The news of Luo Lan barging into Stronghold 114 and killing Qing Huan on the spot was not widely spread.
Not only did an official in the stronghold issue a confidentiality order, but he also restricted all those who knew about the incident to Qing Huan's official residence and made everyone sign a confidentiality agreement.
This official was actually well aware of the situation in the Kyung Clan. Now that he saw Luo Lan kill Qing Huan without hesitation, he knew the real purge was coming.
Therefore, Luo Lan must have other people he wanted to kill.
If the people Luo Lan wanted to kill ran away after hearing some news from Stronghold 114, the officials in Stronghold 114 who were present would probably be in trouble.
However, this official actually saw this as an opportunity. Actually, Luo Lan did not really need any confidentiality measures. But if someone told Luo Lan about his efforts in the future, even if he did not rise to the top, his status would probably be stabilized.
Over the next three days, Luo Lan led the Kyung Clan's Special Forces to three strongholds in a row and killed hundreds of people.
At this time, news of Luo Lan wiping out the opposing factions within the Kyung Clan could no longer be kept under wraps.
Some people thought that such a ruthless approach would definitely cause the opposing factions to retaliate, right?
People were always eager for the world to be in chaos. As long as this matter had nothing to do with them, it would not matter even if it escalated to the heavens. Therefore, many people were looking forward to a good show.
However, the development of the matter disappointed them. No one retaliated, because those who could had already been killed by Luo Lan's ruthless methods.
It was only at this time that many people finally realized the reason the opposing factions could survive in the past was because Luo Lan allowed them to live.
The list of people who needed to be wiped out seemed to have been engraved in Luo Lan's mind a long time ago. Over the past three days, everyone had been rushing and killing non-stop. Fatty Luo had even thought of a route beforehand.
Which stronghold to go to first, which stronghold to go to next, and how to arrange for intelligence personnel to keep an eye on them were all part of the plan.
After three days, not only did Luo Lan not feel tired, but he even seemed to be more energetic than before.
Zhou Qi suddenly felt that this kind of person was born to kill and commit arson.
If you want him to live a peaceful life, he will lose his spirit.
The final stop was at Stronghold 89.
Luo Lan stood in the courtyard where blood flowed like a river, commanding the Special Forces to search every corner.
The owner of the house was still lying by Luo Lan's feet, gasping for breath. He clutched Luo Lan's trousers with his bloody palm. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't.
Luo Lan had a cold expression on his face. This person had secretly colluded with other Kyung Clan members who opposed Qing Zhen and tried to take control of the Kyung Clan troops near Stronghold 89.
Winner takes all, there is no need to talk about feelings.
The man panted heavily. He looked like he was about to die, but he refused to take his last breath.
At that moment, the special forces soldier said, "Sir, there are footprints on the moss beside the well in the courtyard. There should be something hidden in the well."
When he said that, the expression of the heavily injured man at his feet suddenly turned ferocious. But before he could do anything, Luo Lan shot him in the head one last time.
"Sir, there's a child hiding in the well," the commander of the Special Forces said to Luo Lan.
Luo Lan walked to the mouth of the well and looked down. He saw an eight or nine-year-old child hanging in the deep well water while pulling on the well rope.
The child's eyes were clear but terrified. He had heard all the gunshots and screams, and his arms were trembling uncontrollably from pulling on the well rope for a long time.
"Sir, let me do it," the commander of the Special Forces said. It was better for subordinates like them to do something like killing a child.
Luo Lan patted the battalion commander on the shoulder. "There's no need. Retreat."
After killing the last person on the list, Luo Lan left Stronghold 89 as though he had gotten rid of a burden on his mind, leaving behind only the corpses and bloodstains in the stronghold.
Over the past year, Luo Lan had rarely killed anyone. It was mainly because it was not his turn to do it most of the time.
Therefore, a lot of people thought Luo Lan was going to cultivate his character.
It was just like how all hooligans would want to pretend to be gentlemen after they gained power.
But it was only now that everyone realized Luo Lan was still the same Luo Lan. He had never changed.
On the way back to Stronghold 111, the convoy escorted by the armored vehicles and Shan Qing looked extremely spectacular.
The khaki-colored armored vehicles looked like roaring beasts as they drove on the road.
In the off-road vehicle, Luo Lan sat in the backseat and looked out the window in a daze. He suddenly said to Zhou Qi, who was next to him, "The Southwest has changed. I remember that when I went to Stronghold 88 as a hostage, there wasn't even a single decent road along the way."
"To be honest, Qing Zhen does have a knack for governing the vast Southwest." Zhou Qi said, "If it were anyone else, I'm afraid they wouldn't even be able to sort out their authority in such a short time."
"Otherwise, how could he have become the leader of the Kyung Clan?" Luo Lan chuckled.
Zhou Qi glanced at Luo Lan. "He'll be the good guy, and you'll be the bad guy. After killing them for the past three days, our hands have been stained with blood. I told you to get rid of the weeds by the roots, but you killed the old one and insisted on letting the younger one go. Won't they come to us every day to seek revenge when they grow up ten years later? "
"What's there to be afraid of?" Luo Lan sneered and said, "If someone has the guts to come to me for revenge, I'll be quite happy."
Zhou Qi muttered, "You're quite open-minded. I just don't understand. Although Qing Zhen is your younger brother, is there a need for you to take all the blame for him? Are you the Kyung Clan's shadow clone? Do you know that none of the Kyung Clan's shadows have a good ending? "
"That's my younger brother," Luo Lan said seriously.
"People change!" Zhou Qi said, "After enjoying power for several decades, he'll have to make a choice between power and you one day when you incur the wrath of the masses. What do you think he'll choose? Power is a magical thing. It can make a person give up on everything. "
Luo Lan looked out the window and said, "You know that I almost died from an illness when I was six years old, right? I remember telling you about it before."
"Mhm." Zhou Qi replied, "Why are you telling me that?"
"In order to save me that time, my father sold his piano." Luo Lan said, "You don't know how much my father loves playing the piano. It's like his life depended on it. Ever since I became sensible, I've always heard from him that his dream was to become a pianist."
Zhou Qi curled his lips. "So you're saying that you're the one who ruined your father's dream?!"
"No, he stopped dreaming a long time ago." Luo Lan said, "At that time, Qing Zhen's mother was suffering from cancer. My father had already emptied out all his savings and family assets to treat her, but he still couldn't save her in the end. There was only one piano left in the house. My father had originally planned to sell the piano and send me and Qing Zhen to the Kyung Clan's private school. It was because entering that private school would give us hope of being valued by the old men on Mt. Ginkgo in the future. "
The Kyung Clan's children had private schools. Although they didn't need to pay tuition, the fees for food, lodging, clothing, and activities were extremely expensive.
Not only did that private school teach, but it would also bring the students out to travel. Along the way, they would be escorted by retired Kyung Clan soldiers.
When Qing Zhen and Luo Lan were still young, everyone in the Kyung Clan wanted to send their children to the private school. It was because entering a private school would allow them to be noticed by the old men on Mt. Ginkgo in advance.
Moreover, the teachers in the private school were the best teachers in the territory controlled by the Kyung Clan, and the things they taught were completely different from those taught outside.
Military affairs, politics, economics, sociology, and philosophy were all well-rounded in the private school, and they would be taught firearms from a young age.
Children who came out of such private schools were indeed better than those who came out of ordinary schools.
There was a saying within the Kyung Clan that children who went to a private school were the future of the Kyung Clan, and those who didn't were wild children.
Therefore, the old man in Luo Lan's family had already made plans. His own dream of becoming a pianist was not important at all, and it didn't matter if it was gone. However, these two children had to be sent to a private school.
When it rains, it pours. The family had just spent all their savings to treat Qing Zhen's mother's illness, and now Luo Lan had fallen ill again.
There was no other way. Life was more important than anything else, so the old man could only sell his piano to save them.
There was no hope for them to go to a private school, and the old man's health had deteriorated because he often sold his blood.
Luo Lan smiled at Zhou Qi and said, "You know what the relatives in the Kyung Clan are like. In the past, they divided up the old man's factory, and when the old man came to borrow money from them, they didn't even want to meet him."
Luo Lan continued, "Actually, it's the other party's freedom to borrow money or not, but Qing Zhen's second uncle not only refused to meet him when the old man went to look for him, but he even asked someone to bring a bowl of leftovers from the yard. At that time, Qing Zhen was there, and his butler said, 'Eat it while it's hot. You won't be able to eat such good food at home.' "
"Qing Yun's father?" Zhou Qi recalled and said, "I have an impression of him. A few years ago, he suddenly died in his lover's house for some reason. Later, Qing Yun was also killed by the people arranged by Qing Zhen. I was there at the time, so are you guys taking revenge?"
Luo Lan smiled and said, "Qing Zhen's second uncle died of sudden exhaustion, and it had nothing to do with us. As for Qing Yun, he came to die of his own accord. Initially, the target of our revenge was not a single person, but the entire Kyung Clan. Of course, after growing up, everyone's mentality gradually calmed down a little. They understood that this was the nature of the world, and they had to learn to get used to it. Qing Zhen was soft-hearted in the early years, and if the old man hadn't forced him to that point, he wouldn't have made up his mind to do it. "
"You're getting a little off topic. Let's get back to the piano," Zhou Qi said.
Luo Lan recalled, "Later on, the old man became seriously ill. When he knew he was going to die, he called me to his bedside and told me, 'Originally, that piano was the future of us brothers. If I hadn't gotten sick, then Qing Zhen and I could both go to a private school, and we might even be able to enter the Kyung Clan in the future and get a position or two in the government. But I just had to get sick.' The old man said that the piano should have been half for me and Qing Zhen, but I took all the advantages, and Qing Zhen's future was ruined as well, so the old man said I had to protect my younger brother. I owed this to Qing Zhen. This was my life. "
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