paranoianovel Chapter 92 Epilogue
Chapter 92 Epilogue
This is a technical task that must be handled well; otherwise, it will just be another cycle of annihilation.
Nei County.
Chengxiang Grand Restaurant.
The entire VIP room on the top floor was at a breaking point, ready to explode at any moment. Blood was rushing to their heads, and they were just waiting to start killing.
Even though the old man had built his vast empire single-handedly, Qi Tianfang's eyes were bloodshot. He recognized every head that had rolled onto the table.
With heads on display here, it's clear that the forces outside the county have been largely uprooted, and decades of painstaking efforts have come to naught.
With a clear view outside the window, the smoke of battle could not escape their notice. It was true that the situation was hopeless, but they were not entirely powerless to fight back. Those sitting here were mostly skilled martial artists who had experienced countless battles.
As the members of the Qi family faction exchanged glances, their pupils were filled with bloodshot eyes and madness. They were all desperate criminals who had fought their way here and were well prepared for this day.
The chances of leaving the village alive today are slim, and the chances of leaving the county alive are even slimmer. Now it's all about how to maximize the benefits of death.
Everyone was waiting for Qi Tianfang to speak.
"A wise person knows when to yield?"
The old man asked.
Everyone present was stunned. They didn't expect Qi Tianfang to say such a thing. Fu Que narrowed his eyes. This old dog wants to surrender.
"You certainly can't be considered wise to be pragmatic. If you don't dress up as Louis XVI at the execution ground, the people will find it hard to believe in our sincerity. If they don't believe in our sincerity, how can we proceed with our work?"
Fu Que let out a deep breath. He wasn't used to being so pretentious, but he had no choice. He was put in this position by 014, so he had to come.
Mo Dao, Lao Xu, and others surrendered and devoted themselves to the cause until their dying breath, but many of their men also died. It was a tough battle, and they had to make the final battle a success.
"You damn bastard!"
With bloodshot eyes, the Green Gang leader overturned the table, smashing teacups and wine bottles all over the floor. The crashing sounds echoed throughout the large apartment, and various fragile decorations were scattered everywhere.
He gave Qi Tian face, letting him make some death threats, but the old man chickened out at the crucial moment. So why give him any face? If you give him face, you're the big boss of the Chamber of Commerce; if you don't, you're just toilet paper.
According to the laws of the Great Zhao Dynasty, even if one commits a crime punishable by being slowly sliced to death ten times, some flesh would still be left to be boiled in oil. How can someone who knows when to yield be considered a hero?
Since we're going to die anyway, we might as well take a piece of the other side before we die. Otherwise, wouldn't all these years of living on the brink of death have been for nothing?
The old man had family to hold him back, but he didn't; that's how arrogant and domineering orphan bandits are.
Even if we die today, let our blood flow like a river!
The Green Gang's prison guard, with a cold-blooded and ruthless face, brandished his blade and instantly attacked Fu Que, who was sitting in the main seat.
Fu Que didn't move, but just stared at the incoming blade with amusement, even leisurely sipping his tea.
A cold glint flashed, and the sword's edge pierced the air.
A three-foot-long heavy sword slashed diagonally to block the blade of the Green Gang's prison guard. The person was not from the Fishermen's Mutual Aid Association, but a prison guard from the middle faction who had remained silent all along. He was also a Blood Pass martial artist.
His eyes were equally fierce and bloodthirsty. Without uttering a word, he swung his sword and slashed fiercely at the man with the iris tattoo.
With the flames of war ignited, it's truly a case of "the wise are those who know when to yield." If we wait for the enemy to arrive, our group might be wiped out in the process. The Qi family and their ilk are guilty of heinous crimes, and they are not innocent either.
What they do is something that weighs less than two ounces on a scale, but can weigh thousands of pounds on a scale.
The county government was clearly going all out this time. They were already living on the edge, and if they didn't put in their best effort, the Qi family would be wiped out, and they would be next.
With the Qi family gone, a huge amount of resources will be available. In order to balance the power in the shadows, the magistrate of the county government will certainly not hand over all the resources to the fishermen's mutual aid association; he will try to maintain a balance.
Therefore, one must readily surrender; those who are quick to adapt to the times are the true heroes.
A decision was made in just a few words at the table.
Those present were the most desperate of the desperate. After the fight broke out in the prison, regardless of whether they had been chatting amicably just moments before, they continued to swing their knives at each other without pause, and blood gushed out as if it were free.
In the fierce and brutal battle, there were only the clanging of weapons and the faint cries of the dying.
Fifteen minutes later, the dust settled, and corpses littered the ground.
Apart from a few who surrendered, the rest had been slaughtered by the centrist faction and the fishermen's mutual aid group, leaving corpses strewn all over the large apartment.
"That's how we do things. You should be prepared for what you're doing here. The Heavenly Official said it's not that we won't let you survive, but we'll have to change the way we do it. Someone will come and contact you in a few days to discuss the specifics."
Before that, please keep quiet and don't leave the county or do anything dangerous. Swords have no eyes, everyone. See you later.
Those present wore varied and complex expressions as they watched Fu Que and the others leave.
"What should we do?"
Someone asked.
"What else can we do?"
Heavy Sword Prisoner, clutching the knife wound on his shoulder, kicked aside the headless corpse of the Green Gang prisoner and retorted irritably, "Of course we're cleaning up the mess! What else can we do?!"
The sun was setting in the west, its afterglow like blood.
Gaoyang County, especially its inner county, was filled with an eerie clamor.
Along the long street, carriages covered with black cloths rolled by one after another, the faint smell of blood impossible to conceal.
At the teahouse at the end of the street, the storyteller was talking animatedly, but no one was interested in listening to his boasting.
People crowded at the doorways and windows, their chatter spreading like a shadow.
"Have you heard? This morning, the county soldiers massacred the chamber of commerce established by the Qi family and others. The fire burned all morning, and the ditches were blocked by blood and corpses."
"Not only that, I heard from my uncle outside the county that they've brought in batches of people tied together with ropes from the mountains. They've even taken down the strongholds that were working together from the inside and outside. Tsk, Your Majesty, this is going to be a change of the world."
"I was wondering why the gangs had been so rampant these days, yet the Dragon Tiger Cavalry and the county government had turned a blind eye. It turns out they were trying to find the source and then wipe them all out in one fell swoop."
"It all depends on how the magistrate handles the matter. Hopefully, it's not a case of the Qi family leaving and the Fu family arriving instead."
"What do you mean?"
"Don't you know? A new gang has emerged called the Fishermen's Mutual Aid Association, led by Fu Que. They played a significant role in the annihilation of the Qi family, and they might even have been promoted by the county government to replace the Qi family."
"Shh, be quiet! Are you out of your mind? How dare you say such things?!"
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One explosive piece of news after another spread rapidly through the hands of those with ulterior motives, stirring up the county town that had just experienced the baptism of blood and fire.
The situation inside the county government office was equally turbulent.
Strategic planning sounds simple, but it's not easy to do. 014 lay back in his seat, listening to the reports coming back while pondering in his mind.