Making a Move

A drab figure disappeared beneath the newly risen night sky.

After learning the general situation from Liu Qixiang, Du En paid him no mind. Liu Qixiang, as if granted a great pardon, didn't dare to linger and fled in a sorry state.

When someone would even use a cart like that, who knew what else they might do?

Too troublesome to deal with, too troublesome to deal with!

Although the neighbors were cursing internally, no one dared to poke their heads out at this moment to sternly question or scold about this matter!

It was unexpectedly intimidating.

However, what Du En was concerned about now was the Green Robe Gang's affairs.

This gang, having swallowed the territories of the Blood Eagle Gang and the Iron Hand Gang and absorbed their former members, had become the sole bully in the area, a group that was now vastly different from before. Yet, at this moment, they appeared exceptionally terrified and uneasy.

The reason they sent people to urgently collect protection fees was not to vet or test the newly surrendered members, but much more simply, because the Gang Leader had ordered them to extort as many Spirit Stones as possible!

"They probably want to acquire some powerful defensive measures, or perhaps offer them to the Steward, or maybe enlist some Foremen as helpers. In any case, they're trying to save their own lives, so they don't end up on the same path as the previous two gang leaders..."

"But if they were really that scared, why would they have acted so decisively?"

Regardless, the wool comes from the sheep, and in the end, it's the vast majority of the lower class who suffer.

What a trembling bully might do was plain to see, no need to think further!

As for the Corpse Burier, they scared off Liu Qixiang today, but they might not be able to scare off the Hall Masters tomorrow, and the day after, they might even attract the nervous Green Robe Gang Leader...

"The possibility of the latter is low. After all, that guy seems terrified right now and is unlikely to go running around over trivial matters."

These individuals, who only bully those weaker than them, are not the most critical threat.

The Evil Cultivators lurking in the shadows are the true hidden danger!

But looking at the current situation, it's clear that the Stewards are doing absolutely nothing!

"If that's the case... it seems I'll have to take some risks..."

Du En pondered, a plan forming in his mind.

Thus, after finishing his usual daily tasks and as time reached deep into the night, when everyone had fallen asleep, he began to quietly put his plan into motion.

The night was deep and serene.

The residence of a Green Robe Gang Hall Master.

Although the title of Hall Master sounded quite impressive, in reality, it was just a slightly better-off member of the lower class, who still had to work hard during the day.

Not to mention the great shock they had received from the events of last night, one of them now sat on a chair at home, utterly exhausted, his eyes bloodshot.

Seeing his subordinate, a gang member, reporting on the progress of collecting protection fees, he finally couldn't help but roar in anger: "Trash! A bunch of trash! You can't even collect a few Spirit Stones, what use are you to me!"

His anger was genuine.

It wasn't loyalty to his new master, but fear that he, who previously belonged to the Blood Eagle Gang, would also be targeted. Therefore, he needed to prove himself to earn the promises made by his new master.

The Green Robe Gang Leader, in order for the newly surrendered members to work diligently, had directly promised them defensive and life-saving methods if they collected enough Spirit Stones.

Whether it was true or not, they now clung to it like a drowning person grasping at straw, naturally doing their utmost, for they were truly terrified!

"Sir, Hall Master, there's nothing we can do! These peasants are all incredibly poor, there's no more oil to squeeze out!"

Even with their myriad methods and the harm they had inflicted on others in the past, a clever cook cannot make a meal without rice. If there are no Spirit Stones, there are no Spirit Stones. No matter how much they squeezed or persecuted, those pitiable people couldn't produce any new Spirit Stones!

"You dare to make excuses!"

BANG!

He smashed a teacup, shards scattering and cutting the face of the subordinate who had just spoken.

He immediately kowtowed and knelt, trembling all over, but didn't dare to say anything more.

Because the facts were the facts, no matter what, it was still the same.

The Hall Master was furious, and also somewhat regretful.

Why couldn't they squeeze out any more profit?

It was because they had squeezed too hard before!

Now, they had brought it upon themselves!

As the Hall Master thought this, he remained unwilling, his eyes beginning to turn cruel.

There must be someone else hiding their remaining wealth, as long as...

There was no "as long as," because, in the eyes of his subordinate, a hand suddenly emerged from the shadows behind them and crushed their Hall Master's head.

SQUELCH~

Blood splattered everywhere, and everyone was horrified.

"Ah!"

"The Hall Master is dead!"

"They're all dead, all dead!"

Amidst the screams, they scattered and fled, some wetting their pants, completely terrified.

A moment later.

On the other side.

The location of another Hall Master.

This was originally a Hall Master of the Iron Hand Gang, and he was now personally leading the charge, extorting and oppressing in the dead of night.

He couldn't extort anything through normal means anymore.

This was a desperate measure, a shot in the dark. If he heard of anyone who might still have Spirit Stones, he would come directly for them. Even if they didn't have Spirit Stones, killing someone to vent his anxiety and frustration was also acceptable.

He kicked open a wooden hut and barged in, grinning menacingly, "Run? Where else do you think you can run?"

In his eyes, a young man and woman were retreating from the window.

This was because the outside of the window was already surrounded by people, all subordinates of this Hall Master.

"Hand over the Spirit Stones obediently!" the Hall Master said greedily and urgently. He paused, then looked at the woman with a lewd grin, "And this little lady is quite nice. The Master is feeling all fired up right now and needs to vent!"

"Hahaha!"

"The Hall Master truly has refined tastes!"

"Little lady, you'd better just give in!"

His subordinates clamored, laughing wildly, their eyes also burning with lust.

If the Hall Master had his fill and this woman was still alive, they could have their fun too.

They had been trembling with fear all day and needed to vent.

Seeing themselves in such a predicament, the man and woman's faces turned pale, their eyes filled with despair. They retreated step by step, pushed into a corner with no possibility of escape.

The Hall Master's mouth gaped open, and a dirty hand reached out, making the man want to fight to the death and the woman want to destroy her own cultivation and commit suicide.

Just then, the wall suddenly shattered, and another hand emerged, grabbing the Hall Master's arm in his astonishment.

An immense force struck him, making him feel as if he had been hit by a giant mountain boulder. He was unable to resist and was pulled, crashing into the wall.

With a shattering sound, he was pulled out like a carrot from the ground.

As soon as he opened his mouth to say something, he was already channeling his Magic Power, intending to counterattack.

But a fist silenced him and shattered his Magic Power.

Another headshot!

Seeing their Hall Master, who had been so arrogant moments ago, killed so easily, the gang members were instantly doused with ice water. They lost all composure, their bowels loosened, and the pent-up fear erupted. They screamed and cried, fleeing in all directions.

Du En, completely clad in black and masked, had no time to bother with these small fry.

He continued his actions, continuing to kill, specifically targeting Hall Masters!

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