Title: Reborn Qi Tongwei, who defies fate by half a move and refuses to kneel

Chapter 105 A $1 Million Bounty: Death Dances

Before the smell of gunpowder in the air had dissipated, a strong stench of urine filled the air first.

Zhao Ruilong's shout just now was heart-wrenching, like someone had stepped on his egg and smashed it.

This usually arrogant young master Zhao was now scrambling and crawling behind Scorpion's large black rhinoceros leather sofa, trembling like someone with late-stage Parkinson's disease.

"Scorpion! Kill him! Kill him for me!"

Zhao Ruilong's usually well-maintained face was now contorted beyond recognition, his features squeezed together, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He clung tightly to the scorpion's trouser leg, as if grasping at the last straw, and roared:

"One hundred million! I'll offer one hundred million US dollars! The money will be in my account immediately if this kid dies!"

One hundred million US dollars.

These four words seemed to have a magical power, causing Scorpion, who was initially somewhat wary of Qi Tongwei's skills, to breathe heavily.

In this desolate place called the Golden Triangle, human life is a consumable, cheaper than toilet paper, but the US dollar is a real hard currency.

One hundred million US dollars is enough for him to buy a private army, or to buy a small island in South America and become a local tyrant, so he no longer has to live in fear in this godforsaken jungle.

The scorpion's murky eyes darted around, greed instantly consuming its reason.

He suddenly swung his hand, the movement fierce.

"Click click click—"

A series of mechanical gears meshing sounds came from all around.

Around this colosseum-like circular hall, the walls, originally decorated with exquisite murals, slowly rotated, revealing a series of dark, hidden doors.

A series of heavy, disordered footsteps sounded.

Dozens of mercenaries, dressed in camouflage tactical vests and carrying various automatic weapons, surged out like a tide.

They all had fierce eyes and reeked of blood; they were clearly seasoned veterans who had seen blood.

The sound of bolts being pulled back filled the air, and dozens of dark gun muzzles locked onto the three people standing in the center of the elevator platform from all directions.

Such a display would have terrified an ordinary person.

But Zhong Kui's expression didn't change at all.

He merely frowned slightly, seemingly annoyed by the scene of the many bullying the few.

He took a step forward, blocking Qi Tongwei's side, and pulled a shiny black wooden badge from his suit pocket with his slender hand.

The badge features a lifelike scorpion, but unlike the drug lord's tattoos, this scorpion is standing on a skull.

"The token of the High Priest of the Black Mountain Tribe."

Zhong Kui's voice wasn't loud, but it could be clearly heard in the quiet hall.

He looked coldly at the scorpion, his tone carrying the indifference of someone in a superior position:

"According to the rules of this jungle, any armed force must give way upon seeing the High Priest's emblem. Are you trying to break the rules?"

The mercenaries, who had been so aggressive, noticeably hesitated when they saw the badge.

In this place where primitive totems are extremely superstitious, the high priest of the Black Mountain tribe represents not only power, but also a kind of mysterious curse.

Scorpion's expression changed several times. Of course he recognized this thing; it was the "get-out-of-jail-free card" of the underworld in this land.

Normally, he would definitely make way for him respectfully.

But now, the terrified God of Wealth behind them has offered a hundred million US dollars.

"rule?"

The scorpion licked its dry, chapped lips, a maniacal smile spreading across its狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) face.

He suddenly drew the golden Desert Eagle from his waist and pointed the gun at Zhong Kui's head.

"Rules are rules, but people are flexible! The high priest is far away in the mountains, but this money is right in front of me!"

Scorpion turned his head and roared at his group of desperados:

"What are you all standing there for? That's a fake! Kill them, one million dollars each! Kill them!"

Under the reward, there must be a brave man.

Those mercenaries who were initially hesitant turned red-eyed upon hearing the words "one million US dollars."

That's money they couldn't earn even if they worked their entire lives.

All the gun barrels were raised again, and fingers were on the triggers.

At this critical moment.

Qi Tongwei felt his clothes being gently tugged.

Ye Cunxin pressed her entire body against his back, and the warm, soft touch could be clearly felt through his shirt.

She stood on tiptoe, her stunningly beautiful face almost touching Qi Tongwei's earlobe, her breath sweet as orchids.

"That's a 'butcher'."

Her voice was very low, but she spoke very quickly.

"The third one from the left, the bald guy with sunglasses. He's Zhao Ruilong's bodyguard, poached from Europe at a high price. He used to be an ace in the Swiss special forces. The USB drive containing evidence of Zhao Lichun's crimes is hanging around his neck."

Qi Tongwei glanced sideways.

In the dim light, he could see Ye Cunxin's appearance clearly.

That priceless red silk dress had now been transformed into a battle-damaged garment. The right side of the skirt was almost completely torn, ripped all the way up to the upper thigh.

Those long, undisguised legs, dazzlingly white under the dim red light, had skin as smooth as the finest mutton-fat jade, gleaming with an alluring luster. A few minor scratches, far from detracting from their beauty, added a touch of poignant allure.

At the base of her snow-white thighs, a black lace holster clung tightly to her soft flesh, the stark contrast of black and white exuding an irresistible allure that could send any man's adrenaline soaring.

Her wavy hair was disheveled and draped over her shoulders, a few strands damp with sweat and clinging to her slender neck. Her usually haughty peach blossom eyes were now surprisingly bright, filled not with fear, but with an almost frenzied wildness.

This is no delicate young lady from the capital; she is clearly a red spider lily blooming in purgatory.

"You have a sharp eye."

Qi Tongwei's lips curled into a cold, hard smile. He reached out and slapped her firm, round buttocks, saying, "Dodge it, or you'll ruin that pretty face."

Before he could finish speaking...

Qi Tongwei made a move.

He didn't waste any words, and didn't even give the other side a chance to fire the first shot.

"Zhong Kui! He's kidnapping us!"

With a low growl, Qi Tongwei's hands suddenly reached for the guitar bag behind him—which was, of course, not a guitar bag, but a makeshift armory.

Two silver Desert Eagles appeared in his hands as if by magic.

In the eyes of experts, this type of large-caliber pistol is usually synonymous with "more for show than practicality." It has high recoil, small magazine capacity, and slow rate of fire.

But in the hands of Qi Tongwei, who possesses top-notch marksmanship and superhuman physical abilities, these are just two handheld cannons.

"Bang! Bang!"

The two loud bangs almost overlapped, making people's eardrums ache.

The flames spewing from the gun barrels were half a foot long, resembling two dazzling bolts of lightning in the dimly lit hall.

The two mercenaries at the front, who were about to pull the trigger, had their heads explode like watermelons smashed by a hammer. Red and white matter splattered out, covering the faces of those behind them.

"Dry!"

Zhong Kui cursed, but his body shot out like a ghost. Since the boss had made his move, these so-called rules were just a piece of paper.

His target was clear—Zhao Ruilong.