"Oh? It seems you have forgotten, so I will kindly remind you. Yesterday, didn't you order harm to come to a couple? Let me tell you, they are my parents. Therefore, since you dared to do that to them, today I dare to do the same to you," Bidegla spoke with an extremely cold and indifferent expression.

With this, Kevine Bissey was speechless. He remembered giving an order to deal with a couple who had been causing trouble with a group of elderly people outside their company. He had no idea how much his father scolded him for this, so in order to solve the problem, he ordered to deal with the couple. They were just ordinary people, he didn't pay any attention to them. But who would have thought that his casual order from yesterday would bring about such a calamity today. As the saying goes, "As you sow, so shall you reap."

"My parents were almost killed by your people, so, after you go to hell, you must remember, the one who killed you is called Bidegla!" The name Bidegla echoed constantly in Kevine Bissey's ear. In that moment, a cold light flashed across his neck, which made the middle-aged man scream in terror.

He was just fine a moment ago, but now he was dead. This was the only son of the county party secretary, and now he was dead here. It would be strange if the secretary did not go mad. For the sake of his son, the secretary had risked taking on many unspeakable things. If it weren't for him, Kevine Bissey's actions would have been worthy of a death sentence ten times over. Now that Kevine Bissey was dead, this middle-aged man knew the secretary would surely go mad and seek revenge on Bidegla.

"Ruthless!" Not far from Bidegla, Xiao Wu saw Bidegla wiping someone's neck without blinking an eye, which made him even more afraid of Bidegla. It was as if he was a god of death, killing without blinking. Was his heart made of stone?

"Your master is dead, now it's your turn," Bidegla said, turning his gaze to the middle-aged man, who turned pale with fear. "Didn't you say if I spared him, you'd spare me? What...what do you want to do?" the man's hands were still on the ground, and he began to stutter.

"I seem to recall saying I would consider it," Bidegla said, as if looking at an idiot. "Now, I've considered it. Since you play a crucial role in delivering information, how can I spare you and still do right by my parents? They have done nothing wrong, it is you who exploit ordinary people with your background. So now, you will go and join your master."

With that, Bidegla cleanly took the man's life with his knife, and even in death, the man's face was filled with fear. Dealing with two ordinary people resulted in the consecutive deaths of so many people, the price was too high. If this were to be exposed, it would definitely be a major murder case in the country, and would surely make the headlines.

"I am just an ordinary driver, I have seen nothing," the man in his sixties said as he saw Bidegla's gaze sweep over him, trembling and kneeling on the ground. "I have a bedridden wife at home, if I die, she will have no one to take care of her and will die too. I promise, I have seen nothing today, and I will not speak of it," the old man said, his face filled with fear.

This old man, at first glance, appears quite honest and simple. Honestly, Bidegla can kill an enemy without hesitation, but he cannot bring himself to harm the elderly or children. This old man is just a driver and may really have nothing to do with this matter.

He is not a bloodthirsty person, nor does he harm others without reason. So, as he looked at this old man, Bidegla contemplated for about a minute before calmly saying, "Alright, it's none of your business. You can go."

"Really?" Upon hearing Bidegla's words, the old man seemed somewhat incredulous. He had seen his boss become a corpse in the blink of an eye, and in his eyes, Bidegla had become a murderer.

Now, he was willing to let him go, and the old man felt a sense of disbelief.

"Of course it's true. If you want to lie here, I won't mind. So many people have already died, I don't mind one more," Bidegla said before turning away.

He didn't warn the old man because he could tell that the old man was just an ordinary driver. So many people had died here today, and if he didn't want to die, he wouldn't talk.

"Will there be a problem?" Niko Haimes expressed some concern after the old man escaped.

Although he was afraid that Bidegla would kill the old man, he was more afraid that the old man would leave and report to the police. So many people had died, and if caught, it would be a dead end.

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"It's fine. Even if he reports, I won't be afraid of him," Bidegla said, indifferent.

He had seen bigger situations, let alone what was happening now.

"I hope you can take care of yourself," seeing the unpredictable Bidegla, Niko Haimes said no more.

If he hadn't insisted on following Bidegla today, he would never have thought that Bidegla had such a ruthless side, killing without blinking an eye. He was simply a god of killing.

"Brother, can I go too?" At this point, the young man spoke, looking terrified.

Bidegla had previously said he was considering letting the middle-aged man go, but in the end, his fate was extremely tragic, dying directly at the hands of Bidegla.

So now, the young man was also afraid. His brother had directly attacked his parents, and he couldn't really believe he hadn't been involved.

"Do you want to leave?" Looking at the young man, Bidegla raised an eyebrow, scaring him almost to his knees.

The young man knew that even a small move from Bidegla could scare him half to death, as he didn't know when Bidegla might end his life with a knife.

"Brother, what do you want me to do? As long as you don't kill me, I can do anything," the young man said, with a hint of tears in his voice.

A strong man, he was almost crying at this moment.

"Anything, really?" Bidegla's eyes flickered slightly as he asked.

Originally, he had no intention of letting the young man go, as he had claimed he hadn't been involved, but Bidegla would never believe it. According to him, he had just been drunk the day before, and if he hadn't been drunk, he might have been one of the attackers.

In ancient times, there was a saying of guilt by association, so in Bidegla's mind, he had no intention of letting him go.

But now, seeing him like this, Bidegla hesitated. The young man was very obedient, which pleased Bidegla, and he was also ruthless. From another perspective, he was a talent.

In short, this young man was a very obedient dog. You tell him to bite someone, and he will. Killing him would be a pity.

In the city of Bidegla, if there's any trouble, one can seek the assistance of Stuart Buzer, but the safety of Jennie and her associates is a cause of concern for Bidegla. On his own, he can protect them at any time, but if he's not around, someone else will need to take over. This young man is capable of handling such a task.

However, Bidegla is unwilling to let him go just like that. No matter what, in his eyes, this young man is a guilty person. Therefore, Bidegla directly and coldly stated, "If you want me to let you go, it's possible, but you'll have to chop off one of your own hands first."

Bidegla's words were extremely harsh, causing Niko Haimes to continuously furrow his brow. But upon hearing Bidegla's words, the young man didn't hesitate at all. He picked up a knife and swung it towards his left arm.

In just the blink of an eye, the young man forcibly severed his left hand, causing blood to spurt out quite a distance. His face turned extremely pale at that moment, but with Bidegla present, he didn't dare to utter a single cry of pain, enduring it all.

"Is that enough?" the young man spoke, gritting his teeth tightly.

"It's enough," Bidegla nodded, then said, "Pick up your own hand and reattach it."

"Thank you," the young man nodded, then picked up his severed limb from the ground and walked away. He knew he had managed to save his own life.

Even though severing his own hand caused him excruciating pain, he was willing to lose even two hands when compared to his life.

"Just a moment," as the young man was about to step out of the door, Bidegla called out to him, saying, "Young man, I can see that you have a ruthless character. I have a job here. If you want to join me, I can introduce this job to you. Ten days from now, I'll be waiting for you here."

Having said that, Bidegla walked out of the courtyard with his uncle.

"Join you?" Watching Bidegla's departing figure, the young man's face revealed a bewildered expression. He had been terrified of Bidegla before, but now, he was hesitating.

No one wants to remain a small-time thug forever. Who doesn't want to rise to prominence? Although Bidegla may appear young on the surface, based on his methods alone, the young man could surmise that Bidegla's strength was beyond his imagination.

However, this matter was of great significance. He was in excruciating pain at the moment and had no leisure to think about it. He grabbed his severed arm and dashed off to the hospital.

Here, everything had been understood. Bidegla had taken his revenge, and even though he hadn't received a penny in compensation, he didn't care. All he was concerned about was vengeance; he hadn't even thought about the money.

"Uncle, I'm going back to the hospital now. You should go back and rest," Bidegla said, prompting Niko Haimes to shake his head and say, "Do you think after seeing so much blood today, I can sleep peacefully?"

At this point, Niko Haimes' face was already filled with a wry smile. If he went to sleep now, not having nightmares would be the strange thing.

"Alright, then come with me to the hospital to check on them. It's been a while; they might have woken up by now," Bidegla said, then discarded his blood-stained jacket, wearing only a white shirt as he hailed a cab on the side of the road.

"Hello, is this the secretary?..." Bidegla and his associates had all left the area, but after they had all departed, the old man who Bidegla had let go sneaked back and dialed the county secretary's number.

In the hospital, Bidegla's parents have indeed regained consciousness. They are still very weak, but upon seeing Bidegla, both of them displayed expressions of contentment. It has been over a year since they last saw their son, so seeing him now, both of them, even in their physical pain, managed to muster a smile.