Bucher’s lips trembled as his gaze swept over Johnny and the brand new firearms in their hands.
These were entirely incomparable to the firearms supplied by the Tasting Commerce Association to the Wildfire Gang... Of course, he played a role in this, as the association provided weapons and money to arm the dogs below, making their teeth sharper and better for biting, to help the association conduct its business.
Yet, Bucher felt these dogs were completely unworthy of such fine weapons, so he privately pocketed a portion of the weapons and money, supplying his subordinates with inferior goods.
He gave them to the gang below him.
Unexpectedly, he ended up shooting himself in the foot.
Then again, even if he provided those guys with better weapons, facing the current Wildfire Gang would still leave them helpless, wouldn’t it?
Bucher’s throat moved as the fear and helplessness of the crisis loomed over his heart.
"You provided them with such weapons... I... I’m one of the association... You’ve messed up the association’s affairs... If you kill me..."
At this moment, Bucher’s heart was already completely enveloped in fear, and he was speaking in a jumbled attempt to continue threatening Chen Che.
Facing the current Bucher, Chen Che merely sneered.
"I have long been in a life-or-death struggle with the Tasting Commerce Association; I’ve even managed to kill a manager, so why would I fear someone like you?"
It was only then that Bucher realized what he was facing, suddenly realizing the foolishness of his actions.
Even the association’s manager couldn’t provoke Chen Che and was killed by him, so why was he, a minor supervisor, looking for trouble?
"I... I... don’t kill me. If you don’t kill me, I’ll do whatever you want! I... I can go back to the Tasting Commerce Association and be your double agent... I can provide you with intel on the Tasting Commerce Association!"
Bucher knelt on the ground, fully aware that begging one’s enemy for mercy was useless, and one had to offer something valuable.
He was acutely aware of this fact.
Because many times, he was in Chen Che’s position.
He stood tall, a high and mighty figure.
Facing those he had dealt with who cried and begged for mercy, he would smirk mockingly, patting their cheeks, and telling them, "Begging is useless; when pleading with someone stronger, you have to offer something of interest to buy your life."
"Show your worth, rather than just begging."
At this moment, those words boomeranged perfectly onto him.
He desperately spat out all he knew in an attempt to trade for a path of survival.
Hearing this, Chen Che merely smiled faintly and said, "Sorry, compared to the useless intel you spout, I’d rather let my subordinates vent their pent-up frustrations."
Chen Che cast a glance at Johnny, calmly saying, "Johnny, do it."
Johnny closed his eyes, exhaling a heavy breath, then reopened them, now brimming with killing intent. Past scenes flashed in Johnny’s mind as he regarded Bucher before him.
Honestly, if Bucher had treated the Wildfire Gang even a little better...
If he had treated them as humans even a little...
Johnny might not have had the heart to act.
However, thinking of Bucher’s deeds, his heart overflowed with nothing but fury, devoid of any sympathy.
After all, quite a few members of the Wildfire Gang died at Bucher’s hands.
Under Bucher’s punishment, they lost Dream Kiss, committing suicide in anguish, tortured to death in agony.
Upon thinking of this, intense rage surged even stronger.
Bucher staggered backward in terror, repeatedly screaming aloud.
A harsh voice emitted from his throat, trying to barter for his life.
But Johnny didn’t give him that chance, kicking Bucher to the ground, stepping on his back as if he were a dead dog.
Johnny seized Bucher’s hair, lifting his neck, his face only filled with ferocity and elation.
"Johnny, you betrayed me, now you’re biting the hand that fed you? Don’t forget, it’s me who saved your damn lives!
Chen Che! Master Chen! Do you dare to use someone who bites the hand that feeds them?
Johnny, killing your old boss in front of your new master won’t make them wary of you!"
"Screw you! Bucher, what we owed you, we’ve already repaid long ago. These years of working for you, everything you’ve done to us, we remember in our hearts, what you owe us, you should repay now!
Master Chen treats us well, we see it with our own eyes. Our loyalty to Master Chen is entirely different from our servitude to you!
Bucher! You’ve caused the deaths of so many of our Wildfire Gang comrades, they’re our family, and today we’ll use your head to atone for their deaths!"
Bucher struggled frantically, fear of death causing him to foam at the mouth, his eyes rolling upwards.
Johnny grasped his hair, like slaughtering a chicken in the countryside, lifting the chicken’s neck.
The cold gleam of a long knife rested on his neck, slashing abruptly, blood gushing forth!
Bucher felt his neck being cut, his windpipe severed, blood surging into his trachea, causing violent coughing.
He coughed twice before the blood choking into the trachea made him only emit wheezing sounds, intense pain sweeping his entire body.
Bucher could only feel the blood choking his windpipe, life gradually slipping away.
At this moment, a kaleidoscope flashed before his eyes, leaving him with a tinge of regret.