An endless surge of frustration, guilt, remorse, and other negative emotions flooded Luo Zheng's heart, along with a deep sense of self-bla. Unable to contain himself, Luo Zheng patted his forehead several tis to try and stay calm. A wave of sorrow and anger welled up, and he slamd on the brakes. The car stopped abruptly, and Luo Zheng stared ahead, tears of regret rolling down from his tiger-like eyes, tracing his face and falling silently onto his chest, like the endless and profound night sky.
"Brothers, stay strong," Luo Zheng murmured. "Wait for . I will definitely rescue you, even if it costs my life." His confused gaze gradually regained so clarity.
Suddenly, a figure erged in Luo Zheng's mind - Jackson. The tangled thoughts seed cleaved by lightning, revealing a direction. Many questions were resolved in an instant. Yes, it's Jackson. The problem must lie with him. Given Jackson's nature, he surely anticipated that I would take action.
"Bastard!" An infinite fury surged in Luo Zheng's tiger-like eyes. He roared, igniting the car. The endless self-bla transford into sorrowful hatred. Carelessness, sheer carelessness! He had overestimated Jackson's moral compass by thinking family ties could threaten him. Such naivety! The old Jackson might have considered family but after being physically destroyed, he beca cold and calculating. Such a person would stop at nothing for revenge. Moreover, as long as he kills , his family would be safe. Why wouldn't he go all the way?
Thinking of this, Luo Zheng wiped away his tears, slamd the accelerator, and raced forward. So many troops had appeared, the bridge was bombed, and the last exit out of the city was blocked. The chance of his brothers escaping was less than thirty percent. At that mont, Luo Zheng's mind was filled only with hatred for Jackson.
The car raced fiercely, the engine roaring like an angry lion, echoing through the pitch-black night sky. The headlights illuminated the bleak path ahead. Luo Zheng stared coldly forward, tears rolled down his tiger-like eyes, yet his expression remained icy, filled with killing intent.
Revenge, he must have revenge. Luo Zheng seed to see his brothers' screams before death, their desperate resistance before being captured, each shot by a barrage of bullets, falling in pools of blood. Those eyes clearly held endless hatred and bla, hatred for the enemy, and bla for himself. If not for his command error, his brothers would not have died.
Thinking of this made Luo Zheng's chest feel suffocated, as if crushed by a thousand-pound boulder, unable to breathe. The grievance was unbearable. He stomped on the brake. The tires screeched against the ground, producing an ear-piercing sound. A faint rubber sll wafted out. Luo Zheng jumped out of the driver's seat, rushed to the roadside, and with a heavy thud, dropped to his knees, filled with overwhelming regret.
"Ah—" Luo Zheng shouted out into the night sky, like a wounded tiger, his voice reverberating with endless grief and regret. It spread far into the night. The night sky remained silent in response, with a bright moon hanging amid cold, silent stars—no wind, no sound, no movent!
"Ah—" Luo Zheng roared again, holding his head, collapsing on the ground, tears of remorse flowing like a spring, yet he couldn't utter a sound. His body remained motionless, trapped in deep self-bla.
No pedestrians on the remote road, no passing vehicles, only the parked car with its bright headlights quietly illuminating ahead, as if patiently waiting for Luo Zheng. Gradually, the surrounding area began to buzz with the calls of unknown insects, adding a touch of vitality to the dark wilderness.
Countless battles had long fostered a determined character in Luo Zheng, making him understand the rules of war. Sacrifices are inevitable, but he could not accept the sacrifice caused by his mistakes. The cause of all this resulted from only one factor: not being ruthless enough with the enemy, not being cunning enough.
A mont of benevolence had brought endless disaster to his brothers. If he had been more cautious, if he had considered the enemy's malice a bit more, all of this could have been avoided. How could he have believed Jackson's words? Actually believed Jackson's words? Luo Zheng's mind was full of regret.
But it's all too late now. This failure was transforming Luo Zheng's thoughts to beco more mature, more steady, more cautious.
After a while, Luo Zheng felt the stone pressing on his chest loosen a bit, his breathing beca more smooth, and his mind cleared significantly. He wiped his tears and slowly stood up, looking at the bright moon hanging high in the dark sky. His previously confused eyes beca much more resolute, coldly murmuring, "Heaven bear witness, if I don't take this revenge, I swear not to be human."
Luo Zheng took a deep breath, feeling much better. He invigorated himself and walked to the car, got in, and started the engine again, moving forward. His eyes beca firm and sharp. His brothers were trapped in a desperate situation, going in was to die in vain. The urgent task was to find Jackson and eliminate him first.
The car roared away, Luo Zheng's mind gradually cald down, carefully recalling the whole affair, realizing he made two fatal mistakes. The first was selectively believing Jackson's words. Although the entire deploynt showed a defensive posture, it was based on the assumption that Lan Bo was in the car. In other words, he thought Lan Bo would actually be in the car. This erroneous judgnt stemd from trust in Jackson.
This lesson taught Luo Zheng that enemy words can never be trusted, even if controlling their weakness. The second fatal lesson was not scouting before action. He didn't even know if Lan Bo was in the car before taking action. If he had learned the truth beforehand and not acted, none of this would have happened.
After a while, Luo Zheng took a deep breath, his eyes beca even more determined. The mastermind of this whole affair is Jackson; first eliminate Jackson to exact so revenge for his brothers. As for the aftermath, make decisions based on the situation. How many would be sacrificed, how many captured, Luo Zheng had no idea, he could only silently pray.
Erging from regret and self-bla, Luo Zheng's mind sharpened. Jackson laid such a large plot, surely expecting so survivors to co for him. There might already be heavy troops in his ho, waiting in ambush. Charging in blindly would an death.
"I must go," Luo Zheng's sharp eyes beca frosty. Revenge cannot wait overnight. If he missed tonight, it would be even harder to find Jackson later. No matter the difficulty, he must go, otherwise his heart would be uneasy. Luo Zheng instantly made a decision, shouting angrily with murderous intent, "Bastard, wait for , I'm coming."
"Vroom vroom!" The engine roared, spewing thick black exhaust. The car accelerated again, like an arrow shot from a bow, charging forward with endless fury and hatred, gradually disappearing into the night without a trace.
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