Allen’s face alternated between ashen and pale, looking extremely displeased.
He had personally witnessed a rogue mercenary group, which had no sense of propriety, snatching a batch of supplies that Black Bear had set its eyes on. The next day, their entire camp was slaughtered clean, and the bodies were hung on trees for display.
Most members of the Black Bear Mercenary Group were retired special forces from various countries, with blood on their hands and no bottom line in their actions.
Reason with them?
Here, might was the only reason.
“Big Brother Potter, you’re right, our Chi Yun is just a bunch of low-grade trash.”
Allen bowed even lower, his forced smile looking worse than a cry.
He said in an almost fawning tone, “We just got incredibly lucky and stumbled upon a huge windfall. How dare we hold a celebration in front of you? We’ll leave now, we’ll get out of your sight.”
With that, he turned and tried to pull Wang Yu away.
They had earned enough money today; there was no need to risk their lives for a bit of face.
Getting away from this jinx was the most important thing.
“Stop!”
Potter roughly barked at him.
He didn’t even spare Wang Yu a glance; his murky, lustful eyes were fixed on the black woman in Allen’s arms.
He stuck out his tongue, licked his chapped lips, and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.
“What’s the rush to leave?”
Potter bared his teeth, revealing a set of yellowed teeth stained by alcohol and tobacco.
“You, you can leave.”
“She, stays.”
He pointed at the trembling local woman, his tone brooking no argument.
“I’m in a good mood today; I want to ‘enjoy’ some ‘local specialties’ from South Sudan.”
The woman was scared out of her wits, screaming and desperately trying to hide behind Allen.
Allen’s body stiffened abruptly.
Deep in his eyes, a flicker of deep-seated hatred and murderous intent flashed, but it was quickly replaced by profound fear and helplessness.
He maintained his humble posture, smiling ingratiatingly: “Big Brother Potter, you… you’re joking. This kind of merchandise, dark and thin, how could she be worthy of you? She has an odor; she’ll dirty your body.”
“If you like, I… I’ll go find you a few more right away! Guaranteed fresh and clean, how does that sound?”
“Stop your damn nonsense with me!”
Potter had clearly lost his patience.
He kicked over the bonfire in front of him, sending sparks flying.
“I’m giving you face by wanting your woman! Understand?”
His thick finger almost poked Allen’s nose.
“Now, immediately, right now! Leave her here, and then go find some fun for my brothers too!”
“Otherwise, your ‘Chi Yun’ will damn well disappear from this land today!”
“Hahahahaha!”
The Black Bear mercenaries behind Potter burst into unrestrained laughter.
Their eyes, full of mockery and cruelty, scanned back and forth between the Chi Yun members and the poor woman, as if sizing up a flock of lambs to be slaughtered.
The black woman completely broke down.
She knew very well what fate awaited her in the hands of these scumbags.
To be played with, tortured, and then, like a rag, be maimed and thrown into some unknown corner to feed the wild dogs.
This was the destiny of women in these war-torn regions.
In a corner not far away, William, the leader of the Chi Yun Mercenary Group, watched it all.
His fists were clenched tightly, his nails almost digging into his flesh.
But he eventually slowly relaxed his fists and turned his head, not daring to meet Potter’s gaze.
He dared not move.
Nor could he.
It wasn’t worth sacrificing the entire mercenary group for a local woman.
Allen’s body was trembling.
Not from fear, but from extreme anger and humiliation.
He could feel everyone’s eyes on him.
There was sympathy, pity, but more often, schadenfreude from those watching the show.
He was a man.
He was a mercenary.
But now, he couldn’t even protect his own woman.
This was more painful than killing him.
“I… I’ll challenge you!”
Allen seemed to have used all his strength to squeeze out these words through gritted teeth.
His eyes were bloodshot, staring intently at Potter.
“If I win, you let us go!”
“If you win… she… she’s yours!”
Before he finished speaking, he charged at Potter like a raging beast, roaring.
However, in the face of absolute power, anger was useless.
“Overestimating yourself.”
Potter didn’t even move his feet, a contemptuous sneer on his face.
Just as Allen rushed in front of him, he simply raised his right arm casually, delivering a simple, direct hook punch that arrived before Allen’s attack.
Bang!
A dull thud.
Allen’s body was like being hit by a speeding truck; he flew sideways, crashing heavily onto the sandy ground a few meters away, kicking up a cloud of dust.
He struggled twice, spat out a mouthful of blood, and then could not get up again.
“Hahahahahaha!”
The surrounding laughter became even more piercing and unrestrained.
Potter’s face was filled with the pleasure of slaughtering the weak.
He shook his fist, spat on Allen on the ground, then turned and walked step by step towards the black woman who was already stunned with fear.
“Little beauty, now, you are mine.”
The black woman slumped on the ground, looking at the approaching devil, her eyes filled only with despair.
Wang Yu silently watched all this.
He watched the obsequious Allen, the timid William who dared not step forward, and the numb or mocking onlookers.
Finally, his gaze fell on the woman who was on the verge of collapse, her eyes devoid of all spirit.
The chaos of South Sudan, the extinction of humanity, the wailing of the weak.
All of this made him feel an inexplicable irritation and anger.
“Stop.”
A cool voice, not loud, but clearly reached everyone’s ears.
The noisy camp instantly fell silent.
Everyone’s gaze simultaneously turned to the source of the voice.
The young man who had been sitting in the corner.
Potter stopped, turning back with some surprise.
He narrowed his eyes, sizing up Wang Yu who had stood up, finding it somewhat novel.
“What? Another one who isn’t afraid of death?”
His tone was full of playfulness, like a cat toying with a mouse.
“Where did this little brat come from? Has your hair even fully grown? Want to play the hero saving the beauty too?”
Wang Yu ignored his trash talk.
He walked step by step into the center, helped the fallen Allen up, then looked directly into Potter’s eyes and spoke calmly.
“I am the Vice Leader of the Chi Yun Mercenary Group.”
“You touched my people; of course, I have to intervene in this matter.”
“Vice Leader?”
Potter was first stunned, then burst into an earth-shattering laugh.
“Hahahaha! William! Are you really that short on people? The Chi Yun Mercenary Group actually found such a baby to be its Vice Leader?”
He laughed so hard he bent over, tears almost coming out.
“Kid, look at your delicate skin and tender flesh; you’re not some Japanese person who got plastic surgery and came here to experience life, are you?”
This sudden conflict had already attracted the attention of everyone in the camp.
Mercenaries of all stripes, intelligence dealers, and local armed militants gathered around, three layers deep, preparing to watch a good show.
In the crowd, a white man with black-rimmed glasses, looking refined, quietly pushed up his glasses and seemingly inadvertently adjusted the tactical vest hanging on his chest.
In a pocket of his vest, a miniature camera disguised as a button was flashing a faint red light, faithfully recording everything before it.
He was a war correspondent, and what he liked most were these explosive sudden conflicts.
Facing Potter’s mockery and the surrounding laughter, Wang Yu’s expression remained unchanged.
He simply spoke faintly.
“I am from Yan Country.”
After speaking, he flexed his wrists, producing a few crisp cracking sounds from his bones.
“Less talk.”
“Come, let’s spar.”
“From Yan Country?”
That was a vast, powerful, and extremely unified country.
Mercenaries operating here had an unwritten rule.
You could provoke citizens of small countries, you could provoke refugees from war-torn regions, but absolutely, absolutely never easily provoke people from Yan Country.
Because you didn’t know if hitting a small one would attract a group of elders.
Nor did you know what kind of behemoth, one you couldn’t possibly contend with, stood behind this seemingly ordinary person from Yan Country.
Getting into a direct conflict, possibly even forming a deadly feud, with someone from Yan Country over a black woman.
The risk was too high.
Completely not worth it.
The alcohol in Potter’s brain completely cleared at this moment.