Chapter 95

"Stone, I'll take you to practice with the gun in a while." Although they had only been together for a few days, the fat man had already figured out the nature of this little rascal. This little rascal was all about guns and bullets, eager to practice killing the devils.

If there was something to be gained, it was naturally easy to win over, and this applied to both young and old. The fat man deeply understood this.

As long as someone had desires, they had weaknesses. His weakness was the lively Dr. Wang right in front of him.

"Where's the gun? Where are the bullets? Give them to me." The little rascal was indeed on the right track. Although he was almost stuffed to the point of bursting, he still stretched out his small, tender hand to ask for the Browning and the bullets he had promised yesterday.

The fat man chuckled, took out the Browning that the little rascal had been eagerly waiting for, and a bullet. He thought to himself, "Little one, it's so easy for me to get you to spill the beans. It makes me seem too cruel."

The little rascal's eyes immediately lit up. He supported himself on the table with one hand and reached out with the other, ready to grab the gun.

"Are you really going to give Stone a gun and bullets? Can you bear to let such a young girl kill devils?..."

"Do you know that what you're doing will lead Stone down the wrong path, affecting her entire life, living in hatred?..."

"Have you lost your conscience? How can you teach a five-year-old girl to kill? Are you even human..."

Suddenly, Wang Yi started berating the fat man, her words sharp and accusatory. The fat man's hand, which was holding the gun, froze in mid-air. Was this what he really wanted?

He had been torn over the matter of the little rascal. He didn't want to stop the little rascal's desire for revenge for her family, nor did he want her to grow up with violence. This wasn't his original intention. He had asked himself the same questions as Wang Yi, but he couldn't find the answers.

Now, under Wang Yi's stern questioning, he hesitated again. Should he really hand over the gun and bullets to the little rascal and lead her down the path of violence?

Seeing the fat man standing there in a daze, the little rascal leaned forward to grab the gun and bullets. Wang Yi promptly reached out and grabbed her ear, pulling her back to the chair, then took the Browning from the fat man.

The little rascal, holding her sore ear, her eyes reddening, pouted her lips, and was about to cry out. But then she met Wang Yi's fierce glare and immediately swallowed her cry, looking at Wang Yi with a hint of fear. She then lowered her head, rubbing her small hands, not daring to speak.

The fat man was still in a daze. This was not the scenario he had planned. It didn't make sense. The little rascal wasn't afraid of him, but she was afraid of Wang Yi?

"Fatso, although you want to take responsibility for Stone, you can only guide her on the right path. If you lead her down the wrong path, I... I..." Wang Yi couldn't think of any way to deal with the fat man. She couldn't beat him, and she would lose in a verbal battle... But seeing the fat man's seemingly obedient expression, she thought he wasn't that bad.

"I'll shoot you!" This was the only threat Wang Yi could think of, as the fat man had already taught her how to shoot. She couldn't use a scalpel to cut him, could she?

This was Wang Yi's way of threatening the fat man, which seemed weak and unreasonable.

Last night, the two women, big and small, talked for most of the night. Wang Yi had learned why the fat man was initially unwilling to take Stone but eventually agreed. She knew the fat man was torn over the matter of the little rascal.

Last night, she had let the little rascal carry the gun, but after understanding the fat man's intentions, she decided to push him to make a decision. This girl must not go down the path of violence. The gun and bullets must not be given to the little rascal.

"I don't need you to shoot me; I've already been stabbed to death!" The fat man smiled bitterly. Both he and the little rascal had been tamed by Wang Yi. He had no chance of getting the little rascal to reveal Wang Yi's secrets.

"You're still alive and kicking. What do you mean by 'stabbed to death'?" Wang Yi was confused, not understanding the fat man's crazy talk.

The fat man shrugged, thinking to himself, "I won't tell you about Cupid's arrow."

Although the breakfast was very rich, he didn't enjoy it much.

Unable to get the little rascal to comply, he couldn't get Wang Yi's secrets out of her.

Then he heard an unbelievable sentence and understood why the little rascal suddenly treated Wang Yi like a snake.

"Stone, are you full? If you're full, come with me to learn to read." Wang Yi said to the little rascal.

The little rascal immediately put on a sad face, looking at the fat man with a pleading look. Seeing the fat man shrug and make a helpless gesture, she immediately slumped and left, following Wang Yi with a belly full of resentment.

He remembered that when he was in the orphanage, he was also very afraid of studying, and he had even run around the yard to avoid the principal. The little rascal's fear of learning to read was probably similar to his childhood experience.

Back in his room, the fat man glanced at the still unconscious Song Ming, then began to check his ammunition and guns. This was his habit; he always kept his weapons in the best condition to avoid any problems in a pinch.

After tidying up, he ignored the corpse-like Song Ming lying in his room, closed the door, and went to the cave on the back mountain where the bandit camp stored weapons.

This was a key area of the bandit camp. Originally, there were ten sentries and a Czech machine gun. After the fat man pulled off a job with Commander Wu, he added a Maxim machine gun at the cave entrance to defend it.

"Hello, sir." The guards greeted the fat man, and the head of the guards, seeing him nod slightly, hurried over.

"Sir, what brings you here?" The small leader bowed slightly, smiling obsequiously and offering a cigarette.

"Find a few brothers and push the 92mm infantry gun to the training ground, and bring a box of shells. Go quickly." The fat man glanced at the domestic cigarettes, decided they were acceptable, and took one, which the small leader promptly lit for him.

"Sure, sir, I'll get the brothers to push the gun right away." The small leader knew it was a tough job, but to make the fat man happy, he would do it no matter how hard it was.

Since the fat man arrived at the bandit camp, the small leader, responsible for guarding the weapons and ammunition, had no chance to get close to this all-powerful sir. Now that the opportunity was here, he had to perform well.

"Alright, I'll leave this to you." The fat man nodded.

The small leader had never seen the boss treat him so politely. The fat man, who looked like a Buddha, was kind and good. Thinking this, the small leader immediately called the brothers into the cave to push the 92mm infantry gun.

"Damn, a bunch of debt collectors, yesterday they made me use over a thousand bullets. Today, I'll make you all cry for your mothers!" The fat man smoked, thinking viciously.