Rotting Land: Survive

Chapter 728 - 715: The Guest Becomes the Host (Part 1)

"Do you want to die or live?"

"Live!"

"Hmm!" He Lei nodded, pulling up Dr. Liu who was kneeling on the ground. The latter couldn’t figure out his intentions, thinking he would be harmed, and begged for mercy in fear, swaying and struggling, "Mr... Mr. Lei, don’t... don’t kill me! I have no grudge with you, I’ll do whatever you want me to do, and also I’m... I’m a doctor... you... you might need me."

"Slap!"

"Shut your damn mouth! Close it!" He Lei was in a chaotic state of mind. The slap he gave Dr. Liu left him dazed, but it quickly silenced him, though his eyes still showed fear.

"You’ll do whatever I tell you to?"

Dr. Liu didn’t dare to speak, fearing to provoke him, so he nodded.

"Can I trust you?"

Dr. Liu continued to nod to express his intention.

"Alright, I’ll trust you this once." After getting a firm answer, He Lei let go of Dr. Liu’s hands, even helping to straighten his collar, and pointed at the corpses in the room. "You saw what happened earlier; I killed these people."

"No, no, Mr... Mr. Lei, I saw nothing, nothing at all!" Having been around Liu Fugui for so long, Dr. Liu knew all about street matters. At this point, if he didn’t play dumb, he’d be looking for trouble.

"Damn, what do you mean you saw nothing! How smart do you think you are?" Predictably, Dr. Liu paid a painful price for his innocent remarks, the swollen cheek being the best evidence.

"Listen up, if you dare to speak again before I’m done, I’ll put a hole in your chest! Understand?" He Lei traced a circle on Dr. Liu’s chest with his gun barrel, making it abundantly clear.

Dr. Liu nodded vigorously, not daring to even breathe, making one wonder if continuing like this would dislocate his head.

He Lei shoved and pulled Dr. Liu onto a messy sofa to sit, then paced to Yang Buwei’s corpse, stepping on the head, grinding it with his foot, and said viciously, "Damn it, this guy tried to threaten me, wanted my life. You see, this is what he gets. I’ll tell you, anyone against me won’t have a good ending."

He Lei’s current expression could definitely be described as hideous, especially with bloodstains on him, making him look like a ruthless reaper.

This corpse abuse was enough to say how angry and furious Yang Buwei had made him previously.

If Dr. Liu had been looking for a chance to escape before, he had completely given up after seeing He Lei’s corpse show.

To be honest, as a doctor, he was used to bloody scenes, but what He Lei did went beyond what a normal human could bear. Under his raging stomping, Yang Buwei’s head was a bloody mess, unrecognizable.

With such a grim example, Dr. Liu dared not do anything against He Lei’s wishes.

Perhaps exhausted, or maybe the alcohol was making He Lei dizzy, he stopped his movements but kept shouting, "The reason I went on and on is so you understand, don’t think about playing tricks. If you do, I definitely won’t let you off. And I’ll be honest, killing this person means I’ve torn with the group, and you and I are Liu Fugui’s people. If I don’t end well, neither will you, so if you want to live, you better listen and do as I say."

This combination of threats and promises was Liu Fugui’s usual trick, and his competent underlings should at least learn some of it. Even He Lei, reckless as he was, used it effectively!

For most people, personal safety outweighs morality. Dr. Liu, following Liu Fugui for years, had more camaraderie with him than with Huang Yong or Yang Buwei, and Liu Fugui treated him like family, giving him plenty of benefits.

So He Lei should be the enemy, yet here he was, betrayed by necessity.

But in reality, to survive, Dr. Liu nodded without thinking, his eyes pleading and fawning, like a beggar asking for food, extremely pitiable!

"Good, you’re sensible. As long as you do as I say, get me through this crisis, I won’t make it hard for you and will even give you the same treatment as before. But remember, don’t think about working against me. If I find you’re double-crossing me, hmm!"

He Lei’s cold laugh was chilling, Dr. Liu didn’t dare to look at him, hanging his head and listening intently.

"What I want you to do is stay in the room. If anyone comes up knocking, say that Mr. Yang is recovering from a gunshot and can’t meet anyone. Do you understand how bad it could be if those downstairs see what’s going on here? So, if you want to live, stay sharp."

So that’s it, He Lei just wanted him to do that. He had worried about being forced to do something dangerous like killing.

Staying in the room to buy time was something he would try his best to do, even without He Lei saying so, because once the other side found out the situation, even if he didn’t commit the murders, he wouldn’t have a chance to explain before being sent to meet his maker.

Maybe it was the will to live, but within a few seconds, Dr. Liu had a plan. He nervously asked, "Mr... Mr. Lei, is it okay if I say Mr. Yang needs to rest due to the gunshot and can’t see anyone? Would that work?"

He Lei only had a rough plan for buying time, nothing specific, but hearing Dr. Liu’s suggestion, he grinned, "Good, let’s do that! Oh, and if they insist, say they can come find me or notify me! Here, take this!"

He Lei bent down, turned over the battered Yang Buwei, pulled a hand-held radio from his waist, and tossed it in front of Dr. Liu, who looked at the blood-stained device, unsure what to do!

"What the hell are you staring at? Pick it up!" He Lei saw him standing dumbly and immediately shouted, scaring Dr. Liu into quickly grabbing the radio, nearly dropping it in his haste.

"Look at you, scared of nothing. Let me tell you, mess up and I won’t be forgiving. Now, let’s set the communication frequency. Contact me with this one, and don’t use the usual ones; they’re likely monitored, understand?"

"Understood, understood, Mr. Lei!" (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit qidian.com to vote and support! Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)