Urban Super Soldier King-Chapter 45 - Killing Brothers to Save One’s Own Life

45: Chapter 45 Killing Brothers to Save One’s Own Life

45 -45 Killing Brothers to Save One’s Own Life

“Don’t kill me, I have money, I have a lot of money, just let me go,” Qian Meiduo pleaded without dignity.

“Oh?

You have a lot of money?” Xiang Yu said as he took out a card and handed it to him.

“I don’t care how you do it, but you have ten minutes to transfer the money onto this card.”

Qian Meiduo quickly agreed and then took out his phone.

Xiang Yu was not worried about him calling anyone; if he even thought about it, Xiang Yu wouldn’t mind putting a bullet in his head.

While Qian Meiduo frantically operated his mobile banking app, he pondered how he could escape from this situation.

Although he appeared busy, his mind wasn’t focused on transferring the money.

He had to try everything to stall for time, of course, even if he transferred the money to Xiang Yu, it didn’t matter as long as his brothers could come back, everything could still be saved.

“Six minutes have passed; you have four minutes left,” Xiang Yu said indifferently.

His gaze upon Qian Meiduo wasn’t like he was looking at a person but more like he was looking at a corpse.

Qian Meiduo was sweating profusely, not daring to delay any longer.

He took two minutes to transfer ten million to Xiang Yu.

“Just ten million, are you trying to trick me?” Xiang Yu kicked Qian Meiduo in the face and shot him in the thigh.

“You have two minutes left,” Xiang Yu said as he sat back down on the chair.

Qian Meiduo, shot in the leg, blood pouring out, suddenly felt despair.

Who exactly was the person in front of him?

Why did he have such a feeling of being close to death?

“Big brother, let me go, I’ll give you everything.

I won’t be the boss anymore, my properties, my brothers, I’ll give them all to you.

Just let me go,” Qian Meiduo knelt in front of Xiang Yu and begged.

“One and a half minutes left,” Xiang Yu said, completely ignoring him and just playing with the gun in his hand.

Qian Meiduo, not daring to waste any more time, took his phone and transferred fifteen million to Xiang Yu within a minute.

Seeing the money transferred, Xiang Yu finally stood up and smiled, “Now that’s better, money does make things easier.”

Xiang Yu might have smiled, but for Qian Meiduo, it seemed like his good days were over.

Those ten minutes felt as long as ten years to him.

He hated himself for his carelessness, hated that he hadn’t listened to Zhuge Tian.

Zhuge Tian had warned him, but he hadn’t listened.

Those three gunmen just now, he knew Zhuge Tian had arranged for them to be here; it’s just that the three men were too weak and were easily dealt with by Xiang Yu’s three shots.

There is no antidote for regret in this world; if there were, he certainly would have brought more people and wouldn’t have been so careless.

Now his mind was racing with thoughts on how to delay time.

Just then, four people suddenly entered from outside.

These four came in with excited faces and approached Xiang Yu.

“Brother Yu, all those guys are taken care of, blown sky-high,” one of them said.

Seeing Xiang Yu in complete control of the situation here, they were even more elated.

Hearing the four men’s words, Qian Meiduo was stunned. freēwēbnovel.com

Blown sky-high, what does that mean?

Could it be that they had blown all his brothers up?

“Now it’s just the two of you left,” Xiang Yu said as he stretched lazily.

Qian Meiduo, with the confirmation, collapsed, limp as if he had lost his soul.

His years of establishment were destroyed by the thug before him; he couldn’t accept it.

But now, he had to think of a way to save his life; only by staying alive would he have a chance to turn the tables.

“Xiang Yu, I’m willing to follow you, to take your orders, whatever you want me to do,” Qian Meiduo knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

“‘Anything goes?'” Xiang Yu asked, puzzled.

Qian Meiduo eagerly nodded, as if he had found a sliver of hope.

“Kill him,” Xiang Yu said casually, tossing the gun to Qian Meiduo.

The four men behind Xiang Yu, seeing what he did, all tensely gripped their guns, on alert behind him.

They were worried that Qian Meiduo might suddenly shoot Xiang Yu.

Holding the gun, Qian Meiduo was momentarily dazed.

Could it be that the gun was out of bullets?

Was he trying to test him?

Or maybe there was only one bullet left.

Yes, there must be no bullets left, otherwise, he wouldn’t be so calm.

With that thought, Qian Meiduo pressed the gun against the bald man’s head.

“Big brother, what are you doing?

We’d sworn to live and die together.” The bald man hadn’t expected Qian Meiduo to actually press the gun against him.

They had done the initiation ritual, drinking Blood Wine, and he’d sworn to protect Qian Meiduo’s safety with his life.

Even if it meant trading his own life for Qian Meiduo’s now, he would have agreed without hesitation.

But he couldn’t bear having his big brother pointing a gun at his head, and without saying another word, he closed his eyes.

“Brother, I’m sorry,” Qian Meiduo said, hoping there were no bullets in the gun.

But when the gunshot rang out and blood splattered his face, he realized he’d grossly misjudged Xiang Yu.

“You really are a beast, killing even your own brother,” Xiang Yu said, taking the gun back and pressing it against Qian Meiduo’s head.

“I’ve given you all the money, you promised to let me go,” Qian Meiduo, coming to his senses, pleaded on his knees.

Now he was somewhat regretful; why had he not shot Xiang Yu with the gun earlier?

They could have died together, rather than being in such a passive situation now.

“I never promised to let you go.

Your twenty-five million merely bought you an extra fifteen minutes.

You know what you’ve done, and killing you now is letting you off easy,” Xiang Yu said, without another word, shooting Qian Meiduo dead.

“Clean up the scene,” Xiang Yu commanded, throwing the gun to his men, then walked leisurely outside, leaving a trail of peanut shells on the ground.

The four men behind him, seeing the two corpses and the blood all over the floor, nearly threw up.

They couldn’t understand how Xiang Yu could remain so composed in such a situation, even managing to eat peanuts.

They hadn’t experienced it, so they couldn’t understand.

That day had been Xiang Yu’s birthday.

Their squad had gone on a mission, only to be surrounded by terrorists unexpectedly, with their communications equipment jammed and all contact with the outside world lost.

They were besieged for three days and nights with very little food left.

At that time, Xiang Yu had been the youngest in the squad, so the captain decided they would cover for him to break through.

The last of their food was a pack of peanuts from the captain, who ordered Xiang Yu to eat them.

Those were the tastiest things he’d ever eaten in his life.

Only Xiang Yu survived in the end.

Sometimes he hated the fact that it was him who had lived.

He knew his life wasn’t his own, that there were still many things waiting for him to do.

Coming out of the factory, he hummed a tune as he made his way back the way he had come.

He didn’t know how long he walked, but eventually, the four men caught up with him in a car and brought Xiang Yu back home.

In the logistics company’s office, at that moment, over a dozen people sat there, somewhat in shock.

One person was injured, but not seriously, while the others were unharmed.

They had safely made it back, albeit aggrieved, but at least they had saved their brothers’ lives.

“Brothers, we must be careful from now on.

We’ve turned against Qian Meiduo, and who knows if they’ll try something sneaky,” Shi Jian said, not knowing that Qian Meiduo had already gone to the Western Paradise to meet Buddha…