80: Come! Great Chief, give him a little punishment.

In the nearby open space, the Terrorist lackeys guarding the Film Crew also bowed down to Lin Pei from a distance.

Everyone in the Film Crew was questioning their lives.

"What's going on? Did Brother Lin successfully exchange secret signals with the Terrorists?"

"Definitely. Otherwise, why would the Terrorists be bowing to him?"

"This is too spectacular, and the music is quite powerful too..."

"My god, how did he succeed? Brother Lin couldn't actually be a Terrorist leader, could he..."

Hai Qing looked as if she were caught between a smile and a cry.

"Ah? So Lin Pei really is someone of status. No wonder I thought his temperament was extraordinary when I first met him."

"And he's sixty already?"

"Unheard of. He's simply a legendary figure in our wellness world."

Lin Texian shook his head and sighed.

"No wonder I felt a connection with him; it turns out we're of the same generation."

"I don't know which of us is the elder brother; I'll have to ask him when I get the chance."

Zhang Ze was still struggling to accept it.

"I believe Lin Pei just happened to learn that language and passed the Terrorists' test."

"Didn't he nail a Terrorist to death before?"

"Impossible. I don't believe he's some African or some elder brother, let alone the boss of a Terrorist organization."

Huang Jingyu let out a rare, deep sigh.

"Even though I don't want to believe it either, look at the way Brother Lin is looking at those Terrorists."

"It's exactly the same as the expression Director Lin has when looking at his young grandson—it's full of paternal love."

"And Teacher Zhang Ze, look, the Terrorist Brother Lin nailed seems to be in the group."

"There... right in front, the one without a hood is looking at my Brother Lin with a face full of reverence."

Zhang Ze followed Huang Jingyu's gaze and happened to see Baza in the group.

He was dumbfounded.

What on earth.

A good friend suddenly went from a junior to an elder; who could take that?

After a wave of wooden fish emojis floated by, the livestream room fell silent for a moment.

Everyone came back from their moment of silence, expecting to see some bloody scene.

Instead, they saw that under the stirring Dragon Country hit song, Terrorists were kneeling all over the ground.

The object of their worship was Lin Pei.

Whoa!

Is this another plot twist?

Everyone immediately lost their composure.

"Holy crap, Brother Lin is really the mysterious leader of the 'Number One Organization'? How is that possible?"

"Is there even a need to ask? They're all kneeling; it's probably true."

"No wonder his acting as a murderer was so realistic; he was just playing himself."

"Exactly. Having a Terrorist boss play a murderer is a piece of cake."

"All I can say is that our Dragon Country is vast and resourceful; many foreigners love coming here to live."

"True, this guy even went so far as to get full-body plastic surgery. But honestly, it was quite successful; I'm almost tempted myself."

"Be that as it may, I want to ask if Brother Lin could step aside; I'd like to stand in his spot for a bit..."

"Boycott terrorism, give us back world peace!"

...

...On the other side, after Lin Pei told everyone to get up, the Terrorist lackeys stood up one after another.

Only Ali remained in a kneeling position.

With the Great Leader's return, everyone communicated in the organization's internal language.

Ali's expression was grave.

"Great Leader, I was disrespectful to you just now. I will now punish myself."

Lin Pei remembered.

Just now, this Second Leader had mentioned the organization's rules and questioned if the Great Leader should end his own life.

He hadn't expected him to bring it up voluntarily.

In that case, he wouldn't stop him.

Seeing Ali pick up his gun, Lin Pei turned his head slightly.

To avoid Ali's blood splashing on him.

"Slap! Slap!"

???

That didn't sound like a gunshot.

Lin Pei turned his head back and found that Ali had tossed his gun aside and was slapping his own face.

This... by "ending it himself," he meant slapping his own face?

After Ali slapped himself twice, Lin Pei showed some "care" and found a prop iron plate from the Film Crew to give to him.

"Use this, so your hands don't hurt."

Ali accepted it reverently and began to strike his own face hard.

Before long, one side of his face had swollen to the size of a coconut, and blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth.

The other lackeys also looked at Lin Pei longingly.

"Great Leader, we were also disrespectful to you just now and should also be punished. Please cut our ears."

Those behind them said in unison.

"Great Leader, please punish us."

Lin Pei was stunned.

Is this a Terrorist organization? Or is it a pyramid scheme?

This Great Leader really brainwashed his subordinates thoroughly.

They were all begging to be punished, and they even looked quite expectant.

He found it completely incomprehensible.

For a moment, he became curious about the organization's actual former leader.

However, he was also quite eager.

Not just to punish them; he wanted to give each of them a burst of gunfire and be done with it.

He unceremoniously gave each of their earlobes a cut, and everyone immediately started crying.

"Great Leader, it really is you. This is the feeling."

"Great Leader, you've indeed become much more powerful."

"Before, the Great Leader only scratched the earlobes, but now he's switched to direct excision."

Lin Pei was helpless.

Even if I fulfilled their request, there's no need to cry out of gratitude, right?

Baza hunched over, so busy he didn't know whether to cover his chest or his ear.

The big guy looked pitiful.

"Ah... it hurts so much..."

A companion beside him agreed.

"The Great Leader is wise and martial; I'm crying from the pain too."

Baza finally covered his ear with one hand and his chest with the other, his eyes still looking at Lin Pei with fervor.

"Great Leader, I know you knew my heart is in my stomach, which is why you specifically shot me in the chest."

"You spared my life; I will be loyal to you until death!"

Oh.

Lin Pei finally understood.

So this guy wasn't a zombie.

It was because of his unique physiological structure that he managed to survive after taking so many of his bullets.

He really regretted it.

He should have nailed a few more bullets further down back then.

This man had blown the heads off several civilians right in front of him and almost harmed members of the Film Crew.

This damnable Terrorist—letting him live until now was letting him off too easy.

If he got another chance, he definitely wouldn't spare the heart in that guy's stomach!

...Dragon Country Embassy in Ivia.

The embassy's top executive, Ambassador Xu Jun, had a grim expression.

Not long ago, the embassy received a ransom note from the local Terrorist organization, "Number One Organization."

They had taken a Film Crew of about two hundred Dragon Country citizens hostage and demanded a massive ransom of fifty billion from the Dragon Country Officials.

They also made unreasonable demands, such as having Dragon Country intervene to make the Ivia government recognize the local Terrorist organization.

Xu Jun was shocked at the time.

If he hadn't known the average ransom amounts Terrorists usually demanded, he wouldn't have been so struck.

Their Dragon Country had truly become powerful.

After kidnapping Dragon Country people, the Terrorists hiked up the price; the ransom had increased by tens of thousands of times.

Ah, the great motherland has become rich and strong!

...