When Ma Lunjie, the boss of the talisman sellers, arrived with his men, he saw the crowd gathered around Qi Jinguang. The sight seared his heart like a red-hot iron, and his eyes turned bloodshot.
The Tiger Talismans were one of the biggest businesses in the entire mining zone. The profits from Five-colored Stones were astonishing, but the real money was in talismans!
Every miner spent a third of his daily income on a talisman.
At least three-quarters of the Changchun Association's investment in buying Five-colored Stones was recouped through talisman sales.
Yes, three-quarters. After all, a miner couldn't dig up Five-colored Stones every day, but every day he had to buy at least one talisman.
The remaining quarter came from reselling supplies.
So whatever the Changchun Association spent on Five-colored Stones eventually rolled right back into its pockets. The actual cost was laughably low.
And now someone dared to take a bite out of that pie? For free, no less?!
This wasn't just stealing their business. It was striking at their very roots.
"Fuck you!" Ma Lunjie spat the vicious curse through clenched teeth, his voice warped by sheer fury and terror.
"Everyone, get him! Kill him!" Ma Lunjie wasted no time on talk, much less on the niceties of Paving the Way.
In the mining zone, especially when core interests were involved, the only things that spoke for you were fists and blades! He whipped a hand forward, and the dozens of thugs behind him, already poised to strike, rushed in like hyenas catching the scent of blood, howling as they brandished their weapons.
The light of Cursed Objects burst across the icy snow!
Chains wrapped in foul black mist swept toward Qi Jinguang with a pungent, bloody gust.
Claws of bone flickering with ghostly green flames appeared