Yang Fei was stunned, staring at the dagger in Mosika's shoulder.

The dagger was lodged in Mosika's shoulder, the hilt still trembling slightly.

Mosika was also stunned. He had never seen such an evil person in the world!

Yang Fei opened his mouth and cautiously began to apologize again.

"Boss, I'm sorry, I swear, this time it really wasn't intentional..."

"Please forgive me, whatever you say, I'll do it. I'll have someone bring the goods right away."

Mosika let out a wail, and the last bit of hope in his heart vanished without a trace.

He took out a phone and loudly ordered his men to bring over the withheld bullets and grenades.

Yang Fei pulled the dagger out of Mosika's shoulder, looking sincerely regretful.

"Sigh, looks like my knife skills need more practice."

Cold sweat poured down Mosika's forehead.

Seeing Yang Fei finally put away that terrifying dagger, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Mosika knew very well.

If he didn't give a definitive answer.

The dagger in this lunatic's hand would probably continue its game.

Yang Fei patted Mosika's shoulder carelessly.

"Rely on your parents at home, rely on friends when outside. We've gotten to know each other the hard way."

"I'll treat you as a friend from now on. If you need anything, just say the word."

"I'm a very loyal person."

Each pat on Mosika's shoulder made his heart tremble.

He was almost certain.

This guy in front of him was a lunatic with a dual personality, moody and unpredictable.

God knows if in the next second, he'd stab his throat again with that dagger?

Mosika just wanted to escape as quickly as possible, far away from this lunatic.

Before long, three of Mosika's men carried over all the bullets for the firearms.

The three men looked incredulously at Mosika and Yang Fei chatting warmly like old friends.

When did the boss gain these brothers?

Changfeng Squad members cheered.

In such a chaotic place, the most trustworthy thing apart from one's brothers was the gun in hand.

Everyone stepped forward to receive bullets and equipment.

Mosika looked at Yang Fei with a distressed face, filled with uneasiness.

"Sir, I've given you what you asked for. Is it okay if I leave now?"

Yang Fei laughed heartily and put his arm around his shoulder.

"Listen to you, making it sound like I'm the bad guy. We're brothers, aren't we?"

Mosika wanted to cry but forced a smile, continuously agreeing with him.

"Yes, yes, we're brothers, but I still have some business to attend to, you see..."

As he spoke, he looked at Yang Fei with hopeful eyes.

Yang Fei nodded and generously waved his hand.

"Then go ahead, a true friend knows no boundaries, we'll meet again someday."

Upon hearing that, Mosika nodded repeatedly, feeling as if he'd been granted amnesty.

He turned to leave, but Yang Fei frowned and called him back hesitantly.

Mosika's heart raced, staring intently at the dagger at Yang Fei's waist.

He forced a smile. "But what?"

Yang Fei's face looked a bit embarrassed.

"Boss, actually, my brothers and I just arrived here with nothing. These firearms costs, you see..."

Mosika felt a bit relieved.

This deal had already cost him over a dozen lives; it was lucky to get out alive.

How could he dare to ask for money?

Mosika generously waved his hand.

"It's nothing, consider these firearms a gift to you brothers, wishing you great success in Yasako."

Yang Fei sighed with relief and expressed his gratitude.

"I knew the boss was a generous man. Since we're brothers, I won't be polite."

"We have firearms now, but we don't even have money for food."

"I was hoping to borrow some money from you, as friends rely on each other."

"What, borrow money?"

It was like a bucket of ice water had been poured over Mosika's head.

He knew this thug wouldn't let him leave so easily.

Mosika was stifled, biting his teeth to control his emotions.

"Brother, honestly, I don't have much money either. Doing business in the Land of Chaos, I have to grease the wheels everywhere..."

Mosika's vague words changed Yang Fei's expression, scaring him into silence.

Staring intently at Mosika.

"Boss, I see you as a brother, but you see me as a stranger, I..."

Mid-sentence, he suddenly pulled out the dagger, its cold light flashing.

Mosika immediately fell to his knees, hugging Yang Fei's leg.

"Please, don't. I'm one of us. How much do you need?"

Yang Fei helped Mosika up, his slow-speaking tone making people want to cry.

"Brother, you're a big boss. If I ask for too little, it would undermine your stature."

"How about this? Just give me ten boxes of gold like this small wooden one."

Mosika's legs trembled, his face changed color, and his voice turned hoarse.

"What, ten boxes of gold?"

At this point, Mosika understood.

He, the robber, had been robbed.

Ten boxes of gold were basically a death sentence for him.

Yang Fei lazily played with the dagger, looking at him coldly.

"What, no? Ten boxes barely cover my brothers' expenses, no need for twenty."

Mosika's leg almost cramped up.

Seeing Yang Fei's expression change, he dared not speak, only plea with him.

"Brother, give me some time. I'll think of something. I really don't have ten boxes of gold..."

Seeing Yang Fei's face change again, he shuddered and changed his tune.

"But, I'll figure something out, there might be a way."

Yang Fei laughed heartily, seeing no point in teasing him further.

It was as if an unparalleled ferocious beast was within him.

A fierce, arrogant aura emanated from his whole body, making Mosika tremble.

"Not maybe, possibly, or might. You must."

"I'm a hunter, almost blinded by you, a big goose."

"You have to bleed a little to soothe the hurt heart."

With that, he showed a silver needle, quickly piercing Mosika's legs twice.

He sealed the Huan Tiao acupoint and several others at Mosika's waist.

Mosika felt numbness spread through his legs and waist, losing all sensation below his torso.

He looked in horror at Yang Fei.

"What have you done to me?"

Yang Fei shrugged lazily.

"Nothing much. But in twenty-four hours, if your men don't bring the gold."

"The blood flow will stop below your waist, tissues will necrotize, and you'll need high amputation. Think carefully."

"Oh my god, what did I do to deserve this?"

Mosika wailed, collapsing to the ground, speechless.

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