Apocalyptic Reincarnation: Start with a 30-million Bonus

As soon as the words were spoken, a bullet shattered the car window.

Immediately, a few people came running from the other side of the wall, firing at them.

”Are they crazy?”

Lan Tian covered his ears, crouching beside the car, and yanked Mai Dou down from where he was standing on the roof.

”Standing so high, are you looking to get killed?”

He glanced nervously at the thick smoke emitting from the lounge and frowned, worry evident in his voice: ”Things don’t look too good, Cai Bald and his crew might be causing trouble. The people originally left here are those extremely loyal to Old Ghost, they’re insane. We could all be seen as rebels by them.”

Crouching nearby, Mai Dou shrugged his shoulders and asked with a big head: ”Then what do we do?”

”What can we do? Stir-fry. Hide!”

Lan Tian crawled under the car, and seeing this, Mai Dou followed him underneath.

Those who came down off wall duty, after receiving orders through walkie-talkies, rushed towards Old Ghost’s central house.

While running, they shot at the newcomers right away.

The two sides engaged in a shootout in the lair, gunfire blared.

Lan Tian and Mai Dou lay under the car, watching several people run past, and breathed a sigh of relief.

They hid under the car, uninvolved in the chaos.

Amidst the gunfire, hundreds of women fled from the lounge screaming, but they had no idea where to run.

For a moment, the Motorcycle Gang’s lair was in complete chaos.

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Inside the factory imprisoning slaves, several Motorcycle Gang members stationed there looked up towards the outside upon hearing gunfire.

Zzzzz—

A walkie-talkie on the waist of one man, appearing to be a leader, buzzed.

”Cai Bald has revolted, quickly come to central support! Hurry, they want to invade the boss’s woman!”

Shush!

The leader suddenly stood up from his stool.

This is intolerable, Cai Bald has rebelled against them.

Though they’d heard what those people said, they didn’t believe, didn’t believe anything could happen to Old Ghost.

Grabbing their guns, he shouted to the people around him: ”Go, help!”

”What about them?” One of the guys pointed at the enslaved inside the iron bars and asked.

”They’re locked up, can’t run.” Saying this, he rushed outside the factory.

”Alright.” Several guys promptly followed him out.

In their hurry, someone dropped the key to the iron bars on the ground.

An old man by the bars quickly shouted to a young man beside him: ”Grandkid, your hands are long, hurry, pick that key up. Quick!”

The old man had grizzled hair, but his spirit was striking; his face was pressed against the bars, it was distorted.

”I’m not your grandson.” The young man heard the label and said helplessly, pouting, but still squeezed over slowly.

”You call your dad, you call him dad, right?”

”Yes.”

”Your dad calls me dad too, doesn’t he? Aren’t you my grandson then?”

”But! But! Such a father is useless.” The young man sighed, then reached out towards the iron bars to retrieve.

This young man, not yet twenty, had an unreliable father who often liked to call people godfather; he’d met quite a few ”grandpas” already.

Zzz!

The young man’s hand was long, among those inside trying to reach for the key, he got it first.

After fetching the key, excitedly he went to unlock the lock on the bars.

Seeing this, the old man hastily stopped him: ”Don’t open it! If you open it, we’ll all die!”

Upon hearing these words, the young man looked at him surprised, the other slaves also looked at him puzzled.

They’d been locked up for so long, now finally had a chance to escape amid the chaos, yet not opening the door, did they enjoy being slaves too much?

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(Seeking monthly ticket)