Blood Eagle Gang's Luo Heng

"Damn it! You bunch of living ghosts, you're cooking shit in the house again!"

"It stinks to hell, cough, cough, damn it!"

"Du, get your ass out here. Do you really think this trick will work every time?"

The incessant chatter came from the same person.

Ning Caize and the others' faces changed drastically, while Wei Ming seemed confused.

Seeing this, Ning Caize suppressed his expression and quickly explained it to him.

Thus, he understood why everyone tacitly allowed Du En to cook Strange Owls in the yard, causing a strange smell to constantly permeate the area inside and out.

It wasn't just because Du En was the leader, but also because they wanted to use this foul, fishy smell to block out those scummy lowlifes as much as possible.

Outside the courtyard gate at this moment, blocked by the stench and only grumbling, was the main target of their obstruction – a gang that banded together in this area, bullying the weak, snatching Spirit Stones, and acting like tyrants, calling it protection fees. They were the Blood Eagle Gang.

The low-level Qi Refining Stage cultivators living in the shantytown outside the city often banded together for warmth and to overcome hardships, forming groups of various sizes.

The corpse handlers, for example, were a small group, and Du En was now their default leader.

And now, the scummy lowlifes from the Blood Eagle Gang had finally made up their minds to collect the "overdue" protection fees from the corpse handlers.

"No need to rush, let's go take a look."

Du En, who had finished his dinner at a leisurely pace, spoke with calm and steady words, which made everyone unconsciously calm down.

He stood up and walked outside, and the others followed suit, arriving together outside the courtyard gate.

In the darkness, Luo Heng, who was covering his mouth and nose with eyes wide open like copper bells, immediately got up and approached. He moved like a bloodthirsty beast, emerging from the darkness.

"Du, you stinking brat, you're finally out for Grandpa!"

"Hurry up and hand over this month's and last month's protection fees, Grandpa!"

Luo Heng came on aggressively, his burly physique and meaty face, he deliberately channeled the Magic Power he had cultivated for years, exuding a bloodthirsty and oppressive aura.

He had actually killed people before!

The entire Blood Eagle Gang was full of scoundrels. Among the private gangs in the shantytown outside the city, they were considered the most vicious, causing a lot of extra work for Du En and his group.

Therefore, at this moment, Luo Heng's killing intent and aura pressed down, instantly making the corpse handlers' legs go weak, as if they had fallen into an ice cave, filled with fear.

Faced with such intimidation, Du En remained calm and spoke directly: "If you dare to make a move, then come on, kill us all."

Huh?

No, Boss Du, we might not have money, but we can't just give up our lives!

Wei Ming and the others were stunned.

Luo Heng, who was about to escalate, also froze and stopped.

What was this? Had they buried too many corpses that they were no longer afraid of death?

Just then, Du En calmly spoke again: "However, there's one thing I need to remind you."

"W-what?"

"Although the management treats everyone equally and doesn't care about our lives, someone has to do the job of burying bodies. So, if you kill us all, see if you won't have to take our place?"

Hiss!

Luo Heng couldn't help but gasp, and because he inhaled too deeply, he choked on the accumulated stench from the boiled Strange Owls. He coughed violently and only stabilized after a long while, his imposing aura completely gone.

"You! You!"

"That's right! No money, but we won't give up our lives!"

At this moment, the other corpse handlers understood the crucial point. With Du En leading them, they had already broken the opponent's momentum. They became invigorated and spoke in unison.

It was a genuine expression of their feelings.

After all, they worked themselves to death, were treated with disdain, and faced many dangers and accidents, only to have even this meager wage snatched away?

Dream on!

"Fine! Fine! Fine! Hiss, hiss… I, I'll give you another ten days. If I still haven't seen any Spirit Stones by then, I'll kill you all, even if I have to take over the job of burying bodies!"

Facing Du En's calm and fearless demeanor, Luo Heng, who didn't want to be buried with them, finally chose to retreat. However, he gritted his teeth and set a final deadline.

Because he, a cultivator at the Early Qi Refining stage, was just a small fry. When the higher-ups counted heads, they couldn't tolerate any vacancies.

Originally, the corpse handlers weren't a big problem. As marginalized people, they were easy to bully. But then Du En appeared, like a rock in a latrine – stinking and hard. He even cooked rotten corpses and Strange Owls all day and slowly became the leader.

So, after being rebuffed last month and failing to collect the protection fees, he had to use his own Spirit Stones to cover the shortfall.

He couldn't afford to do that again this month, or it would be a bottomless pit!

Luo Heng vowed inwardly, said nothing more, flicked his sleeve, and left resentfully.

Watching his retreating back, Du En's eyelids drooped slightly.

It seemed he needed to deal with this trouble first and divert the Blood Eagle Gang's attention to have some peace for a while.

Therefore, the plan needed to change.

Silently, he had quickly made adjustments.

Then.

Looking at Luo Heng, who had already walked far away, the grave diggers exhaled, and immediately became worried.

"Sigh~ It seems we can't avoid this after all. Cough, cough, cough, Du En, why don't we gather the Spirit Stones and hand them over?"

Ning Caize was the first to speak such disheartening words.

The others immediately wanted to speak but stopped, still unwilling.

Especially Wei Ming, a newborn calf should be fearless.

However, they had already encountered an accident during the day, followed by the killing intent emanating from Luo Heng just now, and the powerful aura of Magic Power he displayed, which was much deeper than their own group.

Therefore, he couldn't be fearless at all right now.

In the end, they did not object, nor did they agree, but merely looked at Du En.

Du En remained calm and collected, his eyes unchanged: "Don't worry too much about that blustering fellow. He won't trade his current relatively easy job for our lowly grave-digging work."

"So, even though he's acting like he's throwing away his principles, at most he'll choose to pick us off one by one, waiting for us to be alone and trying to squeeze us bit by bit."

"Therefore, there's no need to worry too much. After all, he also has his own work. We just need to be careful not to be alone during our free time in the morning and evening."

Du En's frankness at this moment did not make them relax at all.

Ning Caize said with a bitter smile: "Won't we be constantly living in fear? Besides, we still have miscellaneous tasks like buying daily necessities. We can't all stick together all day, can we? If we do that, the others, they, sigh~"

As he spoke, thinking of the strange prejudice others had towards them, he couldn't help but sigh, feeling that doing so would only make their situation worse.

"Look on the bright side, as long as we stick together, perhaps those guys who maliciously inflated prices because of our grave-digging work will also mend their ways a little?"

Du En said this as a question.

This was because, besides the trading posts set up by the border town itself, the places to buy daily necessities were scattered stalls backed by medium to large gangs, who had the surplus capacity to offer various goods for sale.

Who would fear a small group of six grave diggers?

Ning Caize knew this well and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

However, looking at the others again, their panic and apprehension had actually begun to subside.

The reason was simple: Du En was their backbone. As long as he remained calm and composed, they would gradually stabilize.

Thus, Ning Caize no longer spoke words of despair.