Naturally, Ren didn't know anything about what happened in Wisteria City.
Just after he and Susanna left the Bluestone Tribe, the battle in a Kangao tribe on the other side had ended.
The corpses of more than forty totem warriors fell on the alley, and the blood on the ground was still wet. Women and children lined up in a row fearfully, and were guarded by a group of fierce-looking gangsters armed with guns.
"Three leaders!"
A member of the Skeleton Gang stepped forward and said to a slender man with two scars on his face: "This vote was a bit of a mistake!"
"It doesn't matter, those who died are ordinary people, just recruit them again."
Another general under Marcello, Eugene Burka, said nonchalantly that he was a [Gun Fighter] profession, a third-level [Light Riding Gunner].
Eugene stepped on the head of a Kangao man with an angry look and a bloody hole on his forehead.
This dead totem warrior wore a colorful feather crown on his head and had strong muscles. He should be the chief of this tribe.
Eugene did not pay attention to the losses of the gang. They had replaced many people recently. He scanned the battlefield and looked at the captured Kangao women and children, as well as a small number of old people.
"Boss, what should I do with these trophies next?"
A cross-eyed member of the Skeleton Gang asked tentatively.
"Send them all to the small canyon in the south, and someone will come to receive them!" Eugene said in a cold voice with a hint of gloom in his eyes.
To be honest, he didn't understand his eldest brother Marcelo's recent behavior, but he didn't dare to question it.
His long-term habit made him instinctively willing to trust his elder brother.
"Understood, do we still have to wait for the second leader?" the cross-eyed gang member asked.
A gust of wind blew across the blood-stained land. Eugene looked at the fiery red sunset on the horizon with a very ugly expression on his face.
It was long past the agreed time, but Ugo and his gang could not even see a shadow.
What are you doing?
It's just a small tribe that has lost its ancestral spirit, and it can't handle this?
Eugene glanced at the Kangao women and children who were crying softly, and looked at the remaining 29 people with a confused expression.
In the morning, he and Ugo's soldiers split into two groups, and they each led people to attack the small tribe where they had lost their ancestral spirits.
Iron Fist Ugo is stronger than him and can be solved faster than him, so we agreed to meet in this tribe.
As a result, he waited for several hours. It was almost dark, but the other party was still missing.
"No need to wait, let's withdraw first."
Eugene ordered, feeling something bad in his heart. Looking at the red clouds on the horizon, he felt that something might have happened to Ugo.
Time passed slowly, night fell, and a new moon, covered with a layer of gauze, hung in the night sky.
In the quiet night, the bright moonlight pours down like flowing water, and in the empty wasteland, you can occasionally hear the slightest chirping of insects.
Under a small slope, a bonfire was shining, and the flames were beating constantly.
Wren and Suzanne were having dinner, bread stewed in vegetable soup, which tasted okay.
"Ren, don't you need to give him something to eat?" Susanna held her bloated belly and pointed at Ugo, who was tied up next to him and stared at them longingly.
Because he had lost a lot of blood from the stab wound, Ugo's face was pale at the moment, his mouth was blocked by a coarse cloth, and his body was numb. Renn had just given him a bottle of oral anesthetic (a special drug in this world).
After eating and drinking enough, Ren picked his teeth leisurely with a toothpick and glanced at Susanna: "Call the boss!
Why feed this guy? He won't starve to death if he doesn't eat. Besides, if he's full, won't he have more strength to escape?"
Susanna glared at him and pouted: "Boss, you've dislocated the joints of his legs and tied them so tightly that he can't run away.
He is seriously injured now and the wound has not fully healed. What if he dies?"
Ren snorted softly, stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms from behind, bit her earlobe, and breathed out: "Don't worry, he is an expert transcendent after all, not so fragile.
You'd better take care of yourself and learn how to be a good female secretary."
Feeling the heat on her ears, Susanna blushed slightly: "I'm just curious about how you are going to deal with Marcelo. He is a fourth-level [Fighting Master], and why do you want to bring Ugo with you?"
Randomly groping with his hands, taking advantage of her, Ren said with a smile: "I just gave him a chance to change his mind and start a new life.
As for Marcello, I don’t need to show up at all, I just need to guide him, and the angry people will tear him to pieces.”
Renne got a lot of key information from the Little Widow's Hospital. For example, the weirdo Zorro is competing with Marcello in Orange Town.
This is also the reason why the ghost hands of the indigenous tribe did not appear in this attack, otherwise the Skeleton Gang would not need to sacrifice so many people to deal with the Bluestone Tribe.
Susanna grabbed Ren's groping hand, her breathing was a little rapid: "Don't move, if you have the guts, just fuck me.
Do you want to use the power of the people of Orange Town? It's useless. The strange hero Zorro has already tried it. Those people bully the weak and fear the strong, and they are in disarray.
A slogan of justice is useless. People will not fight against the Skeleton Gang for such childish reasons.
But in the seventh game, there seemed to be some scruples, and he didn’t completely break up with Marcelo, at least not now.”
"You think justice is ridiculous?" Ren asked.
Susanna raised her eyebrows and teased: "Isn't it true? I grew up in Orange Town, and people there don't believe this!
Don't expect that just by using the slogan of eradicating adultery, you can get them to swarm you.
Moreover, Marcelo has always denied that he colluded with the demon descendants and refused to admit it."
Ren laughed and reached out to lift her smooth chin: "Woman, your understanding of justice is too superficial.
You don’t know what justice is at all. A righteous name coupled with envy-inducing interests is what justice is!”
Susanna's beautiful eyes were a little curious and puzzled: "What are you going to do?"
Renn did not answer, but asked a question: "Do you like Marcelo, a cold-blooded and selfish person who will do whatever it takes to become stronger and benefit?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Frowning, Susanna said bluntly: "Of course I don't like it!"
Renn smiled and said leisurely: "I admire him very much. According to the information I know, Marcello is not a psychopath, and he does not take pleasure in killing people.
But in order to become stronger and realize his ambition, he can send many people to feed the corpses, and he doesn't care if he colludes with demons to rape people.
You know, if such a person were written into a novel about my hometown, he might still be praised by many people. People would praise him for not being a virgin and for being decisive in killing.
On the other hand, if he stood up, ignored the danger, fought against the ghouls, and risked his life for others, people might still sneer at him and call him a bitch!"
Susanna was dumbfounded when she heard this: "Impossible! Your people's values are too crooked, right?
Those who are cold-blooded and selfish and only want to become stronger for themselves will be praised, but those who sacrifice themselves to do good deeds for others will be ridiculed?"
Renn laughed loudly and patted her buttocks: "No, I said, this is assuming that Marcello is the protagonist in a novel.
Because the novel is false, even if the protagonist is cold-blooded and selfish and kills many people to become stronger, the reader will not have any moral or psychological burden because the story is fictional.
However, if there really is such a person in reality or history, people will never be so tolerant to him, such as Marcello, what is his current reputation?"
Susanna gritted her teeth and said: "It's a bad street!"
"How bad is it? How bad is it?" Ren asked with a smile.
"It stinks ten miles into the wind!"
Many people want to kill him, but they don't dare to take the lead, and the strange hero Zolo is weaker than Marcello, and he is a lone ranger without power." Susanna explained.
The strange hero Zolo is a fourth-level [air-locked gunner] whose strength is slightly lower than Marcelo.
"So, someone needs to stand up, gather these rabble together, and attack together." Renn said with a smile.
"It's useless. I told you, Zorro has tried it."
"No, your understanding of justice is different from what I understand!
