Chapter 172 Dog-Eat-Dog

In the dimly lit factory, the mechanical sound of the gun contrasted sharply with the increasingly rapid breathing of the gunmen.

Suddenly, the second gunman on the left began to laugh uncontrollably.

Chu Yuxuan directed the phone's flashlight towards him and saw a face covered in sweat, pale and desperate. With injuries to his lower body, he was in a semi-recumbent position, his legs trembling uncontrollably, with a pool of blood beneath him.

"庫所壓路,西內!"

The sudden Japanese phrase left the four brothers momentarily stunned.

The Japanese gunman, knowing his end was near, laughed even more freely. He looked around at his comrades, uttering words like "soft bones" and "will die sooner or later" in Chinese. Then he glared at Chu Yuxuan and resumed his nationalistic rant.

Chu Yuxuan and his men's expressions turned peculiar, as if they had stumbled upon a treasure, both surprised and excited.

Hearing the gunman curse "八咯牙路," Old Three grinned wickedly, took two or three steps forward, and stomped on the gunman's groin. The room was immediately filled with his screams.

The monk, who had only a half-hearted compassion to begin with, showed none of it towards the enemy. His large, pudgy hand easily dislocated the gunman's jaw. Then, holding the gunman's head steady with one hand, he inserted his other hand into the gunman's mouth and said, "八咯牙路? Fine, I'll fulfill your request. I'll pull out all your teeth!"

Afterward, Old Three began humming a popular children's song from a while ago:

"Pulling teeth from a small mouth, pulling and pulling..."

Ordinary toothaches are unbearable for most people. It was clear from the gunman's continuous, pig-like screams that the pain of having each tooth forcibly wrenched out was excruciating. The remaining men instinctively tightened their lips, their scalps tingling.

Before long, the gunman's upper and lower rows of teeth were completely extracted. Blood flowed continuously from his mouth, but he still stubbornly declared, "We Japanese have strong bones! Have courage! The samurai spirit will live on!"

Chu Yuxuan sneered, "Have courage? Then why don't you dare admit the crimes you committed in World War II? Aren't you all cowards? Haha... a bunch of cowards! You don't deserve to exist in this world! Old Three, continue!"

Old Three agreed, and after a brief thought, figured if the teeth were gone, there was still the hair.

"Pulling hair from a small head, pulling and pulling..."

With a rough hand, Old Three began tearing out clumps of hair along with the scalp.

The excruciating pain made the gunman feel as if he were living in hell. His eyes rolled back, on the verge of fainting. But this was only a warm-up. He knew that if he continued to resist, he would face even more brutal torture.

At this moment, he wished he hadn't fought back so desperately earlier. If given a knife, he would have committed seppuku without hesitation! When Old Three grasped the last tuft of his hair, the hard-core gunman finally broke down under the torment and begged, "I'll talk! I'll talk!... Ah!"

Old Three looked at the hair he had pulled out and mumbled, "I'm slow to react, couldn't hold back."

Chu Yuxuan mocked, "Aren't you tough?"

"You, you Chinese have an old saying, 'Better to die well than to live poorly.' I want to go home, be with my mother, and see the cherry blossoms," the gunman begged.

Chu Yuxuan scoffed, "Even a beast has a mother? Haha..."

The gunman's face was contorted with fear as he said in a broken voice, "We, we are from the Tianji Society!"

Chu Yuxuan remained silent, waiting for more.

"Our superior is called Vulture!"

Chu Yuxuan blinked, "Is that all?"

"We usually stay at Vulture's place, Yashan Villa District, A08!"

Chu Yuxuan asked, "Is that all?"

The gunman breathed heavily, shaking his head, "I'm just a low-level killer. I don't know anything else. Chu Yuxuan took a deep breath and glanced at the others, "I said only one can survive. Aren't you going to fight for it?"

The others exchanged glances, and the one who had spoken up first was the first to act. In an instant, he broke the neck of his injured companion lying next to him.

Seeing this, the others exchanged looks again. Given the current situation, the one who acted first was the least injured, so they should logically team up to save themselves.

But in this life-and-death situation, who can trust whom?

Simply put, they were brothers only because of the money. There was no real loyalty among them. Thus, the scene turned into a dog-eat-dog struggle.