Thinking of this, Lu Ziyu felt compassion for a moment. I guess these guys were just soldiers and mercenaries invited by Charlie, not for Charlie, but for money.

"Are you taking drugs?" Turning his head, Lu Ziyu asked to a group of prisoners squatting on the ground.

Everyone was slightly surprised. After the scene just now, these black men could see that even if they were not smart, the young man was the leader of the group. His words were like imperial edicts, and no one dared to refute them at all. So, what does his question mean now?

"We don't take drugs, we only smoke!" said a big black man after thinking for a moment.

Lu Ziyu smiled, walked over and said, "What's your name? I'll ask you a few words, would you be willing to answer me honestly?"

The big black man was stunned for a moment, but he didn't recover. He pondered for a moment, and said in a muffled voice, "My name is Boles, I'm an African. If you want to ask, ask quickly."

Looking at Boles, how could Lu Ziyu's eyes that could see through people's minds not knowing what Boers was thinking? Maybe he was afraid that he would take their lives.

"I killed your master, which made you lose your job and might even be strangled by the local government. Do you hate me?" Lu Ziyu asked.

Faced with this question, Boles was completely depressed, and the answer was that it was very likely that he would anger this guy and then smash his head with one shot. Now there is only another answer.

"No, we don't hate you." Boles said with both hands.

It’s a pity that the light shining in Boles’ eyes deceived his heart. How could Lu Ziyu not understand? He shook his head slightly, and Lu Ziyu continued,

"No, you hate me. It's just that you don't dare to tell the truth." After a pause, Lu Ziyu stood up and said, "As the saying goes, 'Where will you attach to the skin without hair'? Although you have never heard of this sentence, you should be able to understand the meaning of it. I killed Charlie, and although I did not take your life, it will be very difficult for you to have no source of life in the future. So, you must hate me!"

"The reason why I don't hate me is just because I'm afraid that I will go back on my word and kill you, right?" Lu Ziyu stared at Boles' eyes, his eyes sharp, as if he was about to penetrate the mind!

Boles looked shocked, but he didn't expect that all his mental thoughts were taken by the young man from the cotton company to see it clearly. Oh my God, who is he? Can he read minds? This is such a magical young boy!

"Yes!" Boers, who was covered in cold sweat, finally nodded, feeling as if he was ready to die. He closed his eyes and waited for Lu Ziyu to take a knife, which resulted in his own life. "You are right, we hate you in our hearts! You have caused us to lose our jobs. How could we not hate you?"

In the end, Boles not only lost the feeling of fear in his heart, but his courage gradually grew, as if he had put his life and death aside, and he didn't care at all.

Unexpectedly, Lu Ziyu actually laughed. "Well, I don't have any special hobbies, but I just like to tell the truth! Hate is hatred, there is nothing to pretend to be. I really appreciate you, kid."

"Tell me, what kind of treatment Charlie gave you before? How much salary is a year? Is there any additional subsidy?" He patted Boles on the shoulder, and Lu Ziyu's expression looked approachable. It was completely different from the appearance of the God of Killing that appeared before. It made Boles feel a little illusion.

However, this illusion lasted only for a moment. Boles had already made up his mind, wasn’t it just a death? In fact, when he embarked on the path of mercenaries, he did not expect to escape without hesitation. In fact, as long as he carried this gun and embarked on this path, no one would guarantee that he would be able to survive!

Didn’t Charlie die in Lu Ziyu’s hands? Thinking of this, Boles felt relieved.

"We are all mercenaries, and we all come from the same place - the Democratic Republic of the Congo. Because our hometown is so poor, we can only choose to work hard for others. After a short period of training, we all picked up our guns and started working hard for Charlie."

"Charlie is pretty good to us. His annual salary is 100,000 US dollars, mine is a little higher, 110,000 US dollars. In this way, it will be enough for our relatives to eat and drink for many years. And if they die unfortunately, there will be a pension of 50,000." Speaking of Charlie's salary, it seems that Boles is still very grateful, with a look of pride.

"Stingy!" Lu Ziyu cursed, "A boss like this is quite generous? You just sold yourself at a low price. It's only a 100,000 US dollars a year. Look, I'm really a child in the mountains who has never seen the world! You don't even ask, Charlie has to make at least tens of billions a year, or US dollars. So I'll give you that little money?"

Faced with Lu Ziyu's criticism, Boles's face became even darker. He was stunned on the spot for a while, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

Lu Ziyu was planning to take some medicine to pull Boles back, and treat it as the Canglang Gang’s peripheral guards, with good strength. The Canglang Gang is still small and has weak strength and needs to be strengthened from all aspects. Don’t you have to deal with many of the gang’s affairs yourself?

Although he is the boss of the Canglang Gang, Lu Ziyu really doesn't feel that he has much worry. No matter what he does, he has to ask if he doesn't deal with all kinds of things himself. However, Lu Ziyu himself is not interested in things like power and interests, but reality cannot tolerate himself doing things.

"Is it very little for a hundred thousand US dollars?" Boers looked puzzled.

When Lu Ziyu heard this, he nodded and said heartlessly, "Is it not too much? My son's New Year's money is more than a little bit, do you think it is not too little?"

"But now, you have lost all the 100,000 US dollars..." Boles lowered his head, his face dull.

"Uh." Lu Ziyu was stunned. He planned to play this big black man like a monkey at the beginning, but he didn't expect that when this guy was still in a bright mind, "This is the same."

"Let's do this, discuss with your brothers. Let's just mess with me in the future. Anyway, Charlie is dead, and you can't get out of the country illegally. So I guess you can't get out. Just follow me. If you have nothing to do in the future, you'll just mess with me. What do you think?"

Boles was a little puzzled, "Can this... work?"

Seeing Boles' hesitation, Lu Ziyu didn't force him and said, "Hey, this is your business. Anyway, your brothers are all here. You can discuss it with your brothers. If you don't hang out with me, I will follow my promise and not hurt your lives, but you may just sleep for a while."

Faced with Lu Ziyu's promise, Boles felt much more at ease. Although he had dealt with this young man, Boles felt that this man should be reliable. There was no other reason, it was just a feeling.

After a while, Boles turned his head and asked,

"Then how much are you going to give us? By the way, we don't know your name yet?"

"Lu Ziyu!" Lu Ziyu smiled, "You mercenaries may have heard of it. I think I should still be very famous."

"Your annual salary, this is how I just need to double it. There is no more, but this may be guaranteed! What do you think?"

Boles stood there, "You are Lu Ziyu?"

"Yes, I am Lu Ziyu! I'm a fake one." Lu Ziyu said with a smile.

"A yearly salary of $200,000?" Boles continued to ask, his face full of incredible feelings.

"Yes, I'll keep my word with one spit! When I walk around the world, my reputation is so good that I dare to hang out with me?" Lu Ziyu boasted.

"Okay!" Boers looked firm. "I'll say you were Lu Ziyu earlier, so you don't need 200,000 US dollars. I'll do it even if you have 50,000 US dollars!" Boers laughed twice.
Chapter completed!