Strongest Soldier King

"How many people are in the room?" Luo Zheng asked coldly.

"Four, gambling," the waiter said hurriedly.

"Who are they?"

"All local tycoons, they always request the boss to join them."

"Good, one last question, have you heard about the kidnapping?"

"No, I don't know."

"You can't afford the cost of lying. Speak up, and these are yours." He tossed a stack of chips.

"This...?"

"Want to die?"

"No no no, I'll talk, I know, many people here have heard, is it about the kidnapping in Huaxia Country? It was done by the Wata Guerrilla, that's all I know, please, spare me, I don't know anything, I didn't see anything, I won't say anything, I swear."

"Get up, take me to your boss." Luo Zheng commanded coldly, not worried in the slightest that the other party would dare to play tricks. The cost of leaking information was death. Luo Zheng could tell that this guy was terrified of dying and was clever enough not to blabber, or else the so-called Wata Guerrilla would never let him off.

"I dare not, just follow the hallway to the end," the waiter said hurriedly.

"If you don't want to die, take the chips and roll back home. It's not going to be peaceful here tonight; my people have already infiltrated," Luo Zheng said coldly, intimidating the other party, and then he opened the door and left.

"Wait a moment." The waiter, seeing that Luo Zheng really wasn't going to kill him, shouted in surprise. Seeing Luo Zheng turn around with a look of astonishment, he quickly explained, "You didn't kill me, you're a good person. Our boss is the son of the Wata Guerrilla commander. That's all I know, thanks for the chips."

Luo Zheng stared deeply at the waiter, and after making sure he wasn't lying, he smiled. It turned out there were good deeds returned in kind in this world. This was an unexpected piece of good news. No wonder the kidnappers had chosen Mogan Town as the meeting place—it was indeed their territory. He promptly strode off down the hallway to the end.

The waiter at the door came out to stop him, muttering something in a language Luo Zheng couldn't understand. Looking around and seeing other waiters nearby, he quickly pulled the obstructing waiter closer. The cold barrel of his gun pressed against the waiter's belly, he said coldly, "Open the door if you don't want to die."

"Huh?" The waiter turned pale, fumbling for a smart card, hesitating and not daring to make a move.

Luo Zheng grew impatient and jabbed the gun, prompting the terrified waiter to quickly open the door, fearing that Luo Zheng might act violently. Fights and killings were common in the night scene, and having seen much, the waiter dared not anger Luo Zheng. With a click, the electronic lock opened, and Luo Zheng entered, pushing the waiter through the door.

The room was luxuriously decorated, with four people deeply focused on playing cards, while four others stood in a corner looking like bodyguards. They turned their heads in surprise when Luo Zheng, with a flick of his heel, shut the door firmly and raised his SIG P220. He threw the waiter aside and said coldly, "Want to see who draws faster?"

"Huh?" The gamblers all stood up, looking at Luo Zheng in surprise. One of them said coldly, "Kid, who are you? You look new here. Do you know whose territory this is? Do you know who I am?"

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, the bullet whistling through the air, embedding itself in the forehead of a bodyguard who looked like he was reaching for a gun. The bullet exited through the back of his head, splattering blood and brains. Luo Zheng said coldly, "Better not move."

Those who could enter this room were no fools. They were subdued by Luo Zheng's precision shooting. They looked at each other, exchanging glances secretly, but none of them moved. Luo Zheng, with a cold gaze, sharply noticed one bodyguard making a signal to another, who subtly nodded.

Smart people know to nip danger in the bud rather than wait for it to sprout before pinching it off. In a perilous situation, Luo Zheng would not be soft-hearted. He didn't hesitate to fire again, "Bang, bang, bang!" Three shots, each hitting its mark, at such close range that it was trivial for Luo Zheng.

The remaining three bodyguards fell instantly, each with a bullet through the forehead, no chance of living. The precise shooting and decisive action, combined with the chilling aura of death, completely subdued everyone in the room. The excellent soundproofing meant that Luo Zheng could not hear any noise outside and was not concerned that the commotion inside could be heard outside. "I'll ask my question only once," he said icily, "and the price for a wrong answer is death."

"Who the hell are you?" a portly man barked, his face livid with rage.

"Who's the boss here?" Luo Zheng demanded coldly.

Surrounded by crafty people who did not respond before understanding the situation, silence reigned. A sneer of cold contempt crossed Luo Zheng's icy face as he aimed his gun at a man straight ahead, unleashing a murderous aura as if he were a drawn sword, its chilling sharpness causing shivers. "You, speak."

"You'll face endless pursuit if you kill here," the man shot back coldly, his face a mask of indignation but showing toughness.

"Wrong answer," Luo Zheng said and pulled the trigger without hesitation. The bullet tore into the man's thigh, ripping off a chunk of flesh, eliciting a scream of pain as he doubled over, clutching his blood-spurting leg, sweating coldly from his forehead.

"Since none of you wish to speak, then you can all die quickly. Waiter, you tell me, and I won't kill you," Luo Zheng ordered, his voice as cold as the whisper of a ghost from hell, chilling to the bone, freezing the air around them.

The waiter hesitated, too scared to speak, but his eyes betrayed his thoughts. Luo Zheng quickly noticed his target and decisively fired again, killing the man who had just been wounded. The overwhelming killing intent shocked everyone. Seeing Luo Zheng saying he would kill and then doing it, he seemed like a demon from hell. Another person, with a gloomy expression, said, "I'm the boss here. Who are you? They are just friends I invited. Let's talk about what you want; let them go, yes?"

"Very good," Luo Zheng chuckled coldly, walking up and stunning the other two men with a swift blow, ensuring they wouldn't wake for eight hours. He knocked out the waiter as well, though more gently as he was an innocent. Then he turned to the boss and said coldly, "If you're smart, you won't resist. Come with me."

"No problem, but let me remind you, you better be clear about who I am," the boss replied coldly, his countenance so dark it seemed it might drip water, his gaze on Luo Zheng full of malevolent fury.

"Enough talk, let's go," Luo Zheng said coldly, hooking his arm around the boss's shoulder while pretending to support him with his other hand. The icy muzzle of his gun pressed against the boss's kidney, where a gunshot could greatly lower his survival chances. Having seen Luo Zheng's methods, the smart boss chose not to resist and started walking outside.