The end of the world: Copying global supplies at the beginning (MTL)

Chapter 67 Whose general is this!

　　"Xiao Cao, your dad and I are old friends. As long as you let me pass, I will give you supplies!"

　　Wang Zhouyu was still lucky and thought there was still room for negotiation with Cao Ben.

　　But in Cao Ben's view, the hatred between him and Wang Zhouyu can be said to be irreconcilable!

　　That painful memory was still deeply engraved in his mind.

　　His father was originally a miner working under Wang Zhouyu.

　　I have been doing this for more than ten years, but I didn't expect that I would eventually get pneumoconiosis.

　　For people suffering from this disease, money is life.

　　He was originally a college graduate and could have had a relatively decent job.

　　But since his father got the disease, he had no choice but to say goodbye to this kind of life.

　　In addition to spending a lot of time taking care of his father every day, he spends almost all the rest of his time delivering food to make money.

　　In addition to a large amount of medical expenses, his father also needs to rely on oxygen to survive.

　　A tank of oxygen costs one to two hundred yuan and is used up in two or three days. Such a financial burden undoubtedly makes his already poor family even worse.

　　Despite the difficulties, Cao Ben still tried his best to find ways to make more money.

　　He and his father also approached Wang Zhouyu and asked him to pay compensation for work-related injuries.

　　But Wang Zhouyu not only refused to pay compensation, but his attitude was extremely arrogant and refused to pay compensation on the grounds that there was no evidence.

　　When Cao Ben went to see Wang Zhouyu again, Wang Zhouyu even started beating people with his hands.

　　In desperation, he could only rely on his own efforts to make money while thinking of ways to deal with Wang Zhouyu.

　　But no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't save his father's life in the end.

　　From that moment on, he vowed to find an opportunity to kill Wang Zhouyu!

　　At this moment, it was like a deliberate arrangement of fate that he met Wang Zhouyu here.

　　Cao Ben's hand holding the sword at this moment was very hard!

　　"Xiao Cao! I'm sorry about your dad, but there's nothing I can do about it!"

　　Seeing that Cao Ben didn't speak, Wang Zhouyu knew he was angry.

　　So he immediately prepared to find an excuse for himself:

　　"When he chose to do this business, he was destined to have a short life. No wonder I..."

　　"Pfft!"

　　Cao Ben took a step forward and waved his long sword.

　　The sword's edge reflected a cold light under the moonlight.

　　Then a stream of blood spurted out from Wang Zhouyu's throat.

　　Seal the throat with one sword!

　　Wang Zhouyu stared hard, his pupils shrinking violently!

　　He desperately clutched his throat, trying to stop the gushing blood.