He appealed to their emotions and reasoned with them, making these seemingly fierce, but utterly defenseless children leave.
Compared to the guns in Johnny and their hands, the iron rods and rusty knives these kids held were just fire pokers.
"Can you take my head back, spare my family, and just say they’re already dead?"
Seeing this group of children, Johnny’s heart twisted painfully, because not long ago, they were just like these slum kids, struggling for every meal.
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Johnny admitted he had softened.
Johnny told the merchant he would go back and request to spare his family.
But the merchant hastily told Johnny, "You don’t need to go back to the dorm, just cut off my head and take it back, burn my house to the ground, just tell them my family has already been killed by you!"
But Johnny was unwilling: "He saved our lives, without him, we’d be dead, I can’t deceive my boss. Rest assured, I’ll do everything to plead for you..."
Finally, in the merchant’s unease, Johnny left.
He returned to report to Bucher, boldly requesting Bucher to show some leniency, at least towards the merchant’s family.
Johnny still remembered Bucher’s eyes, Bucher stared at him for a long time, then smiled.
Bucher said, patting him on the shoulder, smiling as he left.
Johnny thought Bucher had agreed, happily returning to that slum, but what he saw were raging flames and corpses everywhere.
The knife in the hand of another of Bucher’s dogs from the Black Rakshasa Gang was still dripping blood.
The leader of the Black Rakshasa Gang, Black Rasha, was only about 1.6 meters tall, yet cruel and ruthless.
He didn’t like to kill with a gun. He said pulling the trigger and seeing someone die was too dull, he needed to feel the thrill of swinging a knife strongly, feeling the blade cut through flesh and bone, hearing the doomed scream — that’s what he called killing.
Johnny saw that Black Rasha’s knife was notched.
A large number of slum children had been slashed to death with one blow.
Those who tried to escape were also killed by other members of the Black Rakshasa Gang.
The bodies piled up in the courtyard, blood gathered into streams.
His brothers were beaten black and blue, thrown aside — originally, he left his brothers there to watch over the merchant, giving himself time to report back.
But he couldn’t understand why, in such a short time, things had turned out this way.
The heads of the merchant’s wife and children were hung on the doorframe.
The merchant’s wife’s belly was cut open, Johnny even saw the yet unformed child.
The merchant’s two children and woman all died under Black Rasha’s knife.
The merchant himself had a limb and an eye cruelly removed.
Like a dead dog, he lay dying in a pool of blood, one remaining eye filled with gray despair.
Even Johnny was shaken to his core by this tragic scene, he questioned Black Rasha, why suddenly come to this place? This was work belonging to their Wildfire Gang!
He distinctly remembered getting authorization from Bucher!
All that was needed was the merchant’s death alone!
Looking at the sea of slum children, Johnny’s vision turned to that of his former Wildfire Gang members.
An unexplainable anger rose up, he almost led the Wildfire Gang members in a violent clash with Black Rasha.
Until Black Rasha’s mocking laughter plunged him into an abyss.
"The bit of work assigned to you by the lord, you can’t even do properly, who the hell do you think you are, you’re just a dog, and you dare to teach the lord how to do things?! As a dog, you need to carry out the master’s orders, how dare you bark back at the master, who do you think you are?"
In Johnny’s terrified gaze, Bucher’s figure appeared, Johnny tremblingly asked Bucher what was going on.
Bucher looked at Johnny mockingly: "What was the order I gave you?"
"I told you to kill his entire family, not only did you not bring back what I wanted, but you also dared to plead for a traitor? Who do you think you are, do you think you’re important?"
Johnny still remembered Bucher heavily slapping him on the cheeks, mocking word by word: "Sure enough, dogs need training, dogs untrained never recognize their place. Now daring to teach me how to do things, without a lesson, do you all dare to ride on my head?"
Johnny still remembered the fear that gripped his heart at that time.
"You pleaded for him, saying only he should be killed, sparing his family, so I simply refuse, I just have to slaughter his whole family, leaving him alive like a dog. I want you to know who the hell is in charge, how a master’s words should be carried out!"
Bucher’s power and ruthlessness deeply shook Johnny.
In the end, all of the Wildfire Gang were brutally beaten by the Black Rakshasa Gang, everyone was forcefully made to take Dream Kiss by Bucher’s orders.
Becoming utterly broken, only knowing to wag their tails and beg like dogs.
If refusing to obey orders or doing something that no longer pleased Bucher, Bucher would cut off their supply of Dream Kiss, the most excruciating torture.
Johnny still remembered once when they displeased Bucher again, Bucher withheld Dream Kiss, he went to beg for it, only to be thrown out like a dead dog.
Crawling painfully on the street, he encountered a shabby, dirty beggar.
The beggar was still alive, missing arms and legs, smiled at him with tears welling up,
"So why didn’t you take my head back then? Why didn’t you listen to me? In this capitalist world filled with cannibalistic devils, there’s no mercy."
"Hahaha... kill and set fire, a gold belt, repairing bridges and roads, no bodies... haha! Haha!! Hahaha!!!"
Fear etched deeply into Johnny’s heart, turned Johnny into Tasting Commerce Association, made him Bucher’s most obedient dog...
Never daring to think of rebellion, until... that man’s appearance.
He snapped back from his memories.
Once again, hearing Bucher’s ridicule: "What’s this, the dog has had some extraordinary encounter and now sees the master without coming to lick the feet."