Such a Brazenly Shameless Man

"If I'm not mistaken, this is it!" Liu Feng licked his lips and looked at the clinic in the distance. As soon as he arrived, he saw two men carrying swords carrying a man with a knife wound on his chest, running into the clinic.

After a period of chaos in the clinic, some people quickly left with packets of medicine. Compared to the so-called martial arts practitioners, they were just ordinary people. Such a knife wound could easily lead to trouble, and often such trouble could destroy their families.

"Tell me, can he be cured!" A burly man carrying the man in, tears welling in his eyes, grabbed a man who looked like a doctor with one hand, his other hand almost pressed against the man's neck. "My brother only suffered one stab wound, is there still hope?"

"Sir... sir, the cut on this gentleman's body is too deep, it's really... impossible!" The doctor, whose legs had gone weak, stammered. These martial arts practitioners were highly skilled and would lash out at the slightest provocation, but as for whether they could cure him, that was even more impossible. The other man's injuries were too severe; he was already halfway to the grave. Perhaps some highly skilled healers could save him, but he was just a doctor.

"Ah!" the burly man roared, slamming his fist into a cabinet that shattered into pieces, scattering medicinal herbs everywhere. Then, he grabbed the doctor, breathing heavily, as if he wanted to do something. The doctor's legs went weak, and he quickly begged for mercy.

"Enough, Erhu!" another long-bearded man shouted, "Third Brother is dying. Doctor, give him some anesthetic; less pain will do."

"Alright, alright!" the doctor quickly replied. The man called Erhu released his grip on the doctor's hand and rushed to the side of the third brother, whose chest was still bleeding. "Third brother, I'm sorry. If we hadn't been greedy, you wouldn't have suffered such a misfortune."

Liu Feng watched from a distance, the bloody scene horrifying him. He slapped his forehead, as if some even more gruesome images had flashed through his mind. Liu Feng turned around and kept telling himself, "These are just NPCs. They're just data. They're just monsters. Killing them will give you equipment."

The doctor, his hands trembling, sprinkled some brown powder onto the injured person's wound, presumably some kind of anesthetic. The person lying on the bed was pale, almost bloodless, and it seemed he wouldn't last long.

"Right here, just throw a stone over there and run. By the way, are the modules automatically picked up?" Ink appeared in Liu Feng's hand as he thought about how to pick up the last person and kill them. But then he became flustered. This was murder, not killing chickens or ducks.

"Hey kid, what are you looking at at the door!" Just as Liu Feng hesitated, a loud shout came from inside the clinic. The long-bearded man's face was ashen, and his voice was so loud it could blow the wind, startling Liu Feng. He had been discovered.

Before Liu Feng could react, the long-bearded man grabbed his shoulder and pulled him into the clinic. The long-bearded man looked at Liu Feng, his face so dark it seemed to drip blood. "Tell me, what were you doing lurking around the door like that?"

"I just wanted to come in for a medical checkup, I was too embarrassed to come in," Liu Feng quickly said. Luckily, he remembered that this was a clinic, otherwise, in his panic, he wouldn't have been able to find a reason and would probably have been attacked.

"Just go see a doctor properly, what are you doing sneaking around like this!" The long-bearded man released Liu Feng with one hand. He had just investigated and found that this man had not practiced martial arts and should just be an ordinary citizen. Otherwise, he would have already drawn his knife and interrogated him.

"That's it! Don't let him get away!" Suddenly, a loud shout came from outside the clinic. The long-bearded man and Erhu both changed their expressions, grabbed the knives next to them, and went out of the clinic. Soon after, the sound of weapons clashing could be heard outside the clinic.

The doctor and his assistants were so frightened that they ran straight to the backyard. Suddenly, only Liu Feng and the man lying on the bed, barely alive, remained in the entire clinic.

"What a great opportunity! Just shove it into the wound, and we'll have this guy's head!" Liu Feng looked at the wounded man beside him. The man lay there, powerless to resist, and might even die if pushed.

"He's going to die anyway, I'm just helping him a little earlier, maybe it'll even reduce his suffering, that's right." Liu Feng kept convincing himself, ink appeared in his hand, but he hesitated to materialize a knife.

"Forget it, they didn't do anything to me, they're not a bad person. I'll try again next time!" Liu Feng suddenly thought dejectedly. He knew this was a game, and he knew this person was about to die, but without hatred, without any reason, just for a module or something, to kill someone's life, he found that he simply couldn't do it.

Looking at the man's bloody and mangled appearance, Liu Feng shuddered, but for some reason felt much better. Perhaps letting the other person go was letting himself go, Liu Feng thought, but immediately shook his head. What kind of crazy idea was that? Letting go was too sentimental.

Feeling a bit better, Liu Feng heard the sounds of battle outside and lost all interest in picking off any remaining enemies. He became utterly dejected. This was just how he was; he couldn't bring himself to be ruthless, yet he had too many bottom lines, always missing opportunities and ending up like this, stuck in the middle, neither good enough for high-level jobs nor low-level ones.

Suddenly, a person flew backwards into the clinic. Liu Feng was startled and shrank to the side. The person was dressed in black, with a fierce face, and was clearly not a good person. What he did next was also not a good thing.

Ignoring Liu Feng, the man walked to the bedside, grabbed the dying man, and shouted at the clinic entrance, "Li Danliu, Wang Erhu, if you still want your brothers dead, then stop right now!"

"Li Shan, you son of a bitch! My brother is about to die, what else do you want to do? You despicable and shameless man!" The long-bearded man was probably Li Danliu. He was furious when he saw his dying brother being dragged away.

"So what if he's about to die? He's not dead yet, is he?" The man called Li Shan laughed nonchalantly. "Besides, even if he were dead, you wouldn't want to see him being whipped by me, would you?"

"Knowing the deep bond between you brothers, and that your third brother is about to die, why don't you also give up resisting and go down to join him? Don't worry, after I kill the three of you, I guarantee you'll all have a complete corpse and be buried together. Otherwise, it doesn't matter if your brother dies, but don't blame me if his body is incomplete!"

"Holy crap, I've never seen such a shameless person!" Liu Feng was dumbfounded in the clinic. He felt guilty even taking advantage of the situation, so he gave up. This Li Shan, he wouldn't go to a brothel, would he?

"I'll count to three. Put down your weapons, stop resisting, and surrender. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite!" Li Shan held the man's third brother in one hand and placed a knife against his neck with the other.