Chapter 92: No Resistance?

The gang members were even more brutal than the Hoffman family.

Under their rule, the people lived as if in hell.

No one was safe here.

Dying from hunger or being killed by a stray bullet on the streets was considered a lucky death.

Far worse fates awaited those captured—some were tortured to death, used as food, or subjected to gruesome rituals where their organs were ripped out while they were still alive.

Just a moment ago, Arye had witnessed a "product" in a meat stall, a person whose limbs had been severed, screaming for mercy before finally succumbing to death.

"Please spare me... my child still needs me..."

In the dimly lit streets, a tall gang member with a skull tattoo was dragging a frail woman, ignoring her desperate pleas as he laughed maniacally.

"Shut up! Come with me and I'll show you a good time!" he sneered.

"Oh Emperor, someone save me!"

Under the flickering firelight, the emaciated woman looked desperate, pleading for help from the people around her.

But no one responded.

Other gang members laughed and jeered at the scene, while her neighbors avoided looking, too afraid to draw attention to themselves.

Not everyone, though, lacked courage.

"You… you…"

A man struggled to suppress his fear, stepping forward to confront the gang member.

However, as the skull-faced thug turned to face him, terror flooded the man's heart, leaving him unable to speak.

Bang!

The man's head exploded as the gang member fired a large-caliber, homemade weapon at point-blank range.

"What 'you'!? Speak properly!"

The thug mimicked the man's stammering, blowing the smoke from his gun's barrel.

"I hate stutterers!"

He swept his violent gaze over the crowd.

"Now, anyone else want to stop me? Step forward!"

His eyes raked across the street, but no one dared meet his gaze.

Everyone knew that this skull-faced thug belonged to the Bone Gang, the second-largest gang after the Grey Wolf Warband.

No one in their right mind would cross them.

Many in the crowd recalled a rumor: the Governor's army was supposed to arrive soon.

The word was that when the Governor's forces arrived, they would kill all the gang members and reward the people with corpsestarch rations flavored with wheat.

The people prayed for the day the Governor's army would come and free them from this nightmare.

But reality was cruel. They had waited a long time, and nothing had happened.

They were still living in hell.

After all, what value did the lives of those living in the filth of this forsaken hellhole hold, for the Governor to even bother sending troops to rescue them?

A moment passed, and still, no one stepped forward. The skull-faced gang member burst out laughing.

"You're all cowards! None of you even has the guts to pick up a gun and fight back! No wonder I can push you around!"

His words only made the people lower their heads even more. After seeing what happened to the brave man, no one else was willing to risk their lives.

Even if not for themselves, they had to think of their families, right?

Seeing that no one dared oppose him, the gang member grew bored.

He slapped the frail woman hard across the face, roughly dragging her away.

"Come on! I can't wait anymore!"

He thought about doing it right there on the street, but it was too risky.

If a rival gang saw him, they could take the opportunity to kill him, or even these weaklings might seize the moment to take him out.

That would be a joke.

He would become the laughingstock of his gang.

For a gang member, a death like that was more terrifying than dying in a gang fight.

That kind of death wasn't befitting a gang member.

Gang members were supposed to die in combat!

After killing the man, the woman had lost all hope of resisting.

Whatever this thug wanted to do to her, she wouldn't fight back anymore.

She just wanted to survive, for her child still needed a mother.

If she died, her young child wouldn't survive in this world.

Of course, most women who were taken to a gang's headquarters were signing their own death sentences.

Most were tortured to death.

The frail woman had already resigned herself to this fate, her expression hardening with determination.

For her child's sake, she would endure any humiliation and find a way to survive.

Having made up her mind, she stopped resisting and followed the skull-faced gang member toward the gang's base.

Suddenly, the thug turned his head.

"You bitch! Why aren't you struggling anymore?"

"I'll make sure you…"

The woman, startled, was just about to say something when she saw the barrel of the thug's gun.

Bang!

The gun fired, and the woman's face was blown apart by shrapnel.

She fell to the ground, her eyes wide open in death, as though still trying to comprehend why the gang member had suddenly killed her.

The thug, furious, fired two more shots into her corpse.

Lowering his gun, he spat on her body with disgust.

"I'm not interested in obedient women. You thought you could trick me, you disgusting bitch!"

The people around the scene stared in terror at the madman.

They feared he might turn his gun on them next.

"Mama!"

The woman's daughter ran over, shaking her mother's body, crying uncontrollably.

"Mama, what happened? Mama, wake up!"

The pitiful child's cries made the onlookers feel a pang of guilt.

But no one dared to approach, too afraid of the gang member.

"Little one…"

Hearing the cries, the skull-faced thug found the scene amusing.

He knelt beside the little girl, gently explaining:

"You don't think she's getting up, do you? She's dead, understand?"

Pointing to himself, he boasted:

"I killed her with my own hands…"

The little girl, filled with hatred, glared at the thug.

"You're a bad man! I'll kill you!"

She threw a weak punch at his face, but her small, frail fists did no damage.

The thug didn't care. He casually pushed the girl to the ground, aiming his gun at her.

"Heh heh, I'll send you to join your mom right now!"

At this sight, everyone clenched their fists in anger.

Damn the gangs!

The thug glanced around, seeing no one was going to stop him.

He knew it would be this way.

These cowards would never dare to challenge him.

Suddenly, he felt bored. He pulled the trigger.

Bang!

But the homemade gun's shrapnel flew into the sky instead.

"Damn scum!"

Arye's muscles bulged as he grabbed the thug's arm just in time, redirecting the gun away from the girl.

Arye had arrived just in time to save her.

The skull-faced gang member stared at Arye.

"Who the hell are you? You want to start a war with the Bone Gang?"

Several other Bone Gang members raised their guns, but the thug barked at them angrily.

"Why are you pointing your guns at me? He's the one trying to save the girl! Shoot her!"

(End of Chapter)

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