The next day, it was dawn.
Alliance All three hundred and twenty-seven Beast Tamer were summoned to General Headquarters Square.
No one dares to be late. The news that Logistics Director was punished last night has spread throughout the Alliance. Being late at this time is courting death.
The four heads Martial Saint Exotic Beast were arranged in the four corners, and the pressure spread out invisibly. The outermost low-level Beast Tamer was pressed together by four layers of pressure, and his breathing became heavy.
Lin Feng is standing on the high platform.
The murderous aura left in Fang of Calamity is enough to make the people in the front row shrink their heads.
Logistics Director Zhao Deshan was tied up and kneeling under the high platform.
His mouth was not blocked. This was Lin Feng's special order.
"Brothers!" Zhao Deshan shouted at the top of his lungs as soon as he saw more than three hundred people surrounding him. "Old Zhao I have been at the Alliance for thirty years. Five years! I started working hard from Martial Disciple, and climbed up to Logistics Director step by step! I am loyal to the Alliance! Why should a foreign boy be arrested at his request?"
He turned around and scanned the crowd, looking specifically at the old faces who had taken advantage of him.
"Think about it, he has only been here a few days? He just killed this one and that one, treating Alliance as his own private property! If Old Alliance Leader is still here, can he tolerate such an arbitrary thing?"
There were several senior Beast Tamer in the crowd who started whispering among themselves.
Zhao Deshan's eyes turned quickly.
He has been running Alliance for thirty-five years, and this is when things like connections are used.
Sure enough, someone came forward.
A man in his forties, Martial King, stood up with his arms folded.
"Uncle Zhao makes sense. It would be too hasty to start cleaning the new Alliance Leader three days after he arrived. Alliance is not his own home, and he will clean it up as soon as a thirty-year-old man says it?"
Another one stood up. Martial King 4th paragraph, unshaven.
"Yes! Let me be fair. Old Zhao has worked hard for the Alliance for half his life. Even if there are discrepancies in the accounts, he won't be tied up in public, right? Is this the attitude he should have towards the Alliance's hero?"
Four or five more people stood up here and there.
They are all old fritters who are close to Zhao Deshan.
Lin Feng stood on the high platform, listening without saying a word, and had silently noted a few people in his mind.
Gongsun Yuan was standing next to him with a pale face and was about to speak.
Lin Feng Put your hand on the handle of the knife.
The words Gongsun Yuan are stuck.
Zhao Deshan saw someone supporting him, and became more courageous. He raised his neck and shouted towards the high platform.
"Boy! Let's follow Alliance's old rules and let the elders vote! Don't do this kind of talk!"
Lin Feng finally spoke.
"Finished?"
Zhao Deshan was stunned for a moment.
"The warehouse inventory report is out." Lin Feng took out a document from his arms and raised it downwards. "A-Rank Thirty-seven spiritual materials, C-Rank Magic Core one hundred and twenty, Elixir several raw materials. The total value is 24 million."
He threw the document down and landed in front of Zhao Deshan.
"These things are in the logistics records, but not in the warehouse. You said you have worked faithfully for thirty-five years."
Lin Feng squatted down and looked level with Zhao Deshan.
"How much was stolen in thirty-five years?"
Zhao Deshan's face turned red.
"I'm not stealing! I'm just embezzling! I'll change it!"
Fang of Calamity takes out the sheath, the simplest wave.
The sword slashed across Zhao Deshan's neck.
Clean and neat.
When the head hit the ground, it bounced and rolled to the feet of those who were leading the protest.
Blood splattered on their faces.
All the noise in the square stopped at this moment.
That Martial King six-dan veteran looked down at the head at his feet. His legs were weak, but he held on without kneeling.
Lin Feng walked down the high platform and stopped for a step when passing in front of him.
"You also want to intercede for him?"
Martial King Duan 6 saw what was happening and hurriedly explained.
"No... I don't dare."
"Don't you dare? Then you just made fun of me."
Lin Feng flipped his wrist, exerted force suddenly, and another head fell to the ground.
This one was much sharper. It didn't even bounce and rolled directly into the crowd.
The two Beast Tamer next to them were so frightened that they jumped away to both sides, leaving a large open space in the middle.
Blood was splashed all over the floor.
"Alliance does not breed waste, let alone moths."
His voice was not loud, but the square was silent at this time, and more than 300 people could hear him clearly.
"From today on, Alliance promotes Merit System. It doesn't matter what your qualifications, background, or who you are related to. Kill Exotic Beast, complete tasks, and contribute resources, and all points will be converted into points."
"What can points be exchanged for? Top-level Elixir, high-level skills, forging materials, and even Martial Saint-level Exotic Beast's accompanying spiritual materials can all be exchanged."
Someone in the crowd took a breath of cold air.
"If you do well, you will be successful; if you do poorly, go farm."
He scanned the whole place.
"Whoever thinks that with their seniority they can just hang around and wait to die? Look at that head on the ground."
Three hundred and twenty-seven Beast Tamer all bowed their heads.
It was quiet for a full thirty seconds.
No one dared to speak out anymore.
Lin Feng put Fang of Calamity back behind his back, turned around and walked towards the Inner Hall.
Iron Eagle trotted after him, keeping his voice very low.
"Alliance Leader, it's good that the rules are established. But now the Alliance resource base is really close to bottoming out. What can I give them in exchange for it?"
Lin Feng didn't stop.
"Follow me."
"Where to go?"
Lin Feng turned a corner and walked towards the back mountain of General Headquarters.
"Forge and Elixir Workshop."
He patted Storage Ring.
"I have two pieces of S-Rank forging materials, five pieces of S-Rank Body Tempering Pill, ten pieces of A-Rank Body Tempering Pill, as well as more than a hundred bottles of Elixir and dozens of scrolls of practice bamboo slips taken from Rift Ancient Ruins."
Iron Eagle's steps stopped.
"These things are enough for the Alliance to turn around for half a year, but what happens after half a year?" Lin Feng looked back at him. "So we have to fill up the production capacity of Forge and Elixir Workshop. Third-Grade Alchemist, the semi-retired person, call me back. If you don't want to come back, just pay double the price."
Iron Eagle's mind is still spinning.
"Alliance Leader, I'll talk to the alchemist, but Forge's production capacity is short of ore."
Lin Feng took two steps forward and opened the door of Forge.
Only three of the dozen stoves inside are burning.
"One and a half pieces of Ore Vein that were eaten by the Chen Family, I'm going to get them back."
Iron Eagle swallowed.
"Although Alliance Leader and Chen Family are not first-class families, they have a strong foundation in Provincial Capital, and they still have the relationship of the Provincial Martial Arts Association behind them."
Lin Feng has walked to the nearest forging furnace and looked around.
"Iron Eagle."
"Here."
"Do you think I'm someone who can reason with people?"
Iron Eagle opened his mouth.
I thought about what Lin Feng has done in the past month or so.
He chopped off Zhao Tianxiong with one knife and wiped out the entire Qing Prefecture Zhao Family family. In Provincial Capital, Headquarters chopped off the heads of two Martial King with one knife. In the final of Dragon Abyss Cup, he split Gu Qingfeng in half from the middle.
Reason?
This man never makes sense.
He talks about knives.
Iron Eagle's mouth is closed.
Lin Feng patted the dust on his hands.
"Leave tomorrow, go to the Chen Family first."