Era: You're asked to cook a home-style dish, but you cook Wellington.

Two days later, at 10 p.m., the moon hung high in the clouds, casting a gentle, silvery-white glow.

Inside the university town, one shop after another turned off their lights and locked their doors.

The night was quiet and still; even the dogs on the roadside gradually went home and crawled into their kennels.

"Hurry up, hurry up, everyone move faster, the person is about to wake up."

Old Jack stood on the second floor, watching the actions of the others, and couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

They were dragging a man who worked as a waiter in the restaurant they had rented.

The young waiter was only 16 years old. Fresh out of school, he didn't understand the wickedness of people. After Old Jack invited him for a drink in the name of the boss, he was completely knocked out.

Of course, old Jack must have put something in the drink.

At this moment, Daniel pulled someone down and plopped down on the second-floor stairs, looking at Jack and panting heavily.

"Jack, if we pull off this job, will we really be able to completely crush them?"

Jack replied.

"Of course, my brother. Forget about letting the other side lose, the whole street can't even operate right now."

"Naturally, that woman Su Wanqing is going to lose everything to us."

"Brothers, our good days are just around the corner."

He chuckled softly, his laughter filled with smugness.

After pulling off this job, Jack will be different from the old guys in the family; he'll be a superior person.

Daniel was still a little worried.

"Then do you think the Chinese will notice us? After all, if we make a move at the entrance, it will inevitably attract attention."

He let go of the young man in his arms, somewhat hesitantly.

The incident a couple of days ago was actually an accident. He only intended to cripple the person, but unexpectedly, the person died.

But since he didn't do it, there's still an excuse to justify it.

Now, Jack's idea is to let him do it and kill this 18-year-old life.

He was certainly finding it difficult to make a move.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?"

Jack stepped forward, grabbed Daniel by the neck, and shook him violently.

"Do you know what will happen if we lose?"

"Let's not even talk about whether we can get back to China. If we lose, the other side might send assassins to kill us."

"Do you have a death wish?"

Jack finished saying everything he was saying before finally letting go of Daniel's collar.

"You remember this: regardless of whether there's evidence or not, things have come to this point, you have to do it whether you want to or not, or we'll all die."

He glared at Daniel as if Daniel were an emotionless machine, forbidden from having any independent thought once the task was completed.

Daniel hesitated for a long time, looking at the young man's face on the ground and then at old Jack's fierce face. After thinking it over again, he finally picked up the rope.

"I'm sorry, but God will take you to paradise."

He looked at the young man, drew a cross on his chest, and his gaze immediately became firm.

"Alright, Daniel, hurry up."

David stood to the side, hands on his hips, looking relaxed.

"Once we pull off this job, as long as Su Wanqing loses, we can finally enjoy our lives in peace."

His face revealed a hint of impatience, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

As long as I can get better, as long as my family can keep me alive, that's enough.

He doesn't care about anything else.

Old Jack gave a slightly approving smile.

"Yeah, Daniel, hurry up and finish, then go home and get some sleep."

He slapped the young man across the face.

The young man was in much better condition now. Although he was still dazed, he was somewhat conscious.

"What's going on? Why am I tied up?"

He muttered to himself, twisting and turning, trying to break free from his restraints.

"Oh no, he's waking up! We need to hurry!"

Old Jack's eyes sharpened as he looked at the group, giving instructions as he gestured for them to carry the young man onto the rooftop.

The group quickly lifted the young man and carried him to the rooftop.

In the quiet of the night, not a single person could be heard speaking; on the rooftop, only the cold wind howled.

The young man shivered from the cold wind, and his drunkenness subsided considerably.

Upon realizing his predicament, he immediately widened his eyes.

"What are you doing...?"

He cried out in alarm.

But before he could finish speaking, his mouth was covered.

"Waaah."

He seemed to realize something, and began to twist and turn, trying to break free of his restraints.

"Stop struggling, this is your fate, accept it."

Seeing this, Old Jack slowly squatted down and patted the young man's face with his palm.

Two sharp slaps, utterly humiliating.

"Waaah."

The young man's mouth was gagged.

He looked at Jack, tears streaming down his face.

"Kid, it's your blessing to be able to die for us. Don't be afraid, you won't feel anything for long."

The man's face was contorted with rage. He walked over to the young man and squatted down.

"Kid, don't blame us. Blame the group over there. We had no choice but to let you die."

"While you're alive, you'll always have endless work to do, but once you're dead, you won't have to do any more work, right?"

"Looking at it this way, you still made a profit."

"And it's an honor for you to die for us."

He lowered his voice and whispered in the young man's ear, his voice extremely low.

His face was full of a cruel smile.

The poor young man's mouth was gagged, and he couldn't say a word.

"Alright, stop playing around and get to work. Once you're done, go home and sleep. We'll wait for good news tomorrow."

As soon as he finished speaking, the others quickly took the rope off the young man and pushed him to the edge of the rooftop.

The evening wind was like a knife, scraping against the edges of the sheet metal and making a whistling sound.

Although the ropes binding the young man were removed, he was still pinned down by the sheer number of foreigners and couldn't move.

Cold sweat streamed down his face, tears blurred his vision, and his eyes were filled with fear and despair.

"Waaaaah"

His mouth was still gagged, and only suppressed whimpers could be heard coming from his throat.

"Let's do it."

Old Jack crossed his arms, his face expressionless, only cold indifference.

In his eyes, what was pushed off was not a precious human life, but merely a tool to achieve his own goals.

"Let's do it."

His thin lips parted slightly, uttering two cold words, without the slightest hesitation in his eyes.

The moment the order was given, the cruel-looking man stepped forward and touched the young man's back with both hands.

The young man knew what was about to happen; he trembled all over, and a warm flow gushed out between his legs.

"Hey, look! This young man has wet his pants."

David scoffed from the side, preparing to tear the gag out of the young man's mouth.

The moment the cloth strip is torn off, someone will push him down, rendering him unable to utter a single word.

"Hehe, remember to keep your eyes open in your next life."

He pushed forward with all his might.

I'm going to die!

"Waaaaah!"

The young man's eyes were bloodshot, and even after the gag was torn out of his mouth, he didn't have time to utter a single word.

He felt his body slowly lose its balance and fall forward.

Just at this critical moment, a figure suddenly darted out.

The lights suddenly came on, and the sound of a bullet being chambered, accompanied by a roar, rang out in an instant.

"Squat down, don't move!"