Chen Sihai's body trembled as he glared at Peter with intense resentment and anger:

"Peter! You once dated my daughter, and now you treat her like this! Are you even human!!!"

"Human? Heh… Chen Sihai, did you forget what we, people of the Black Cross Training Camp, are?"

Peter looked at the bloodstained knife, a bloodthirsty gleam in his eye. He lifted the knife, licked the blood, smiling like a ghoul:

"We, Black Cross Training Camp members, are mercenaries! Assassins! There's no one we can't kill! Even if it's our own father, we'd still dare to kill!!!"

Peter's words were utterly vicious, and Chen Sihai shuddered hearing them!

But Peter ignored Chen Sihai's fear. He threw the knife at Chen Sihai's feet, coldly commanding:

"Kill him, or your daughter dies!!!"

Hearing this, Chen Sihai trembled even more, and behind Chen Sihai, the blood-soaked man nailed to the black cross frantically shouted:

"Mr. Chen! Kill me! Quickly kill me!!!"

The man, towering in stature, had his limbs nailed to the cross, covered in blood!

And he was—Mo Lin!!!

Listening to Mo Lin's words, Chen Sihai felt his heart bleeding, but he still couldn't bring himself to pick up the knife!

"Mr. Chen! I'm almost dead, kill me! End it quickly!!!"

Mo Lin screamed at Chen Sihai, his fierce eyes teary, like a beast seeking the last bit of vitality!

Mo Lin's words seemed to tear Chen Sihai's heart apart, his brother, his life-and-death brother!

Looking into Mo Lin's eyes and seeing the resolve to die, Chen Sihai shakily picked up the knife, closing his eyes in torment!

"Mr. Chen, do you think Brother Ye is still alive?" Mo Lin, seeing this, gave a comforting smile and asked Chen Sihai.

Brother Ye!

The name held the hopes of all the Blood-colored Maple Leaf brothers, each waiting for him, waiting for that man!

Hearing this, the agony on Chen Sihai's face deepened. He shakily reached into his pocket, took out a pack of Yuxi cigarettes, found it empty, threw the pack away, then reached into his inner pocket and pulled out a tin with hand-rolled tobacco!

"Brother, no good cigarettes left! Just make do with this!"

Looking at Mo Lin's wretched state, tears streamed from Chen Sihai's old eyes as he offered the rolled tobacco to Mo Lin's mouth and lit it.

Snap!

The cigarette was lit, Mo Lin took a deep drag, choking and tearing up, but a nostalgic smile spread on his face:

"No news from Brother Ye yet. Oh, I miss him... I miss the days we conquered Jiangnan together. Those were the days..."

Hearing this, tears poured from Chen Sihai's eyes, uncontrollably:

"Brother, Ye Feng will come back. He promised to lead us to conquer the world, and he will make it happen!"

"Yes… Brother Ye's words, he will make them happen!" Mo Lin wept, recalling the glorious times following Ye Feng, his smile growing broader:

"Following Brother Ye was the best decision of my life! Sadly, I, Mo Lin, am useless and can't continue to follow him…"

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