Strongest Soldier King Chapter 593 593: Infighting in Kuntai

In a delirious state, Kuntai was awakened by a beating from the pangolin, yet before he could grasp what was happening, he was knocked out again by another hit from the pangolin. It wasn't that the pangolin was extraordinarily strong; driven by uncontrollable rage, the pangolin released years of accumulated hatred, and with it, an eruption of potential that naturally increased the force of the blows.

"Thud, thud, thud!" The muffled sounds of body collisions echoed under the cover of night. The pangolin, like a frenzied tigress, rained punches on Kuntai's face. In no ti, Kuntai was rendered unrecognizable, his nose, eyes, and mouth covered in blood. The pain would briefly rouse him, only for him to be knocked out again before he could resist.

"Beast, this punch is for the beloved husband I lost, die—pfft."

"Beast, this punch is for myself, die—pfft pfft!"

"Beast, this punch is because you deserve to die, die—pfft pfft pfft!"

As the pangolin struck and spoke, her expression was fierce. The grievances of her murdered husband and shattered ho were unleashed in this mont, turning her into a deranged figure. Shi Qingshan and the others crept closer quietly and were taken aback by this scene. They hadn't expected the pangolin, soft on the outside but with strong inner strength, to have such a crazed side. Seeing Luo Zheng signaling them to be silent, they stopped, switched out their original equipnt, and waited quietly to the side.

Perhaps tired from the beating, or perhaps having vented enough, the pangolin collapsed to the side, murmuring to herself as if confiding or perhaps praying. Luo Zheng glanced at the unrecognizable Kuntai, then at the pangolin, and approached. He handed her a flask of water, speaking softly, "The past must be put behind us. Those alive must live well. After I interrogate him, you can deal with this man."

The pangolin looked steadily at Luo Zheng, not moving for a mont, her vacant gaze slowly focusing. Perhaps prompted by a thought, her sorrowful face softened, and she gratefully accepted the water. Taking a sip, she spoke heavily, "Thank you, but for my vengeance, so many brothers took risks, and we still don't know the casualties. I—how can I repay everyone?"

"We are soldiers, and soldiers fight for the people—it's our duty. Even if we die in battle, we have no regrets. Though you're a scout, an undercover agent, at the end of the day, you are a woman. As soldiers, as n, protecting you is our responsibility. Don't worry. Now, we must evacuate imdiately," Luo Zheng said in a low, serious tone.

"Yes, thank you, and thank everyone for avenging . On behalf of my husband and myself, I bow to you all." The pangolin slowly stood up, bowed deeply to Luo Zheng, and to the soldiers, expressing heartfelt thanks as a woman, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Shi Qingshan, we must evacuate quickly. Take this man with us, let's go." Luo Zheng's expression chilled, his voice low as his sharp gaze turned toward Kuntai Camp Center. Sensing that pursuers were drawing near, everyone quickly packed up and moved swiftly towards another predetermined rendezvous point. Luo Zheng handed the Night Vision Device to the pangolin, and under the bright moonlight, the group swiftly vanished into the distance.

Almost simultaneously, at the Kuntai Camp Center, Kuntai's Eight Great Generals gathered together, looking at each other with uncertainty. A constant stream of ssages was being summarized and passed on, and the situation beca increasingly clear. The Eight Great Generals finally figured out what was going on, but the truth was difficult for everyone to accept. Not only had they suffered heavy losses in manpower, but their assets had been severely damaged as well. Many had taken the opportunity to abscond with a large amount of drugs, and more importantly, Kuntai had been captured, leaving them without a leader.

Suddenly, soone ordered their subordinates to find a way to restore the power. Among them, a middle-aged man with a sinister and ruthless look glanced at the others and said with a cold and eerie tone, "Brothers, since the boss has been captured and his life and death are uncertain, we all understand that falling into their hands likely ans little chance of survival. Should we not consider our next move? With such a big ss, there's got to be soone to take charge."

"What do you an? You're talking about this when the boss's fate is unknown, what are you trying to do?" a burly man angrily shouted, his face ashen, ready to throw a punch.

"Ah Bao, quit playing dumb with . With the boss abducted, who can confidently claim they can rescue him? Besides, even if he could be rescued, who's going to take charge of things before that? There's got to be so order, right?" a middle-aged man who exuded an air of scholarly calm coldly retorted. He appeared composed, but a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes before quickly returning to normal, clearly soone adept at biding his ti and concealing his true skills.

The man called Ah Bao roared dissatisfiedly, "Cut the crap. Besides the boss, no one else can ss with things here. Don't think I don't know what you're up to, trying to seize power while the opportunity arises. Not a chance! I'm going to lead people in pursuit right now and rescue the boss. Let's see how he'll deal with you then. It's a pity he trusted you so much, hmph."

"Bang!" Suddenly, a gunshot rang out. Ah Bao was shot in the forehead, and a trail of blood spurted out, leaving a small bullet hole. His face showed an expression of shock, and with his large hand pointed stiffly at the previously cold middle-aged man, disbelief filled his bulging eyes. He hadn't expected soone he got along with to take such a treacherous action. His body slowly fell backward, his eyes unblinking in death.

"Does anyone else object?" the cold man cast a glance at the scholarly middle-aged man and asked icily. Seeing that no one imdiately voiced agreent, and knowing that too much pressure would not be in his favor, he coolly said, "Ah Bao had ulterior motives and was rash, delaying the rescue. Now, I'll temporarily take the boss's place and exercise command. Everyone split up and pursue the enemy. There are many of them, and we'll use the number of enemies killed as proof. Whoever kills the most will be the new boss hereafter."

Upon hearing this, everyone was enticed. As for Ah Bao, who had died, and Kuntai, who had been captured, no one cared. They had embarked on this path of no return for power and wealth. Who was truly loyal to anyone? Now, the opportunity to rise to power was before them, and anyone who didn't seize it was a fool. And who could have gotten this far by being a fool?

Consequently, the group's wariness toward the cold middle-aged man turned into fervor. Their suppressed ambitions could no longer be contained and grew wildly, filled with aspirations. No longer pursuing the matter of Ah Bao's death, the cold middle-aged man observed everyone's expressions and smiled inwardly. He continued, "If no one has any objections, then lead your n to action. We'll give it five days; on the sixth day, we'll et here to discuss our accomplishnts. The one with the most kills will be the boss, followed by Elder Er, and so on. How about that?"

"Fine," everyone agreed, their eyes brimming with ambition. They dispersed and led their n to pursue their enemy.