Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Irregular and rapid footsteps echoed in the empty corridor. The pair moved up the stairs as they scanned their surroundings.
“Are you sure this is the place?” Zhou Taifu’s pretentiousness was gone. His tone was gravelly and worldly. His gaze was as sharp as a knife. Beside him was naturally his partner, Xu Wen. They were also lovers.
Unlike normal romance, they didn’t meet in a bar or online. They met in a swamp deep inside Southeast Asia’s rainforest. Bullets were the background music to their tale. White maggots crawling out of skulls witnessed their love. They were both mercenaries. They worked for whoever gave them the most money. It could be the government, the guerillas, private employers, tribal leaders.
In the swampy hole that was dirty and damp, they made the promise that they’d return home and open a small supermarket market whenever they collected two billion dollars. They would have a nice, peaceful life.
But…
As the money piled up, their name became more popular in the industry. Employers like people like them. They were silent and efficient. They would do any kind of job, from defending a country to kidnapping a defenceless old man. They would kill armed soldiers and small children. The money kept coming, and heads kept rolling. The corpses piled inside the swamp, and blood coloured the stones. A rain would come and wash away everything, including their sins.
Two billion, three billion, four billion. Eventually, they forgot their initial promise. They blossomed in the murders. The thrill of the hunt overpowered everything else. Human lives were theirs to take. Only then could they be perfectly at ease.
They leaned together underneath the giant tree. The smell of blood lingered in the air, mixing with the scent of gunpowder. Shrapnel and broken body parts were scattered around them. Blood dripped down the leaves like rain. The world was silent and red.
It was at that moment that they understood.
They didn’t want money. They wanted this satisfaction that could only be garnered from claiming anot
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