"Mm, this White Turban Warrior's Talismans are pretty good. Its stats aren't low, and its Intelligence is high too. It should be quite useful. After fusing with the original body's blood, it can even gain 20% Aoneng resistance and 80% magic resistance—looks like Path Fusion is quite decent after all."
Li Aoz nodded in satisfaction.
"But the original body should be an Overlord Class, so why does the Craft Path talent have four times the bonus?"
It was not a major issue. Li Aoz gave some orders, having the White Turban Warriors clean up the premises, straighten out the floors, and take over the gang's former businesses.
Normally, he could have just dumped this sort of work on the players.
Sigh, another who-knew-what-number day without players. He missed them.
Li Aoz sighed sentimentally.
If only he had a Caramel Snail around, he would not have had to work this hard.
"Unfortunately, that happened to Caramel Snail. All I can say is, I hope he finds his own fortune."
After instructing the warriors to go about their respective tasks, Li Aoz took Fettis to the next stronghold.
Four hours later.
Li Aoz brushed the dust from an exquisite red cushioned chair, turned, and sat down. Looking at the rows of former gang leaders below the stage, their faces frosty and not daring to make a sound, he smiled.
"From today onward, I'll be the one calling the shots in the entire Dragon Island underworld. There's no need for everyone to panic. I'm a kind and easygoing person, and I won't force anyone to do things they dislike. From now on, we'll turn over a new leaf and do some legitimate business. Of course, we're civilized people. Whatever we do, we have to ask for everyone's opinion."
With that, he swept