Dead.
The boy’s corpse still clutched a worn-out rapid-fire rifle.
Before him, a tall man was looking down at the boy on the ground.
This fierce-looking tall man had a stubbly beard and a noticeable scar at the corner of his right eye, donning a mechanical arm, he seemed to be an independent Scavenger.
The man stood with his hands on his hips, arrogant, "Damn, I’m generous enough to sell you a gun. Still grumbling? Fool."
Swearing, he stomped on the boy’s corpse.
Then the man pocketed both hands, turned to go, while craning his neck to look around, as if searching for someone.
He spat on the boy’s face, still complaining, "Delaying my fortune."
After he left, a frail woman emerged from the crowd, her face slightly excited, bending down to snatch the gun from the boy’s hand.
After a quick glance at the gun, she disdainfully tossed it aside, "So cruel. Rusty and broken, completely useless. Is it worth ten points? That’s robbery."
Someone next to her spoke, "Isn’t it the fool’s fault for not checking before paying? Otherwise, he didn’t have to die."
"Right, silly can’t be cured, he deserved to die."
"Anyway, more than a month until Pu Cha, fools like him will die sooner or later, doesn’t matter when."
Onlookers nodded, merrily commenting.
Ren Zhong quietly watched these people’s performance.
He wanted to say, it shouldn’t be like this.
But everyone’s face was filled with cannibalistic intent.
Suddenly, loud lamentations erupted from within the crowd.
The boy’s mother staggered through the crowd and fell onto him.
Her elderly face filled with sorrow and anger, tears pouring like a torrential downpour.
But the crowd’s mockery didn’t cease, they just found another target to ridicule.
Seconds later, the Hunters arrived with a whoosh.
Driven by subconscious fear of the Hunters, the crowd quickly scattered, wanting to avoid them.
In no time, the once bustling street became deserted.
But the old woman did not leave, she spread her arms to block the Hunters, like a mother hen shielding her chicks from a hawk.
The front of the Hunters flashed coldly.
A familiar large hole appeared in the old woman’s chest.
Five seconds later, the old woman, with a perfectly round hole in her head, fell to the ground.
Another five seconds passed, the Hunter drifted forward, skillfully opened the already damaged skull of the boy, extracted the brain, and flew away.
All returned to quietness and peace.
Only the disregarded, broken gun and two corpses lay together on the street.
The cold wind entwined the boy’s tattered clothes with the yarn fallen from the old woman’s hand.
Like a world-famous painting.
At the street corner, Ren Zhong alone gazed at the boy’s corpse.
Within a day.
Zheng Tian’s ambition vanished.
Wen Lei lay exposed in the wilderness, harboring thoughts of his childhood sweetheart.
The bright eyes of the armed boy, once full of hope and dreams, were extinguished.
The life of the old mother, who intended to give her place to her son so he might live well, disintegrated.
Ren Zhong looked up at the sky again.
Everything I cared about, is destroyed.
Suddenly, his eyes reddened.
Whether due to sadness, or outrage.