Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

He cursed in a thick American accent, tears streaming down his face, his mind reeling as if he'd been struck on the head. His anger was extreme, even tinged with a hint of sadness. "You think you got all this from somewhere? It's all thanks to me! You think you can betray me after just four days with these bastards?! Did a wolf eat your brain?!"

Alana didn't answer, but instead spat on his face.

“You know the rules, Alana…” Tuku wasn’t angry, he didn’t even wipe his face, instead his expression became even more sinister, “You must have been mentally prepared before you pulled the knife on me, right?”

He couldn't suppress his smile, licked his lips, and the girl he was stepping on seemed even more delicious than the feast on the table.

"After you die, your body will be hung in the highest place, along with those three people!"

……

"Boom-!!"

Without warning, the door was kicked open, and the resulting wind pressure caused the candle to flicker, casting a shadow over the intruder.

"How can it be……"

As the leader, Tuku panicked for the first time, even temporarily forgetting the girl who had been stepped on. His eyes widened as he looked at Zhang Renfeng, who had broken down the door.

With a sinister grin on his face and covered in blood, he looked as if he had returned from hell.

Those who return from hell include the dead and demons; at this moment, in Tuku's eyes, it is undoubtedly the latter.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" He shook his head, his eyes glazed over, and said fiercely, "You can't possibly still be alive!"

Zhang Renfeng, seemingly oblivious, smiled and looked at him, "Want to talk?"

"There's nothing to talk about with a liar like you."

"Haha, don't say that, my friend. There's something you lied to me about too." Zhang Renfeng held up a finger, his tone elusive, like the flickering candlelight on a table, and said meaningfully, "Actually, Hongzhong has never robbed you, has he?"

"...How do you know?" Tuku said coldly. "Are you very familiar with him?"

Zhang Renfeng stared intently at him, then suddenly opened his eyes!

The momentum that had reached its peak suddenly erupted, and the room seemed to be plunged into a raging storm, with the candlelight flickering wildly.

He made the announcement in an extremely low, hoarse voice.

“I am The Red One.”

"..."

Upon hearing this, Tuku's expression shifted several times, and a bead of cold sweat trickled down his forehead. He instinctively reached for his holster, but just as his hand grasped the grip, Zhang Renfeng had already drawn his Volcano pistol, raised it, and casually fired a shot at him.

"when--!"

The bullet struck the metal, sparks flying, and immediately knocked his revolver to the ground, where it slid to one side.

Zhang Renfeng seemed to have no intention of killing him with bullets. After knocking the weapon away, he put the Volcano Pistol back into its holster and looked at him with interest.

That condescending gaze... made him feel suffocated.

With his gun knocked away, Tuku had no choice but to use his second most deadly weapon—his fist—and smash it down on the opponent's head.

Tuku aimed his punch at the bridge of the nose. Based on his own fighting experience, the pain of a broken nose was far beyond what most people could bear. A single punch that drew blood could shatter the fighting spirit of 80% of people, and he believed this time would be no exception.

but……

A hint of disappointment flickered in Hongzhong's eyes, as if he wished the word "acceptance" could be reflected in his pupils.

They dodged and crossed paths.

His hands moved like a magician's, within a fraction of a second of time after he had thrown a punch, when the old force had dissipated and the new force had not yet been generated, he grabbed his wrist with one hand and ran his other hand up his arm, pressing down on the inside of his upper arm.

What are you going to do?!

The man in the photo was completely unprepared, allowing Zhang Renfeng to forcefully press down with his fingers, releasing the tendon-soft tissue. Then, his five fingers, like claws, burrowed into the man's muscles and twisted violently!

Click!

Dislocating tendons and bones technique!

"ah-----!!!"

After only one exchange, Tuku let out a heart-wrenching scream. This wasn't a matter of whether he was tough or not; experiencing the pain of bones being torn apart when completely unprepared, anyone who didn't scream was no human. He looked at his left arm in horror—it hung limply down like a wilted eggplant.

With that one move, Tuku had already given up hope of defeating him head-on.

"You...you're Red Center?" Tuku clutched his dislocated arm, throbbing with pain with every movement, and gritted his teeth. "Why? Even if you kill me, you won't get the 6000 bounty!"

“I told you, you’re really not that important to me. I came up the mountain for something else.” Zhang Renfeng shrugged noncommittally, cracked his knuckles, and laughed. “But then I thought about it, and having someone like you around is really an eyesore.”

Red Center.

He committed the White Torch massacre, wiping out and wiping out the Nordlin family, a renowned mining tycoon family in the South, and has a $7000 bounty on his head in New Austin.

He committed a major crime in Windblown Sands, murdering the second son of the Colin family, and has a $1500 bounty on his head in New Elizabeth.

So far, no one has been found to have hired him, nor is his motive clear; there seems to be no corresponding chain of interests to trace. Therefore, it is widely believed that he is a reckless madman.

Alana had naturally heard of Hongzhong, but she simply couldn't reconcile that crazy image with the uncle she had been living with for several days.

In her eyes, the term "Red China" seemed to radiate a brilliant light.

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"Wait a minute..." Tuku crouched low, gritting his teeth, and roared, "If you kill me, the Grim Reaper of the Zolael family will follow you to the ends of the earth!"

Faced with his threat, Zhang Renfeng simply laughed.

"Stop kidding me, buddy." After laughing, he calmly asked, "Do we need you to make a difference?"

Chapter 43: He stopped breathing in his sins

"crunch..."

The sound of the old wooden floorboards became the starting pistol. Tuku endured the pain in his left arm and, with the fastest speed he could muster in his life, bent down and picked up the short knife that Alana had dropped earlier. His blood was still stained on the blade.

"Watch out!" Alana warned, but it was too late. He twirled his knife in mid-air and suddenly stabbed it towards Zhang Renfeng's throat.

"what……"

"when!"

Before the laughter could even finish, the hard touch of the blade tip made Tuku's face change. The imagined scene of a knife piercing his throat and splattering blood didn't happen. The sword was pressed against his throat, and Tuku was quite certain his right hand was fine. He used all his strength, but it only caused the skin on his neck to slightly indent, as if it contained steel instead of flesh.

According to the law of constant smiles, smiles don't disappear, they just shift, like now, they've shifted to Zhang Renfeng's face.

"top!"

With a powerful thrust to the throat, he forcefully pushed the knife tip back. At the same time, he opened his palms and struck Tuku's ears from both sides.

"Snapped--!!"

Two gusts of wind filled my ears.

The air mass was forcefully thrust into him, rupturing his eardrums. Blood, like earthworms, slowly crawled out from the inside of his ears. The excruciating pain, accompanied by a persistent, piercing ringing, momentarily stunned Tuku. He instinctively covered his ears, and the dagger fell to the ground. His heart was completely exposed, a blank space running down his spine. His heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys—every part of him—were laid bare, becoming targets for Tuku to choose from.

"boom----!!"

The wooden plank wall was breached, and Tuku rolled out, tumbling miserably across the muddy road. He never imagined that one day he would be covered in mud himself.

I glanced at it briefly, and the whole street was deathly silent. There were lights in the direction of the watchtower, but no one was around. I couldn't help but feel horrified.

Hong Zhong was not lying; all the men he sent to deal with him were killed by him.

"Woo..."

The pain radiating from the inside of his ear irritated him intensely; it felt like it was drilling into his brain. His hearing was also impaired, with only a buzzing sound lingering in his ears. He knew very well that continuing to fight this guy hand-to-hand would be tantamount to suicide.

We must have a gun; with a gun, there might still be a glimmer of hope!

He turned around, covered his bleeding ear, and ran towards an unmarked wooden hut by the roadside.

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"boom--!!"

The door was suddenly pushed open, startling the women.

This was one of the few perks they received within the gang; they didn't have to risk their lives down the mountain like the men. Their only obligation was to help the men vent their anger and desires when they returned. Whenever the gang had a large-scale robbery, the men would become unusually excited, resulting in several bruises on the women's bodies. This time would likely be no different.

They dared not resist and were prepared to silently endure it.

Tuku's appearance at this moment was completely different from the imposing and fierce man they remembered. One arm hung limply, he was covered in mud, and his ear was bleeding. If it weren't for the flickering flame of hatred in his eyes, he would hardly be recognized as the arrogant leader of the Thunder Fury Gang.

But Tuku didn't have time to care what they were thinking. His eyes searched around, and based on his memory, he found the elephant hunting rifle hanging on the wall—it was an unexpected gain during a robbery. He was in a good mood at the time and casually gave it to one of his underlings. After changing hands several times, somehow it ended up hanging here.

"Bring that to me right now!" he said impatiently, pointing at the elephant-hunting rifle. "There are still bullets here, right? Rifle bullets, you guys make sure to fire them as soon as possible. I need them now, hurry up!"

……

No one moved.

The battered women looked at him with varying expressions, as if they were pondering something.

"Damn it, can't you understand human language?! I told you to take the gun hanging on the wall! Give it to me!" In this life-or-death situation, Tuku's already limited rationality completely turned into rage. Coupled with his deafness, his voice was incredibly loud as he angrily shouted, "A bunch of idiots, hurry up, or I'll skin you alive and make boots for you!"

No one moved. They seemed to have reached a silent understanding: neither resisting nor obeying, they simply stared at him silently.

Tuku wanted to scold him again, but he just opened his mouth and remained silent.

He stared at these people in disbelief. When his life and death were controlled by a group of women at the very bottom of a gang, it seemed his fate was sealed. This was the first time he had clearly realized that today might be his death day.

"Eee-ha-!!"

Zhang Renfeng crashed through the wooden wall, letting out a shriek of exhilaration, like a hyena about to catch its prey.

His running motion was quite imposing, with wide arm swings, a forward lean, and a wild, untamed style. After catching up, he slid in and tackled Tuku to the ground. At the same time, he himself sprang back up with a "duang," as if his whole body was filled with springs.

Zhang Renfeng had already said everything that needed to be said, and there was nothing more for him to say.

Raise your fist and strike!

It's no exaggeration to say that the fists rained down, striking every part of Tuku's body. Like a master craftsman pounding fish balls, Zhang Renfeng's arms seemed to have pistons, rising and falling, rising and falling... repeating this process endlessly.

They examined his entire body, paying special attention to his kidneys and ribs, and finally his face.

The women gradually gathered around, daring to watch the scene, a hint of triumph in their eyes.

"Boom!"

With his middle finger slightly extended, a powerful phoenix-eye punch landed on Tuku's nose, instantly breaking it. In a daze, he seemed to taste the unique spiciness of the chicken roll from his hometown, and subconsciously stuck out his tongue to lick it, only to taste his own blood.

His eyes were glazed over, and blood was gushing out, seeping into the cracks in the floor beneath him. This scene seemed familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere before.

"Wu cough..."

Blood spilled from Tuku's mouth; his face was mangled beyond recognition. A buzzing sound filled his ears, like a swarm of flies circling around him. He could no longer distinguish whether this was reality or a hallucination born of some fear.

Zhang Renfeng extended his finger and pressed it against Tu Ku's forehead, making a gesture similar to "decimeter" and pressing his thumb on Tu Ku's philtrum.

Using his thumb as the center, keeping the distance the same, he moved his index finger down one decimeter, placing it on the Renying acupoint at the bottom of his throat.

Then, using the index finger as the center, move the thumb downwards, pressing against the center of the heart, the Tanzhong acupoint.

Also known as the fatal weakness.

There were no judges, no lawyers, and no trials.

“Tuku Zolael…”

Zhang Renfeng, now in his red form, remained expressionless, like a true executioner, raising his fist high and saying in a deep voice, "I sentence you to death!"

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"Boom!!"

The fist landed, striking a vital point!

"Woo——!!"

The punch made Tuku's eyes bulge out, and he gasped for breath.

In a daze, he saw the woman he had beaten to death that day lying right in front of him, her eyes wide open in death, staring straight at him.

Strange, I can't remember her name at all.

What's her name?

What was it called again?

……

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