Class Transfer Constable, Three Ranks Up!

"If I make a move, I'll have to kill them all."

"As for the reason afterward, I'll deal with it then. At worst, I'll become a wanted criminal on the Black List!"

Thoughts spun like lightning.

Yang Ling activated the Vajra Mingwang Technique.

In an instant, his strength reached 26!

Agility, 20!

Wu Que's movements, in his eyes, became much slower, riddled with openings everywhere!

"Collapse Mountain Fist!"

Yang Ling struck, his power surging by another 6!

His fist technique grew fiercer, his speed more ferocious.

The masked Strongmen only felt a flash before their eyes, and Yang Ling was already in front of Wu Que.

They were somewhat stunned.

Wu Que was even more shocked: "A Martial Artist!?"

This speed, this Fist Momentum...

Wu Que panicked.

Bang!

Yang Ling's fist had already landed on Wu Que's chest.

One punch left a fist imprint, sinking his chest several inches!

Pfft!

A mouthful of blood sprayed out as Wu Que flew backward.

"Wait!"

His voice was hoarse.

"Wait for your mother!"

Yang Ling closed in quickly, grabbing Wu Que's arm to force him upright.

The next moment, a storm of fists rained down wildly.

Blow after blow slammed into Wu Que's body.

Wu Que's eyes began to glaze over.

"Uncle Wang was a decent guy, and you just killed him?"

"Making me the scapegoat? You should take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror first!"

"Oh right, I killed Fifth Brother too. He was trash, and so are you."

"You... Vajra Mingwang Technique?"

Wu Que's pupils had completely scattered, but the tenacious vitality of a Martial Artist let him barely speak.

"Too late to know."

Yang Ling's gaze was indifferent as he drove his fist into Wu Que's forehead.

Crack!

The skull shattered.

Wu Que's eyes rolled back, and he went completely silent.

A massive surge of warmth flooded into Yang Ling's body.

Just like the mining a few days ago—he gained experience but showed no sign of Leveling Up.

The group of masked Strongmen felt their hair stand on end, their legs trembling.

By the time they reacted, Yang Ling had already swept over like a gale!

"Run!"

"He has the Vajra Mingwang Technique!"

Not a single Strongman chose to fight Yang Ling.

They were already scared out of their wits and didn't believe they had any chance of winning.

One by one, they turned their backs to him.

Only now, going all out, did Yang Ling realize how strong he was.

His speed, without any leg technique to boost it, was as fast as the wind.

He caught up to one Strongman and crushed the back of his skull with a punch.

Then the next.

Next one.

In less than half a minute, all the masked strongmen were dead.

Wave after wave of warmth surged into Yang Ling's body.

"They have experience too? Looks like the system judged that they posed some threat to me."

Yang Ling withdrew his technique and stood there, lost in thought.

He roughly understood why Fifth Brother had not allowed the miners to work overtime back then.

This would obviously disrupt the mine bandits' movements.

"What do I do now?"

Yang Ling looked at Xi Zhou.

Uncle Wang and the others, along with Wu Que and his men, lay scattered on the ground.

Nearly thirty corpses—if this were reality, it would be a major incident.

"I can't explain this at all now."

"Either I expose the Vajra Mingwang Technique and get hunted to death by Ku Jue Temple."

"Or I find a way to disappear, but then I'll end up on the Black List as a wanted criminal."

"I even went to the Prefectural Office to have my portrait recorded. Once I'm on the wanted list, unless I get plastic surgery, it'll be hard to stay in Zhao State."

"Damn bastards."

Yang Ling looked at Wu Que, still feeling unsatisfied.

He had been about to head to the Red Gold Mine as a Supervisor.

He'd even secured a Constable identity, maybe enough for a Class Transfer.

Then he could steadily Level Up and grow stronger.

Now all those preparations were ruined!

"Wait, maybe there's still a way."

A thought struck Yang Ling:

"The Dou Mine was fake, but only Wu Que and I knew that. Captain Lin probably doesn't know."

"So my Constable identity—I can still get it once I return to Qingshan City. Whether I can Class Transfer or not, I'll have to try to find out."

"In a few days, Mountain River Sect will send people down to audit accounts and collect ore. Then they'll find the shortfall."

"If Wu Que goes missing around that time, he'll likely be deemed a fugitive fleeing guilt."

"I asked Steward Niu earlier why he didn't rein in Fifth Brother and the others. He said he didn't want to offend Wu Que, but he must have sensed the problem. He might become a key witness."

"From what Wu Que meant, he wanted to use my identity to influence Xu Qing's acquisition of the Red Gold Mine, which means Xu Qing has an enemy within Mountain River Sect—Wu Que's backer."

"If something happens to Wu Que, it naturally benefits Xu Qing. He'll probably bury this matter."

Yang Ling thought it over and decided this plan wasn't perfect, but it could buy some time.

As long as he grew stronger during this period, this wouldn't be a big deal.

Next, he took out the Steel Pickaxe and started doing what he did best.

Digging a pit!

A large pit quickly took shape.

He first laid the innocent miners to rest.

Then he dealt with the corpses of Wu Que and the others.

"Is this... a Silver Note?"

Yang Ling found a hidden pocket on Wu Que's clothes, containing several Silver Notes.

Looking at the denominations, each was 100 taels, eight in total.

"Wu Que was out all night last night and didn't come back. Could he have gone to trade with someone? Did he just get these?"

Yang Ling's expression shifted slightly.

That introduced a problem.

There was a guy in Qingshan City who received stolen ore, and he seemed pretty familiar with Wu Que! Likely a long-term partner.