Capítulo 1788: Chapter 1188: Let Go

No time to react.

The greedy stall owners trembled, falling one by one like dominoes.

The stall owner with a rugged appearance but the sharpest mind died the worst death, his body riddled with holes, face blown to bits, and as he fell backward, he clutched onto the Dragon Stone Type tightly, eyes wide open, unable to rest in peace.

Greed, one of the seven deadly sins.

Clearly, he could have been the luckiest seller in today’s market.

Misfortune often accompanies fortune, and fortune hides in misfortune.

Heaven and hell lie not only within a single blade but also within a single thought.

“Someone’s been killed! Run!!!”

The Jadeite District descended into chaos, the bystanders scared witless, fleeing in panic, wishing they had four legs instead of two.

Anyone daring to do business here was certainly no pushover. And seeing how Jiang Chen had previously humbled himself, everyone thought the stall owners in the jade market were going to strike it rich today, but who knew the change would come so suddenly.

Oh please.

What era is it now?

Can carrying a few knives still scare people?

Haven’t you heard, a gun is fast beyond seven steps, even faster and more accurate within seven steps?

Of course.

A Taoist nun, such a transcendent being, is another matter entirely.

A person like that cannot just be encountered by chance; if you could encounter such an immortal while witnessing a Dragon Stone Type being unearthed in such a small market, you should consider buying a lottery ticket.

Watching the commotion is human nature.

But not at the expense of your own safety.

Life undoubtedly ranks first at any given time.

The crowd scrambled to escape, scattering like birds and beasts, while four guards, swift to the point of cruelty, after slaughtering the stall owners, turned their gaze to Jiang Chen.

The meaning was clear without words.

As Xu Kuan’s “Personal Guards,” left to ensure Jiang Chen’s safety, the loyalty and combat effectiveness of these soldiers were undoubtedly unquestionable, and the full count of more than twenty bodies already made their execution efficiency evident.

They likely only had one question.

Kill-Them.

Did “Them” include the people who were fleeing?

What does it mean for life to be as worthless as a blade of grass?

What does it mean to kill recklessly?

The true face of Myanmar, unprepared and laid bare before Pei Yunxi. Her mask covered her face, expression unclear, but her contracted pupils revealed her inner world.

The brutality of the Myanmar warlords was not surprising in the slightest.

But these soldiers were merely executors of orders.

The true executioner was the person who nonchalantly uttered the phrase “kill-them.”

Moreover.

If he continued to nod, those who were just spectators might also not escape death.

Was this really the same person who helped wash her hair last night?

Contrast always provides the strongest impact.

Pei Yunxi couldn’t even turn her head to see the expressions of those beside her at this moment.

“Forget it, with so many people, you don’t have enough bullets anyway.”

After an unbearable silence, a calm voice broke through, still unflustered.

Pei Yunxi couldn’t help but swallow.

What does it mean… you don’t have enough bullets?

The four guards put away their guns; fortunately, Jiang Chen had them disarm their rifles before departing, otherwise, the bullets surely would have lasted.

The large bags temporarily placed on the ground were picked up again.

The guard moved forward, squatted beside the stall owner’s corpse, pried open the corpse’s arm, and took the Dragon Stone Type.

The blood-stained Dragon Stone Type emitted a captivating glow under its own fluorescent hue, resembling a top-tier piece of art even more.

Holding the Dragon Stone Type, the guard turned around, not sparing a glance at the bodies on the ground.

The market wasn’t completely emptied.

But it was chaotic.

After all, people living or making a living in Myanmar are not strangers to the world; they are familiar with the sound of gunfire.

Yet, seeing Jiang Chen’s party walking out made them appear as if they had seen ghosts, too scared to even make eye contact.

“Really? Killed them all? Bluffing, right?”

The female owner of a luxury store, closer to the entrance or exit of the market, heard the rumors but doubted them.

She was the same lady who served Jiang Chen’s group before.

Karuzi, where law and order are very strict, and the Allied Army had long issued commands, not just random killings, but anyone caught possessing firearms faced the death penalty!

No wonder none of the stall owners pulled out a gun.

Not only in Karuzi but also in all territories under the Allied Army’s control, the rules were the same, with strict gun control, which significantly improved the security environment.

If you claimed the stall owners were trying to violently seize the Dragon Stone Type, that would be making a fuss about nothing; have you checked other warlord territories?

The stall owners only wanted to rob, drawing knives only to threaten Boss Jiang to leave, not intending to kill, but in other warlord territories, killing and pillaging were rampant.

Safety?

Order?

Nonexistent.

The weak should be dominated, slaughtered.

It must be admitted, due to cultural differences, people living in Myanmar generally have more guts; the store owner who mainly sold women’s bags, like others, stretched her neck to see, but when she saw the true face of the massacre’s creators, her eyes widened, mouth gaping wide, then shivered all over, hastily retreating into the store, fumbling to close the store doors.

“Oh my god, so terrifying!”

She leaned against the store door, patting her chest hurriedly, her heart thundering chaotically.

At this moment, she felt immensely fortunate that she was honest in selling goods, conducting business steadily, otherwise, she feared she would have been the first target.

Such a massive ruckus, dozens of lives, there’s no way to just leave without consequence.