My Heart is Good, and I beg for Mercy.

"What a mad Kuang Long, Da Lei, let's go," Zhao Yan said lightly with a faint smile, standing up and walking out.

Da Lei glanced coldly at Kuang Long, then followed Zhao Yan, about to leave, but did not put away his gun.

"Hahaha, that's right! Now that even your boss is finished, you, a mere dog, still dare to bark at people. Aren't you asking to be taught a lesson? Know your place!" Kuang Long laughed smugly, recalling the days in the past where he had to kneel and stoop before the Luo family. His heart was filled with a sense of cocky elation, he was nearly floating.

Suddenly, Zhao Yan stopped in his tracks, grabbed a fruit knife from the shelf by the door, and threw it backward over his shoulder.

Puff-

The fruit knife stabbed into Kuang Long's chest, blood spurted out, and Kuang Long's laughter was abruptly cut off as he staggered and fell to the ground with a miserable shriek.

"Ah! Kill them! Kill them!"

Only then did Kuang Long's underlings react.

Da Lei kicked the door shut, blocking the rest of the people outside, while at the same time raising his gun and starting to shoot.

"Peng peng peng peng..."

"Come on everyone, rush them!"

Gunshots rang out continuously in the small office. Kuang Long had too many people that they couldn't maneuver properly, and their overall quality was low, completely crushed by Da Lei who was an ex-soldier.

Zhao Yan did not use a gun. He was very fast and powerful. In such a cramped space, those with guns and knives were no match for the speed of his fists.

Facing the oncoming chopping knife, he directly punched the opponent's wrist, crack, the man's forearm bent at a ninety degree angle, the broken bone piercing through skin.

Then one kick sent him flying, followed by Zhao Yan's right elbow viciously jabbing backwards, a man who was attempting to sneak attack had his face mangled as he spewed blood violently from all seven orifices.

The two of them swiftly took care of over a dozen people in the office within seconds, blood splattered all over the walls and floor. Kuang Long's injured underlings cried out incessantly.

Kuang Long sat paralyzed on the floor, staring blankly at the scene, even the sensation of pain seemingly forgotten.

Surprise also flashed across Da Lei's eyes as he looked at Zhao Yan, because although Boss Luo could fight in the past, he was definitely not freakishly exaggerated to this extent.

Such speed, such explosive power, is this human?

Zhao Yan used a handkerchief to wipe the blood from his face, then casually threw it on the ground and walked step by step toward Kuang Long.

After all, this was not his original world, so he did not need to be concerned by any shackles of this world.

Also, this kind of feeling where one could rampantly push through anything with absolute violence made him somewhat intoxicated.

Only then did Kuang Long come to his senses, and seeing Zhao Yan approaching closer and closer was like seeing the death god drawing near. His eyes were filled with terror, "Boss Luo, spare me, Boss Luo!"

"Where are my goods?" Zhao Yan squatted down and slapped his face, his tone gentle as he asked.

Kuang Long was drenched in cold sweat, speaking quickly, "In warehouse 15 at Taihe Dock, I'll take you there. Boss Luo can take however much you want!"

"No need for you to lead the way, I don't like troubling others." Zhao Yan smiled as he shook his head.

Kuang Long panicked, wailing loudly, "No trouble, no trouble. Boss Luo, you can't kill me, you can't! I've already given you the goods."

"We do things this way," Zhao Yan shrugged and pulled out the fruit knife that was still stuck in his chest.

Puff-

Blood instantly sprayed out.

Kuang Long's pupils dilated as his body slowly collapsed to the ground. Blood continuously flowed from the wound, drenching his chest.

Disgusted, Zhao Yan wiped the blood from his hand onto Kuang Long's clothes and stood up, "Go to Taihe Dock."

This was the first time he had killed someone, but at most he only felt disgusted by the blood. He did not feel any discomfort.

Perhaps it was because he had been an orphan since childhood, resulting in his emotionally indifferent personality.

Earlier he had been worried that he would not be able to pretend to be a ruthless gangster well enough. It seemed now that he only needed to restrain himself a little.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Open the door! Open if you dare!"

Outside, Kuang Long's underlings were still banging on the door.

Da Lei opened the door, and the previously clamoring group instantly fell silent.

Especially after seeing the ghastly scene in the office clearly, their faces all turned pale as they slowly retreated backwards.

Zhao Yan walked out casually with Da Lei, waving at the roadside for a cab.

But seeing the blood stains on them, the taxis sped by without stopping.

Zhao Yan waved his hand, "Gun."

Da Lei handed the gun to him.

Zhao Yan pointed the gun at a taxi.

This taxi instantly stopped.

"Looks like this thing works better than the brakes."

Zhao Yan casually threw the gun back to Da Lei and opened the taxi door to sit down, "Taihe Dock."

"O-okay..." The driver shook with fear.

An hour later, upon reaching their destination, the taxi driver's voice trembled, "B-boss...we're here."

"Don't speak randomly, or else I'll find you," Zhao Yan threw some money at him and then got out of the car.

Taihe Dock had long been abandoned already. Now it was mainly used by some smugglers and snakeheads.

The two arrived at Warehouse 15. There were two of Kuang Long's underlings that he had arranged to guard the warehouse, drinking at the door.

"Hey, who the hell are you two? Do you know what kind of place this is? Piss off!" One of them yelled tipsily at Zhao Yan and Da Lei as they approached.

Da Lei was a typical Northwest Chinese man, introverted in personality and not good with words. So he simply took out his gun.

"S-spare us, bosses!" The two guards overseeing the warehouse surrendered instantly, raising both hands.

"Open the door," Zhao Yan motioned with his chin.

"Y-yes, right away!" One of them got up, pretending to take keys from his pocket, but suddenly pulled out a gun instead, face ferocious, "Go f*ck yourself!"

"Peng peng peng..."

Da Lei expressionlessly pulled the trigger, riddling the armed youth with bullets. He collapsed dead on the ground.

Da Lei aimed the gun at the other man.

"Boss, spare me! I just got married recently, my kid is only one year old!" The man paled in fright, pleading incessantly.

Zhao Yan laughed, "Are you reminding me that I should eliminate potential future threats? Or are you reminding me that your wife is young and beautiful, a newlywed beauty?"

The man: "......"

"Forget it, I'm kind-hearted. I just can't stand seeing people beg for their lives." Zhao Yan sighed.

The man was wild with delight, "Thank you, thank you!"

On the surface, he was tearfully grateful, but resentfully thinking to himself that he would go tell Boss Kuang Long everything when he went back. Let's see how these two die.

"So drag him to a place I can't see and get rid of him," Zhao Yan waved his hand at Da Lei.

The man: "......"

Such is life, emotional highs and lows...

The greatest joys and sorrows of life, nothing more than this.

Amidst the man's screams, Da Lei dragged him away to the side. Following the gunshot, the screams abruptly stopped.

Zhao Yan bent down and fished out the key from the corpse at the door, even kicking the body once, "If not for you asking for trouble, would I have needed to bother doing this myself?"

After opening the warehouse, the inside was fully packed with wealth-building treasures: microburst guns, AKs, handguns, grenades, explosives, everything imaginable.

"Start loading up," Zhao Yan said.

Da Lei took down the four black bags on his back. Then the two of them began packing the goods into the bags.

A few minutes later, Zhao Yan and Da Lei each carried two bulging bags as they left the dock.

Of course they could not brazenly walk down the street with four bags of guns on their backs. They hid the guns in a nearby temple, getting the Buddha to keep watch over their loot.

They planned to retrieve the guns on the day they were ready to take action.

Guns blessed by Buddha's light could send people to heaven.

Using guns illuminated by the Buddha to kill people also indirectly highlighted Zhao Yan's kindheartedness ^_^.