Chapter 79

"Stone, now only you and I are left to rely on each other. All of Grandpa's relatives and your own have died..." At this point, Old Lei suddenly paused, and Fatso only heard a series of sighs coming from inside.

"Stone will learn skills and definitely avenge Grandpa's relatives and my grandparents!" The child's voice was unusually firm, making Fatso's heart churn with a mix of emotions. This four- or five-year-old child was already talking about killing; the world was truly messed up. It seemed that Old Lei's relatives had been killed by the Japanese, which explained why the first condition was to agree to kill all the Japanese in Qingzhou City.

"Stone, don't be in a hurry. Grandpa will find a great hero to kill the Japanese and teach you the skills to do so." Old Lei's voice sounded again, trembling, likely due to excessive grief.

"Okay, Grandpa, 'Fatso Special Forces' are the real heroes. I don't want that fat pig to teach me anything!" The child's voice rose again, showing utter disdain for Fatso.

Fatso couldn't help but smile bitterly, thinking to himself, no matter how the child spoke, Fatso couldn't take the risk of turning this child into a killing machine; he would end up hating Fatso.

"If it weren't for the explosion at Warehouse No. 1 by the 'Fatso Special Forces' that night, your grandparents wouldn't have been killed by the Japanese who had imposed a city-wide curfew." Old Lei sighed slightly. What difference was there between an old man burying his young and a child losing both parents and having no one to raise him?

Fatso's whole body trembled as the smoke from the cigarette in his mouth made his eyes unable to open.

Whether it was from the smoke or his emotions, Monkey actually saw tears welling up in Fatso's squinted eyes. He mustered the courage to remind him, "Sir, Sir..."

Fatso raised his hand to pinch the cigarette out of his mouth, flicked it away, and wiped his eyes and cheeks. He then stood up abruptly and walked into the room without a word.

Monkey was taken aback and quickly followed him in.

Old Lei and the child were both stunned to see Fatso return.

"Brat, come with me, Fatso will teach you to kill the Japanese!" Fatso stood in front of the child, his body like an iron tower.

In this world where invaders run rampant and the people are treated like pigs and dogs, if you want to become a demon, I will help you become one!

He thought of a popular saying from his time and blurted out, "Trust me, Fatso will take you to show off and fly!"

Old Lei and the child looked at him in a daze, not quite understanding what he meant by "show off and fly." What was this fat man up to?

"You fat pig aren't the 'Fatso Special Forces.' Why should I go with you?" The child puffed out his chest and huffed, looking stubborn.

Fatso's lips curled, and he didn't bother with the child. He took out the bow design of the military crossbow he had hidden for a long time and handed it to Old Lei, saying, "Old Lei, I agree to all your conditions. Can you help me make a little gadget?"

"Hmm? Let me see." Old Lei, who had spent his life immersed in his family's traditional skills, became interested when he saw that Fatso had a design. He took it and his eyes fixed on it.

After a while, Old Lei moved his gaze from the design to Fatso's face and said, "You're making a semi-automatic crossbow, right?"

"Old man, you have a good eye." Fatso was truly impressed. The design showed several parts of the bow, more detailed than the one he had given to Mr. Huang. This old man could actually recognize that it was a crossbow, and a semi-automatic one at that.

"Hehe, I can't make it just with this design." Old Lei shook his head.

"Huh? Really!" Fatso was taken aback. Hope came quickly but left just as fast.

"Hehe, because your design is incomplete. How can I make it?" Old Lei looked at Fatso's clueless fat face and laughed in frustration.

"Alright, Fatso is convinced." Fatso was deeply impressed and continued, "The other mechanical parts need to be made on a lathe. It's not that I'm unwilling to show them to you, but once the parts are made, I'll bring them for you to test. Whether it works or not, I will be grateful for your help."

When asking for help, one must say nice things. And Old Lei was indeed a capable person, so Fatso was genuinely impressed.

"Let me tell you, I'm making this to kill the Japanese and their collaborators." Fatso said.

"Alright, just for that, I'll take on this job." Old Lei finished, folded the design, and put it in the sleeve of his robe. He then looked at the child and sighed, "If you want to take Stone, you can't force him. He only recognizes the 'Fatso Special Forces,' and I can't help you with that."

Old Lei then told Fatso about the child's background, how he had seen him kill the collaborators and wanted to learn the skills, but Fatso had refused, which only made the child more stubborn. He didn't want to go with Fatso and insisted on finding the "Fatso Special Forces."

The child's parents' deaths didn't bother Fatso much, but his grandparents' deaths were related to the explosion at the Japanese Warehouse No. 1.

If I didn't kill them, they wouldn't have died because of me. He had to take responsibility for this.

You might say that in war, people die and innocents are hurt. But a voice in Fatso's heart told him that he had to do this, for no reason, not out of a guilty conscience, but simply because he wanted to, and he had to.

In this messed-up war, doing things based on one's heart, without so many reasons and justifications.

Fatso squatted down and smiled at the child, saying, "Come with me, okay?"

"No." The child shook his head like a rattle, very firmly.

"Fatso will tell you a secret. The 'Fatso Special Forces' and Fatso are sworn brothers, good friends, very close. He often visits Fatso's house, and we get along great. Do you want to come with Fatso?" Fatso tried to persuade the child. If he couldn't handle a four- or five-year-old, he might as well find a place to isolate himself.

"Really?" The child's eyes lit up.

"Do you know why Fatso is so fat?" Fatso said seriously.

"Why?" The child shook his head, his innocent big eyes looking at the strange uncle, thinking, you're a big eater.

"Because Fatso never lies. A clear conscience makes the body fat. Do you understand?" Fatso looked very serious, trying to set a good example for the child, a good elder, a good uncle.

Monkey felt a wave of nausea and Fatso turned to glare at him. Monkey immediately wilted, not daring to make a sound despite the churning in his stomach.

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