Chapter 73 Eliminating Future Threats

"Why should I spare your children? You killed my whole family, so I want your whole family dead! Not a single one left!"

"Just you wait, I will definitely get my revenge. I promise I won't let a single one of your family members go!"

"That's right, not a single one will be spared. Kill them all."

(This part was deleted for censorship review.)

The smile on Wang Xiuyuan's face gradually vanished, and his originally gentle attitude began to turn exceptionally cold.

"Did you all hear what these children said? Do you know what they plan to do when they grow up?"

His icy gaze swept over all the bodyguards. Everyone instinctively lowered their heads, completely afraid to meet Wang Xiuyuan's eyes, effectively supporting his decision with their silent attitude.

Wang Xiuyuan reached out his right hand toward Holt: "Give me a gun and two magazines, then all of you drive away from this warehouse and wait for me on the road."

Holt was clearly stunned for a moment; he never expected Wang Xiuyuan to be so decisive.

But he quickly reacted, pulling a suppressed pistol and two magazines from the holster at his waist and handing them to Wang Xiuyuan.

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With every bullet fired, Wang Xiuyuan's heart grew harder; as the person involved, he felt this most clearly.

Ultimately, Wang Xiuyuan was just an ordinary person, just like the vast majority of people. He had only transmigrated here by a stroke of luck.

Like most ordinary people, Wang Xiuyuan held similarly simple values. He knew very well which choice was the most correct in many situations, but he just couldn't bring himself to be that ruthless.

When people took advantage of him, Wang Xiuyuan knew it full well. He knew the most beneficial choice was to directly refuse those unreasonable demands, and to blast or scold those who didn't know their place.

But he was soft-hearted, worrying that being too direct with a refusal would make others lose face or even hurt their feelings, so he was always taken advantage of.

Then, after suffering a loss and feeling uncomfortable, he could only digest those negative emotions alone.

If it were in Huaxia, it wouldn't be a big deal; he could just endure it and stay away from those trashy people.

But this was America, and America has its own national conditions; this was a place that truly devoured people without leaving a trace.

A kind and soft-hearted person on this land was like a lamb exposing itself directly to the gaze of many beasts, only becoming a target for those predators to hunt.

To avoid becoming a target for hunters, Wang Xiuyuan had to discard the meaningless kindness in his heart.

He had to make himself extremely aggressive, so that others wouldn't dare provoke him when they saw him.

Having been transmigrated for so long, Wang Xiuyuan had gradually figured out some of the rules of survival here. He didn't have the ability to change the rules, so he could only strive to adapt to them and survive within them.

The warehouse was a mess. Wang Xiuyuan unexpectedly felt a surge of emptiness and sadness in his heart; perhaps this was caused by the vacant space left behind after the kindness in his heart vanished.

After engaging the safety on the pistol, he tucked it into his waist, then collected everything and all the valuables in the warehouse into his space ring.

When Wang Xiuyuan first obtained this massive space ring, he had briefly considered using its advantages to start a logistics business—though what form that would take was hard to say. (The censorship prompt says there's an issue; I don't know how to write it either.)

But he quickly discarded that thought. As a transmigrator with a system, what could he do that wouldn't make more money than smuggling? Why bother working so hard on such dirty and tiring labor?

Thus, a super divine tool like the space ring became almost an idle item in his hands. Its most common use was for storing various important documents and frequently used personal items so he wouldn't lose them when he needed them.

But there is an eternal truth in this world.

Every item, even a piece of scrap paper, has its own unique use.

If you find that an item isn't very useful in your hands, it means you haven't found the best way to use it.

You can only blame your own stupidity, not the item's uselessness.

The space ring, which used to be like a portable safe, came in very handy tonight—for storing bodies and money.

Brothers who have killed someone and brothers who have seen others kill someone all know a common-sense issue.

Killing someone isn't a very difficult thing, and making sure people around don't find out after killing someone is quite simple. Only how to dispose of the body is the most difficult part of the entire criminal process.

Some methods of body disposal that we ordinary people think are very reliable are full of flaws in the eyes of professional investigators.

(Revised countless times, still couldn't pass, so I just deleted it. To hell with the censorship review.)