Chapter One: The Beginning Unfolds

  "Is it a bit of a waste for Big Brother to kill this mother and son directly like that?"

  "Ah, big brother, take a look at this, what a waste! This is a genuine mature woman, with such a figure and temperament... just looking at her makes me unbearable. No way! I must try the taste of this so-called noble lady!" A voice full of obscenity, accompanied by the sound of saliva being spat out.

  "Right, big brother this special band is powerful, let's have some fun and let her son watch, it will definitely be stimulating. Look at that stupid son of hers, he's already 13 or 14 years old, he must understand. Hehe, watching his own mother being gang-raped is not much different from doing it in front of his father-in-law, huh..."

  "No! Ah! You, don't come over here, let go of me, release me... Ah, take your dirty hands away..."

  "Let go of my mom! Don't! My dad won't let you off, I'll get him to catch you when we get back to N city..."

  "Oh... it's so soft, the fluffy feeling is great! I can't take it anymore, do it..." The sound of the belt being undone echoes.

  "Get out of here, you little brat! Just watch and don't make a racket. A rare opportunity to see a real performance is being wasted on your nonsense." With that, he kicked him away.

  "Boom!"

  "Ah..."

  "Ah! Don't hit my son, stop it, you can't do this..."

  "Hurry up, you guys! Finish the job quickly and get out of here! Brother Dai might be back soon, and he's very fond of beautiful women. If that happens, you'll be in trouble." A low voice spoke up, with a hint of reverence when mentioning Brother Dai.

  Just as Liang Jing was walking to a bend, a sound attracted his attention and he walked along a small path between the fields. He appeared outside the wall of a factory building. There were many factories of various sizes on both sides of the nearby highway, including metalworking, mold, plastic, electronics and so on. The Desheng Steel Ball Factory that Liang Jing was heading to was not far from here.

  When Liang Jing heard this conversation, he roughly understood what was going on. He turned a corner and peeked through the steel fence to see that inside the factory's usual morning assembly area, several men were committing beastly acts against a mother and her child, similar to the scene that had appeared in his mind. The woman was fair-skinned, beautiful, elegant, and refined, with a mature and alluring figure that could indeed attract men's lust. At this time, her pants had already been pulled down, revealing black silk stockings and underwear inside. Her mysterious private parts were full of infinite temptation, and her upper body clothes had been pulled in all directions, making her breasts even more round and sensual. Her hair was disheveled, her hands struggled weakly, but her intoxicating eyes were clear and sparkling, flashing with colors of pain and despair.

  A group of men surrounded a refined middle-aged woman, gesticulating and excitedly chattering. Only one man with a buzz cut didn't join in, instead holding a handgun with a vigilant gaze, appearing very cautious. Nearby, a teenager who looked to be over ten years old was lying on the cold concrete floor, continuously shouting and cursing as he struggled to get up, with bright red blood flowing from his mouth and elbow. However, the surrounding men were unmoved, and when he crawled closer, one of them kicked him away again.

  Around the cement floor, Liang Jing also found seven or eight men in black suits lying in a pool of blood, some were shot, some had their throats cut, and some had holes stabbed in their hearts, they seemed to be bodyguards or escorts for the mother and son.

  Several men, although roughing up the elegant mature woman, were able to move with swift and agile movements, wearing camouflage jackets over black tight-fitting T-shirts, and all of them had guns on their bodies. Only one man, a middle-aged bald-headed man, was still holding his gun, while the others had put theirs away. Upon seeing this, Liang Jing's eyes narrowed slightly - these men were not ordinary thugs or robbers, but rather specially trained individuals. It seemed that things were not as simple as they appeared. However, Liang Jing was not too concerned, relying on her physical abilities and a suit of Warrior Leather Armor, which had an additional defensive power that could not be broken by 54-caliber handguns. Previously, Hong Bin had also used a 54-caliber handgun but only managed to barely break through the armor before running out of strength. It could be said that these 54-caliber handguns no longer posed a significant threat to her.

  However, Liang Jing found something very interesting. These people all used Type 54 pistols, which seemed to be very popular. In fact, this type of pistol has been used for decades and although it has many drawbacks, its advantage lies in its considerable firepower!

  Although he wasn't afraid of them, Liang Jing still didn't want to get involved in other people's business, but also didn't deliberately avoid them!

  Although being hit by this handgun in a vital area is still very dangerous for Liang Jing, after all, the leather armor is not fully protected without any gaps, and there are always seams. These people's actions can be seen as having undergone special training. If their marksmanship is much better than Hong Bin's, they won't be able to dodge all the vital areas at once, and there will still be danger. More importantly, if there is no benefit, it's better not to take risks, and the cost and gain are obviously not equal.

  And even if he were to kill those people, the mother and son would not be able to survive for long without anyone to take care of them in this world. What's the point of saving them then? If he continues to intervene, it will only bring him endless trouble, which he doesn't want to provoke. It seems that things are not as simple as they seem, even though the mother and son look pitiful, the boy's repeated kicks and his bloody body also evoke strong emotions.

  However!

  Liang Jing's heart had long been cold, whether it was before or after the change in the world. Modern society still follows the principle of "each person sweeps the snow from their own doorstep and doesn't care about the frost on someone else's roof." It's a good way to protect oneself by being wise and cautious. He didn't want to get himself into any trouble, which could be a matter of life and death. He had his own things to take care of, and no matter what time it was, without real power, he would only end up like these two mother and son, being bullied by others!

  This is Liang Jing's own conclusion from countless personal experiences.

  What? You're telling me about the traditional virtues of China that have been passed down for thousands of years? Being willing to help others is still learning from Lei Feng, what's wrong with that? Are people still learning from him? Have you gone crazy?! It seems like China has lost its traditions now, everything that has been passed down for thousands of years is a feudal remnant that must be overthrown! Earlier, Liang Jing watched a video where a classic poem that had been passed down for centuries was also labeled as a feudal remnant by some association or whatever. Even high-educated and high-quality talents are like this now. Everything our ancestors left behind for thousands of years is considered a feudal remnant. Traditional virtues are no longer in fashion, losers only care about making money and are busy with their own lives...

  "Oh no!......" The elegant and refined woman's eyes were sharp, and she immediately noticed Liang Jing walking on the road, shouting loudly.

  "Big brother, come and help us quickly, we will definitely reward you heavily, my dad is in the N city military district..." The struggling boy on the ground shouted loudly.

  "It's done!"

  As soon as he heard the elegant and mature woman shouting, Liang Jing thought to himself that things were not as simple as they seemed. Especially when the young man mentioned who his father was, it sounded like his mother's background was even more impressive than Li Gang's. This meant that they definitely wouldn't let him go, with such a big backing behind the victim, if he were to be released and report what happened, it would be disastrous. At the same time, he had a bad opinion of the two "victims".

  "Halt!" A middle-aged man with a square face shouted loudly, and indeed!

  "Hey kid, stop right there and squat down with your hands on your head!" The several burly men on the side also reacted.

  "Boom!"

  Liang Jing let the canvas bag with steel-backed beast meat on his shoulder fall to the ground, making a dull sound, and even the ground seemed to shake slightly. To know that the steel-backed beast weighs at least 600 pounds or more, and the meat stripped by Liang Jing weighs at least 300-400 pounds (with some bones inside), falling from Liang Jing's shoulder to the ground with considerable force.

  At the same time, Liang Jing also quickly scanned the surrounding environment and made the worst preparations for battle!

  A dull, powerful sound suddenly startled several people nearby. The middle-aged man with a shaved head narrowed his eyes, flashed a hint of unusual color, raised his right hand and made a gesture, signaling the crowd to keep quiet.

  "I'm just passing by, I didn't see or hear anything. Let's each go our own way and not interfere with each other." Liang Jing was still making his best effort, intentionally throwing the canvas bag containing the steel wolf meat on the ground to make a noise, warning the other party that he wasn't someone to be trifled with either, making them cautious not to act rashly.

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