People from Crimson Fiend Hall Think They're Fit to Intercept My Caravan?

The Brocade-Robed Shopkeeper's face darkened.

"Young man, do you know who you're talking to?"

Ren opened the ledger in his hand without looking up.

"Know."

"Our chambers of Merchant Guilds have been operating in Chaotic Star City for many years, and we all have connections with the kingdom and the City Lord's Estate. You've just reopened Exchange Tower, and you're already trying to break the rules? You're just asking for trouble."

"Your rule is to collude to drive down prices?"

This is to maintain market stability.

Ren raised his eyes.

"Then why did the same Spiritual Materials fetch five times the price when sold to mercenaries?"

The Brocade-Robed Shopkeeper froze with a smile.

The surrounding mercenaries all turned to look.

Is he telling the truth?

"The healing pills I bought last time were indeed much more expensive than before."

"The pharmacies in the north of the city are currently out of stock even for ordinary Pill."

Seeing the growing murmurs around him, the Brocade-Robed Shopkeeper immediately frowned.

Stop trying to sow discord here.

He stared at Ren and said, word by word, "No one will supply Exchange Tower with goods for the next three days. I want to see how you'll open your doors then!"

After saying that, he turned and left with his men.

Lu Ping's face was somewhat pale.

"They really can do it."

"Nearby caravans all have to be mindful of their moods; if no one supplies them, the morale of those who have gathered today will quickly crumble."

Ren then placed the dozens of Spiritual Materials he had collected that day on the counter.

"They're already getting anxious before the signboard is even up."

"That means we made the right choice."

Within three days, news of the joint boycott spread Chaotic Star City.

The Chengnan caravan dared not openly trade with Exchange Tower, and several of its former subordinates began to show signs of anxiety.

Some people are worried about the supply running out.

Some worry that the Chengbei Merchant Guilds will continue to exert pressure.

Ren, however, always kept Exchange Tower's door open.

He only allowed Lu Ping to post a new acquisition list.

We only accept healing Spiritual Materials and Soul Artifact materials that are truly in short supply.

The price remains publicly available.

Don't buy or hoard goods.

We do not accept ordinary Spiritual Materials whose prices have been inflated by the Merchant Guilds.

Looking at the list, Lu Ping couldn't help but ask, "Can we really hold on like this?"

"They're hoarding goods so they can raise prices when supplies become tight."

Ren retrieved the border information from the Void Link.

Several Merchant Guilds participating in the boycott had already stockpiled medicinal herbs on a large scale.

The warehouse, quantity, purchase price, and even the time when the sale was planned were all recorded clearly.

"Deliver this information to the victimized caravans."

Don't speak up for them publicly.

Han Zhong.

"I see."

"Let them investigate themselves."

Soon, several caravans that had previously been pressured by the Merchant Guilds to lower their prices obtained the evidence.

At first, no one dared to believe it.

But when they checked the inventory in the Merchant Guilds's warehouse and compared it with the contracts in their hands, their anger finally erupted completely.

Three days later, outside a pharmacy in the north of the city.

Hundreds of adventurers were stuck in the street.

"Where are the healing pills?"

Why are there not a single one?

Wasn't it still available a few days ago?

The pharmacy clerk hid behind the counter, his face deathly pale.

A mercenary, just returned from the wilderness, carried his wounded companion and roared angrily, "You sold medicine that cost ten silver soul coins for fifty! Now we can't even buy it for fifty. What are you trying to do?"

The Brocade-Robed Shopkeeper looked down through the window upstairs, a cold smile on his face.

Let them make a scene.

"No matter how angry the adventurers are, they wouldn't dare to actually attack the Merchant Guilds."

But the next moment, carriages came from the other end of the street.

The vehicle was marked with a temporary sign for Exchange Tower.

Lu Ping and his men unloaded boxes of the inexpensive Pill.

"Healing pills, sold at the original price!"

Purchase limit per person, no hoarding allowed!

The crowd was silent at first, then erupted in deafening cheers.

"Exchange Tower has delivered the medicine!"

"Still the same price!"

"That's what doing business is all about!"

The crowd on the street instantly turned towards Exchange Tower.

The Brocade-Robed Shopkeeper upstairs, his face ashen, smashed the teacup in his hand.

"Go contact the Crimson Fiend Hall."

"Tell them to intercept the medicine convoy!"

That night.

Exchange Tower's convoy passed the stone bridge in the west of the city.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from under the bridge.

Dozens of masked Soul Master rushed out simultaneously, their blades aimed directly at the medicine box.

"Kill!"

The coachman, startled, reined in his horse.

Sasuke jumped off the car roof, his Sharingan instantly activating.

"Don't panic."

He scanned the area under the bridge and immediately spotted the positions of the ambushing Soul Master.

Several people were hiding behind the bridge piers.

Two more people were lying in ambush behind the convoy.

Sasuke raised his hand to Hand Seals.

"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!"

The blazing flames crashed down onto the bridge pier, forcing the masked man behind it to reveal himself.

Just as one of them was about to circle around to the back, Sasuke threw Kunai.

The Kunai grazed past his ear and embedded itself in the bridge pillar.

"I've seen your positions."

The masked man's expression changed drastically.

Sasuke stomped his foot, Chidori exploded in his palm.

Lightning ripped through the night.

Instead of blindly rushing into the crowd, he first cut off the assassins' escape routes.

A Soul Sect Master assassin lunged from the side, Sasuke dodged in time, and lightning pierced through the assassin's shoulder.

"Ah!"

The man screamed and fell to the ground.

The surrounding assassins all paled.

They had initially assumed the convoy only had a few ordinary guards, but they hadn't expected the boy to be so ruthless and his judgment so calm, unlike that of a teenager.

Kill him first!

The assassin leader roared.

Several Soul Master rushed towards Sasuke simultaneously.

Sasuke's eyes darted around, taking in everyone's movements.

He leaped up, stepping on the cart shaft to avoid the oncoming blade, and threw out a series of Kunai in his hand.

Jingle bells!

Blades clashed.

Several assassins' weapons were accurately deflected.

After Sasuke landed, Chidori condensed again and headed straight for the assassin leader.

The assassin leader hurriedly retreated and reached out to grab the coachman.

"Don't move! Take another step forward, and I'll kill him!"

Sasuke didn't stop.

The Kunai his hand and instantly caught on the hem of the assassin leader's clothes.

The blade was only half an inch away from the driver's throat.

The assassin leader turned pale.

He hadn't expected that Sasuke, even after rushing close, could still control his Kunai precisely that he wouldn't harm the coachman in the slightest.

"You..."

"Let him go."

Sasuke's voice was icy.

"Otherwise, the next Kunai will be stuck to your wrist."

The assassin leader gritted his teeth, about to swing his knife, when a spatial fluctuation suddenly came from behind the medicine box.

Obito stepped out of the ripples and grabbed the wrist of a Soul Sect Master assassin with one hand.

So what if you steal?

He tightened his grip.

"What kind of skill is burning medicine?"

Click!

The Soul Sect Master's wrist twisted instantly.

Before he could even scream, he was flung off the bridge by the force of space and slammed heavily into the mud below.

The other assassins were all stunned.

A Soul Sect Master was casually tossed into the water below the bridge.

Obito didn't even lift his eyelids.

Someone tried to escape.

Shisui's figure flickered continuously on the bridge, and several afterimages appeared simultaneously on the retreat path.

The assassin had barely turned around when he was kicked back into the convoy.

Itachi stood beside the car, his eyes gleaming crimson.

The assassins paused simultaneously, then swung their knives at each other's companions.

"Genjutsu!"

"Close your eyes!"

Screams rang out one after another.

In a short time, dozens of masked Soul Master fell on the bridge.

Seeing that things were going badly, the assassin leader bit down and crushed the poison sac hidden between his teeth.

The moment the venom entered his mouth, Ren's Divine Sense pressed down on his throat.

The black and white energies swirled along the meridians, forcibly expelling the venom.

The assassin leader knelt on the ground, his face grim.

Ren looked at him.

Who hired you?

The assassin leader kept his mouth shut.

Ren's Double Pupils slowly rotated.

A moment later, the assassin leader's body began to tremble.

Within the Genjutsu, he could no longer hide his employer's name.

When the message reached the south of the city, Lu Ping gazed at the names on the ledger and slowly exhaled:

"They blocked the road, and they also exposed their true colors to everyone."