Chapter 634 - - 512 Meeting me is your lucky fate_1

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Ugh!

Niu Sanbao’s breath caught in his stomach as he dumbly stared at Duge, with a single thought swirling in his mind, “Is he insane, is this guy insane?”

“Who even encourages others to kill themselves?”

And here I am, feigning submission to him, right?

No, that’s not it!

This insidious fellow might have seen through my thoughts and is using reverse psychology to beat me at my own game!

If I dared to go along with his words, I’d probably be leaving my life behind…

Jolted to alertness, Niu Sanbao disregarded the pain in his wrist and knocked his head hard against the ground, “Senior, I know I was wrong, even if you gave me ten times the courage, I wouldn’t dare to harbor thoughts of harming you.”

When he raised his head, his forehead was already a bright red, his sincerity could not be doubted.

The two guys who were initially drinking in the yard timidly looked at Duge’s silhouette, kneeling like quails on the ground, not daring to breathe loudly for fear of attracting his attention.

Their ruthlessness was only directed at the weak, and they often heard Niu Sanbao speak of the terrifying nature of the Martial Worlds’ fighters, something they hadn’t taken seriously before.

But after seeing Duge, they truly understood what a tough nut meant, far exceeding the horror described by Niu Sanbao, just too harsh!

The thug known as Laowu had his hand chopped off by Duge, and initially he was in so much pain he couldn’t think of anything else.

Later, when he was frightened by Duge, and then as he thought about it more and more, he grew hatefully bold, always sneaking glances at the knife on the ground, just wanting to find an opportunity to stab that little bastard to death and avenge his severed hand.

But, when he suddenly heard what Duge said, his mind buzzed and he couldn’t make sense of it.

Only after seeing Niu Sanbao beg for mercy did he come to his senses, breaking out in a cold sweat, hurriedly averting his gaze, and daring not to harbor any thoughts for the time being.

Moreover, the sight of a child’s maturity was somewhat unnerving.

Duge took in everyone’s expressions and sneered, crossing his legs, “Useless fools, only capable of using a bit of cunning to play the thief in this small county town.”

As blood loss took its toll, Niu Sanbao felt dizzy, needing to firmly grip his wrist to prevent himself from bleeding to death.

Duge glanced at him and commanded, “The two of you who can still move, help them stop the bleeding, lest they bleed out and I’m left without anyone to order around.”

“I’ll go fetch a doctor.”

One of them quickly stood up, ready to dash out of the yard.

Duge snatched a plate from the table and flung it at the back of his head.

There was a clang.

It made the man stumble, and blood immediately began to flow from the back of his head.

“Looking for a doctor, eh? Don’t think for a moment that I can’t see through your intentions, wanting to go out and report to the authorities, huh? Should you dare to take even one step outside this courtyard, I will make sure all of you are dead,” Duge huffed coldly, threatening.

“Without a doctor, how will Brother Niu’s hand be reattached?” the man asked tremulously.

“Do to him as you men have done to those beggars you’ve mutilated in the street,” Duge glanced at him, speaking indifferently, “If they could survive, so can he. If he doesn’t, then it’s his fate.”

Indeed.

To increase attributes rapidly, the words and actions must align with key phrases.

Duge snorted inwardly.

After so many bouts on the Alien Battlefield, he had killed countless people, and he had witnessed firsthand the Pan-Universe Entertainment’s callous harvesting on the Alien Battlefield. His heart had long turned to stone, unwilling to be cruel to those at the bottom, but was he also afraid to be cruel to a few evildoers?

The two men looked at Duge and then at Niu Sanbao and the others, standing still in dumbfounded silence.

“If you don’t treat them and they die, you two will pay with your lives for theirs,” Duge said casually, “And that one with his intestines out, stuff his intestines back in, sew up his belly, and wrap it up. If he survives, it’s his good luck.”

Niu Sanbao watched Duge nonchalantly give orders as if he had just instructed a trivial matter, staring at the severed hand on the ground, “Laosi, Laoqi, just do as the senior says!”

His heart filled with desolation, after so many years of scripting countless tragedies, he did not expect that he, too, would end up crippled.

This must be retribution!

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The way these fellows dealt with wounds was simple and crude—using a red-hot iron to cauterize them, then scattering some ash over the area and roughly bandaging it, leaving them to live or die on their own.

The guy whose intestines had been pulled out by Duge was treated the same way.

Yet, having committed so many nefarious deeds, they had become quite proficient at handling amputations and had their own set of successful practices.

After treating the wounds, the severely injured men were pale from blood loss and broke out in occasional cold sweats, but it was clear they wouldn’t die anytime soon.

Even the one with his intestines pulled out managed to survive, groaning as he lay to one side. Every so often, his gaze towards Duge held a hint of resentment.

Apart from Niu Sanbao, the other few thugs had terrible acting skills, with every thought plainly visible on their faces and in their eyes, unable to hide anything.

However.

Duge didn’t care for their thoughts at all.

In the end, these scum were just tools for him to enhance his attributes.

Unfortunately, after all that trouble, he didn’t even awaken any skills. Indeed, his heart was still too soft. A person with a conscience, when up against Pan-Universe Entertainment, was likely to suffer a loss…

“Do you hate me?” Duge pulled over a chair and slouched down on it, looking at the few thugs in front of him who were left with only half a life after his torment, he asked.

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