The eastside of Los Angeles was a desert. Of course, it was not like the Sahara, but rather like the Gobi.
Every year, the cold air from the coastline would grow as it passed through the dry and hot region. By the time it blew toward the middle and eastern states, it would turn into a hurricane.
According to Risfar’s guide, Chen Zhao drove onto an abandoned road.
The road had probably been built in the ’70s or ’80s. The yet-to-be removed billboards on the sides fully illustrated its age.
Such a place might not even receive a single visitor in an entire year.
After driving for over ten kilometers, even the road disappeared completely. Only stone fragments remained.
Chen Zhao drove the van onto the stony path. It was not totally barren but filled with some grass.
The sea breeze from the southwest would bring some moisture and nourish the soil.
Chen Zhao saw a shabby wooden house in front, where a few cars were parked.
It had probably been a pasture in the past but was subsequently abandoned due to increased desertification.
Chen Zhao parked the van at the entrance, alighted and walked into the house.
Risfar was inside with his men.
On the ground, there were more than ten Mexicans who had been tied up tightly. Even their mouths were sealed.
“Chen, you’re here.”
Chen Zhao and Risfar hugged briefly. Then, Chen Zhao looked at the Mexicans. “Didn’t expect that many.”
“They’re a small family. Odutra is an important member among them, but now he’s jailed because of you. The new leader of the Mexican gang pushed them out of the gang and snatched their power and money, so they hate you to the moon and back. We found these on them.”
Risfar opened a bag. Chen Zhao saw many photos of him and Fali inside.
There were also various kinds of guns and ammunition, even grenades and self-made bombs.
When Chen Zhao saw these, he broke out in cold sweat.
If they had used all these on Chen Zhao and Fali, they would probably have died.
“I feel cold.” One of Risfar’s men suddenly made a ridiculous remark.
Risfar frowned. Even though it was February, they were in a desert. In the day, the temperature was at least 86 Fahrenheit.
“Chen.” Risfar pushed Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao was jolted back to reality at once. “Huh? What happened?”
“What happened to you?”
Chen Zhao rubbed his forehead. “I’m fine… Johnny, leave with your men.”
“What?” Risfar was clearly puzzled. “You want to let them go? Or you want to kill them yourself? Chen, listen to me. Let my people bury them. It’s the best way.”
Risfar felt that even if Chen Zhao wanted to kill them, he would be unable to bury all the corpses himself.
He might as well let Risfar’s men do it. They could dig a large pit and bury all the gang members. Nobody would ever discover the missing Mexicans.
“I know what to do.” Chen Zhao sounded cold.
Chen Zhao was very clear-headed at the moment, but he was just not in the right state.
He recalled the night when Jonal and Bart broke into his house and attempted to rape Fali. He was also in a state of wrath.
At the moment, the same emotion appeared again.
Chen Zhao felt that he was in a strange condition as if the rage from both occasions had combined.
He tried his best to suppress his anger, afraid that he would lose control.
Therefore, he hoped that Risfar and his men could leave when he could still control himself.
“Chen… my men and I will wait for you on the road outside.”
“Okay.”
Chen Zhao stood before the group of Mexicans. A patch of shadow appeared behind him.
The Mexicans were even more horrified as they kept making muffled sounds.
However, their mouths were sealed by tape and they could not speak at all.
…
Risfar was somewhat worried. Chen Zhao seemed very unusual.
After some consideration, he said to his men, “Go to the other cars and leave. I’ll drive back and check on Chen.”
“Boss.”
“I’ll be fine. Just leave.”
Risfar chased all his men from the car, after which he drove toward the house.
The house was in complete silence. Risfar was very confused.
Has Chen Zhao not started to kill them yet?
He alighted from the car. At the instant he pushed the door open, he saw a black thing behind Chen Zhao’s back.
“Chen… You…”
Immediately, the darkness behind Chen Zhao vanished.
Chen Zhao also woke up at once. “Johnny, why are you back again?”
“I’m worried for you… Aren’t you going to kill them?” Risfar looked at the people on the ground. Horror was written all over their faces.
It was as if they had just seen a monster. Did they see it too?
Suddenly, they heard a car stop outside.
Bang!
Before Risfar knew it, he was shot in the back.
Chen Zhao quickly dashed forward and hugged Risfar. In the next instant, a dark shadow appeared behind Chen Zhao and expanded wildly. A black, one-winged lion charged out from the darkness.
There was only one emotion on the one-winged lion: wrath!
…
Andibell and the other seven people had already decided to kill Chen Zhao and snatch his van.
Hence, when they alighted from the car, Andibell fired his gun directly.
Only after killing Chen Zhao would they think about retreating.
The person he shot was not Chen Zhao.
However, since they had the plan, they would not care if they had to kill one person or two.
Just then, a black thing broke through the door of the wooden house.
It was a black lion, but it had a wing on its back!
The lion started to attack them without hesitation. Andibell and his friends fired in shock.
But it was useless. Bullets did not slow the lion at all.
Andibell was the first. The black lion tore him to pieces.
‘Run!”
The black lion just stood still and looked at the seven escaping gangsters. As the seven people ran, they suddenly stopped.
Then, a black man leaped at another person. “Dave, you f**ked my woman, right? You f**king adulterer! Go and die…”
“Mill, you broke my new phone last time, right? It’s definitely you… don’t explain. You asshole! I’m gonna kill you!”
“You snatched my woman…”
“You ate the jelly in the fridge…”
“Stop shouting at me! I’m not your pawn…”
The seven gangsters all went mad. They began to attack and smash each other with the rocks on the ground.
It was as if they were all irreconcilable enemies. They had forgotten about pain and there was only one emotion on their faces: wrath.
