Chapter 66 Even bad people aren't absolutely bad.

Wang Xiuyuan's final demand was heart-wrenching; he actually used the life of one son as leverage to demand that the man kill his own family members with his own hands.

How could there be such a cruel thing in the world? Yet Wang Xiuyuan demanded he do exactly that, leaving no room for negotiation.

Is there anything more cruel in this world?

A man! Forced to kill his own family with his own hands, including his parents, his wife, and one of his children.

If he actually killed these people, how could his conscience ever recover? He would likely be filled with self-loathing even at the moment he turned the gun on himself.

But if he didn't, his entire family would die right here, without exception.

As for the option of armed resistance?

Don't be ridiculous. There were twenty or thirty armed militants with fully automatic rifles in the warehouse; if the guy showed even the slightest sign of trouble, he'd be riddled with bullets and die of "heavy metal poisoning."

Wang Xiuyuan making him kill his relatives and then himself wasn't out of some sick hobby; he was forced by the situation to do this.

He had spent massive amounts of money and gone to great lengths to find these bodyguards, all of whom were veterans with good character and high moral standards. They wouldn't have any psychological burden shooting gang members who had committed countless crimes.

For the sake of secrecy, having them shoot the wives and mistresses of gang members wouldn't be much of an issue either.

But asking them to shoot defenseless elderly people and children? How could they bring themselves to commit such a heinous act?

If they were truly cruel and bloodthirsty butchers, Wang Xiuyuan wouldn't have hired them in the first place.

Why are soldiers from America prone to Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder? Isn't it because they were forced to do too many things against their conscience!

Everyone is living life for the first time; Wang Xiuyuan didn't want to make things too difficult for these men.

However, Wang Xiuyuan himself felt no psychological burden doing these things. People's experiences and thoughts differ; to him, killing this trash was just "cleaning house."

There were countless ethnic Chinese people whose families had been destroyed by this trash. Wang Xiuyuan didn't consider himself a good person, but he believed he was doing the right thing here.

As for the child?

Wasn't that to pull the problem out by its roots? Wang Xiuyuan absolutely agreed with that logic.

This Hall Master of the Peace Gang was caught in an agonizing dilemma. Having been in the underworld for so many years, he had personally killed many people and ruined many families, but killing his own kin was truly not an easy task.

While the Peace Gang Hall Master struggled in agony, his family did not. At this moment, they all knew what fate awaited them tonight, so they knew which choice was the correct one.

Thus, they reached a silent understanding and made the same choice: to let their son, or her husband, end their lives personally to ensure one child had a chance to live on.

Muffled sounds came from their noses and mouths, successfully drawing the attention of the struggling Hall Master.

When they saw their closest relative looking at them, they nodded frantically, demanding that he kill them quickly.

Seeing this scene, the ruthless Peace Gang Hall Master burst into tears, knowing his family had already made the choice for him.

No one wants to die. He knew his family wanted to live, but they had no choice; this was already the best outcome among countless bad ones.

“I will do as you ask and kill my family, then shoot myself. I hope you can send my son to an orphanage so he can live a good life.

I beg you.”

Facing such a sincere request, Wang Xiuyuan nodded solemnly and agreed.

When a Colt M1911 pistol loaded with five rounds and equipped with a silencer was handed to him, his hands, bound together by zip ties, trembled violently. Yet, he still took the murder weapon that would end his family's lives from the bodyguard.

“Clack.”

The bodyguard who handed over the gun knelt down and used a knife to cut the plastic ties around the man's feet, then pulled him up and pushed him toward his family.

The dark muzzle rose inch by inch, still trembling slightly even after it was aimed at his wife's head.

He took several deep breaths, trying to calm his emotions and forcing himself to be steady. He didn't want his family to struggle in pain in a pool of blood because his hands shook.

He hoped to kill them with a single shot, hoping his family could die without pain.

Perhaps sensing his agony, his wife, despite her immense fear, forced a smile onto her tear-stained face and nodded to him.

It was that very smile that made this man, who had never shed a tear, completely break down. Tears fell uncontrollably from his eyes.

“Thud!”

With a muffled gunshot, the bullet accurately struck his wife's forehead. She died without feeling any unnecessary pain.

Looking at his wife lying motionless on the ground, the man's tears poured out like a rainstorm.

“Thud.”

“Thud.”

“Thud.”

Every time the gun fired, it meant the man had personally killed a close relative.

He didn't want to do it, but he had to.

Then, he pointed the muzzle under his own chin and looked at Wang Xiuyuan.

“I have done everything you asked. I hope you keep your promise. I beg you.”

With that, the Peace Gang Hall Master pulled the trigger.

“Thud.”

A bullet entered his head, ending his sinful life. A Colt M1911 pistol fell to the ground, and beside this exquisite handgun lay a man's corpse.

The Peace Gang Hall Master had done many bad things in his life and was certainly an utterly wicked person.

But he was also definitely a good father and a real man, because he ultimately chose suicide so his son would have a chance to live.

Including his wife and parents, they were all very great mothers, grandfathers, and grandmothers.

It wasn't that they hadn't thought about saving the other child's life as well, but they knew in their hearts that Wang Xiuyuan would never agree to that request.

Wang Xiuyuan hadn't just picked this Peace Gang Hall Master at random to be the second target; he had chosen him carefully after close observation.

From the moment he entered this abandoned warehouse, Wang Xiuyuan had been observing everyone's reactions—who was truly calm and could face any bad outcome, and who was just pretending to be steady while actually panicking inside.

Wang Xiuyuan saw all of this clearly, like a teacher on a podium observing students below; nothing could escape his gaze from above.

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