District Chief, Buddhist Dharma?

"Isn't this guy an idiot?"

The two Scavengers exchanged strange looks.

Where had this brain-dead fool come from, standing at their doorstep and sighing to himself?

No, he looked somewhat familiar. Wasn't he Jin Sancheng from Chengen Street?

Had he gone crazy?

The next second, Wang Ye abruptly appeared before them. "Have you killed anyone?"

"Huh?"

"What nonsense? Which Scavenger hasn't killed someone?"

"Jin Sancheng, are you insane?"

"This is the District Chief's residence. Get lost, or we'll kill you!"

The two said impatiently.

Though they were weaker than Jin Sancheng, they were the District Chief's men and still had the right to look down on him.

"Oh."

"Then that's good."

Wang Ye nodded.

He had figured it out. These Scavengers had blood on their hands; there was no need to reason with desperadoes.

As his words fell, a stick appeared in Wang Ye's hand.

It resembled a baseball bat. He had forgotten where in the Wasteland he had picked it up. It contained a trace of energy, so he had kept it.

He struck each of them once on the head, then carried the stick and stepped over their bodies.

Then—

He kicked the door.

The gate instantly exploded into fragments.

"Today, I, Jin Sancheng, announce on behalf of the Heavenly Gold Guard that the Eastern District belongs to us."

"Who agrees? Who objects?"

Wang Ye rested the stick on his shoulder and spoke lazily.

Since he was unsuited to being an undercover agent, perhaps it would be better to settle this in the way he was good at.

He had always thought of himself as a civilized person who ought to use the schemes reserved for old foxes.

But—

This was still more satisfying.

He would fight them house by house until the entire city was thrown into