Becoming an Idol

A faint, calm smile rested on Zhang Tie's face as he turned around from the front seat of the truck and looked at the people in the rear compartment.

"Thank you for saving my life once again, sir. I guarantee that the value I can bring by your side will definitely be greater than what I could offer in the assault troops!"

That old bastard Ximan had the wrong nickname. What old dog? He was clearly an old fox. Zhang Tie muttered inwardly, then smiled. "Before the vehicle reaches its destination, any of you who don't want to follow me may get off at any time and seek your own future. From now on, you have roughly one hour to think it over! I'm no important figure, just a nobody. I hold grudges, so I can tolerate people overlooking me, but I cannot tolerate betrayal. Think it through yourselves!"

After saying that, Zhang Tie pulled the rear window shut again.

Generally speaking, death-row inmates were all scum, though not without exception. These few were the ones Zhang Tie had picked out from among the condemned prisoners who were somewhat less scummy. They looked fairly agreeable to him, so he brought them along. As for the others, Zhang Tie had already saved them once. What happened next was up to their own fortunes.

Thinking of these fellows' "glorious résumés"—swindler, thief, smuggler, fake-document dealer, a perverted doctor who specialized in castrating rapists—Zhang Tie wondered whether gathering such a group around himself would someday earn him some bullshit title like "King of Chicken-Crowing and Dog-Stealing."

Whatever! Zhang Tie gave a dismissive smile...

Zhang Tie believed strongly in fate. At the same time, he knew that unless he put on an act as some mystical charlatan, he truly did not possess much of that