Two Realms: From Glass Beads to Divine Skills, Invincible

Chapter 68: Your greatest value is loyalty.

The sound insulation of the cold storage is excellent.

Inside the factory, the employees of Zhongrun heard no sound and continued packing sausages.

"Big brother...!"

Bai Chen, carrying a submachine gun, swaggered away.

But when he reached the factory gate, he heard Ding Jun's voice behind him.

"Hmm?" Bai Chen turned around and looked at Ding Jun with a puzzled expression.

"Can I work for you?"

Hearing the other person's words, Bai Chen smiled. He hadn't heard such words in a long time.

The last time I heard something like that was in junior high school.

In that era, gangsters were popular. Because of his bad background, Bai Chen had to become extremely ruthless in order to avoid being bullied, and he fought recklessly.

So at that time, he was quite prestigious at school, and many young lads wanted to follow him.

"Why did you come to the lighthouse?" Bai Chen thought for a moment and then asked this question.

Upon hearing this...

Ding Jun hesitated slightly, knowing that his answer would determine whether the older brother in front of him would accept him.

In the end, he chose to answer truthfully, "I got into a fight, accidentally disabled someone, was sentenced to six years, and couldn't find a job after my release..."

Bai Chen nodded slightly and then asked, "How long have you been in the United States? What do you think of it?"

"I've been here for a year. This country is terrible; it's a dog-eat-dog world, absolutely awful."

Ding Jun's expression was somewhat pained, clearly indicating that his year in the United States had not been easy.

"Not bad, he's quite honest; he didn't lie to me!"

Bai Chen nodded in satisfaction.

When people lie, their expressions will become unnatural, and unless they have received special training, they cannot avoid this.

The man in front of me, Ding Jun, clearly doesn't seem to be someone who has received special training; otherwise, he wouldn't be here making sausages.

"Come on, come with me to take care of something!" Bai Chen waved to Ding Jun, signaling him to follow.

"Thank you, boss. Thank you, boss."

Ding Jun was overjoyed and quickly bowed to express his gratitude, then jogged after Bai Chen.

At this moment, perhaps encouraged by Ding Jun, one of the remaining sausage-making workers stood up and shouted loudly:

"Big brother, I want to follow you too, let me follow you as well."

Hearing the noise, Ding Jun turned around and saw Li Ze, immediately showing a look of disgust.

This guy often praises the beacon of democracy while simultaneously belittling his own country and even his own race.

They belong to the same circle as the donut that is still unconscious on the ground.

Ding Jun wanted to speak up and remind him, but he felt that as a junior subordinate, he had no right to interfere in such matters and would only make his boss dislike him.

"No, we won't accept it!"

At this moment, Bai Chen's voice rang out, without even pausing in his steps.

"Why don't you accept it? You even accepted Ding Jun's offer. I'm a million times better than him." Runren was somewhat unconvinced and actually questioned him.

I don't know where Runren got his courage. Maybe he thought Bai Chen was also from the same hometown, or maybe he was just naturally bold towards his compatriots.

In short, Bai Chen stopped in his tracks after hearing those words.

Why?

Bai Chen said calmly, "I don't like someone who speaks ill of their hometown behind its back."

He had overheard the conversation between Ding Jun, Donut, and the other people when he came in earlier.

That's why he was so harsh on that donut; he slapped it so hard and it's still not awake, and we don't even know if it will ever wake up.

"you...."

Na Runren, emboldened by who-knows-where, glared venomously at Bai Chen, his chest heaving violently, clearly extremely angry.

Seeing this scene.

"Hehe!" Bai Chen laughed, and at the same time, he took out the submachine gun from his waist without the slightest hesitation.

Da.... Da da da!

Runren's pupils suddenly contracted, his face filled with disbelief. With the last of his strength, he looked down at her.

He saw countless bloody holes in his chest, but strangely, he felt no pain whatsoever.

His head was spinning, his vision was getting blurrier and blurrier, and finally he was completely plunged into darkness.

quiet!

Utterly quiet!

Apart from the sound of the meat grinders, the entire factory was completely silent.

Ding Jun glanced at the dead Runren and the Donut lying next to the machine, its fate unknown, and couldn't help but swallow hard.

The other unscrupulous workers around them also felt a chill run down their spines.

At that moment, they truly realized the meaning of that saying: "People like you with no status, even if you're beaten to death, no one will care."

My initial admiration for the United States completely collapsed at this moment.

They wanted to go home, back to their hometown where even controlled knives were illegal.

Unfortunately, these people had all come through connections, and some had even lost their passports, meaning they were destined to die in a foreign land.

"What are you standing there for? Let's go!"

Ding Jun only snapped out of his daze when Bai Chen's voice rang out, and hurriedly followed.

.....

Outside the processing plant.

On a Harley-Davidson motorcycle.

The Indian man's arms and legs were broken, and he was tied to the back seat with an elastic rope.

He kept shouting for help, trying to get rescued.

Unfortunately, it was all meaningless. The Fez neighborhood was a complete slum, rife with all sorts of crimes that even the local police station couldn't handle.

Only when Bai Chen brought Ding Jun over did Ah San close his eyes in despair, because he knew he was going to die.

"Go, kill him!"

Ding Jun was dumbfounded when his newly acquainted boss handed him a revolver.

It turns out that coming here to handle some business turned out to mean being asked to kill someone.

"What, you're afraid?"

Bai Chen raised an eyebrow.

In this cannibalistic beacon of humanity, if you don't even dare to kill, you'll just be a lamb to the slaughter, utterly useless.

If Ding Jun doesn't dare to make a move, he'll have to consider what the point of leading such a lamb is.

"Yes, boss."

In the end, Ding Jun took the revolver and aimed at the Indian on the Harley-Davidson motorcycle.

"Get the person down before killing them, but don't get my motorcycle dirty," Bai Chen ordered, frowning slightly.

"yes!"

This time, Ding Jun did not hesitate and stepped forward to untie the rope.

Bang~

Without the rope to hold him in place, Ah San rolled off the vehicle and was then dragged by Ding Jun to the wall of the factory.

"NO, NO..."

Ah San's desperate cries finally ended with a gunshot, and he left this cannibalistic world.

Ding Jun has now completed his first kill and officially stepped into this land where people eat people.

boom!

The Harley-Davidson roared as it sped away into the distance.

All that remained was the unseeing corpse of the Indian man, lying on the edge of the factory wall.

.....

Inside an old rental house next to Fez Square.

Ding Jun sat on the sofa with trepidation.

"Ding Jun, I will buy you a Purple Gold Card to give you legal status. This will cost three hundred thousand US dollars."

Bai Chen looked down at Ding Jun and said calmly, "And your greatest value is only loyalty, understand?"

thump!

Ding Jun knelt on the ground and said with a serious expression, "I swear, if I ever do anything to wrong the boss in the future, may I be torn to pieces and die a horrible death."

"Get up, stop with this nonsense, I never believe in oaths."

Bai Chen waved his hand and said with a sinister expression, "However, if you really betray us, I will slowly stab you to death with a sewing needle."

"Your former black boss at the processing plant was in pretty good shape; he was stabbed for a full half hour before he died."

Ding Jun trembled and lowered his head, not daring to meet Bai Chen's gaze.