Strike, Leave None Alive!

Several long-established Merchant Guilds in the north of the city jointly issued a ban on supply disruptions.

Any merchant caravan that dares to supply goods to Exchange Tower in the south of the city will be shut down.

The Brocade-Robed Shopkeeper stood on the second floor of his restaurant, a cold smile on his face.

"If their supply is cut off, let's see how they open their shops and do business!"

Inside the former site of Exchange Tower, several former subordinates were pacing anxiously.

Ren sat in the main seat, his expression unchanged.

He looked at Lu Ping and gave the order directly.

"Draft a public acquisition list and hang it at the entrance."

"We bypass caravans and buy goods directly from independent cultivators and adventurers at the bottom of society."

"The price is set at more than double the black market rate, cash on delivery."

Lu Ping paused for a moment, then nodded emphatically.

Yes, OP!

The list caused an instant sensation in the south of the city within half an hour of being posted.

Countless independent cultivators, carrying medicinal herbs they had just gathered from the wilderness, flocked to Exchange Tower.

Inside the back hall, the Void Link Ring on Ren's fingertip glowed faintly.

News of old associates scattered along various Trade Road is constantly arriving.

The secrets of the major Merchant Guilds in the north of the city secretly colluding to hoard healing herbs have been thoroughly uncovered.

We know exactly which warehouses have how much stock, and when we plan to dump it at inflated prices.

Ren called Han Zhong and pushed the copied, irrefutable evidence onto the table.

"Secretly deliver these to the lower-ranking mercenary groups in the city who have been exploited by them."

"No need to intervene; let them see for themselves."

Han Zhong took the evidence and quickly left.

The next morning, the area in front of the largest pharmacy in the north of the city was completely blocked by a large crowd.

Hundreds of wounded, low-level adventurers gathered in the street, their anger running high.

A one-armed mercenary slammed his fist on the counter and roared.

"A hemostatic powder that normally costs ten silver soul coins, I'm selling for fifty today!"

"Does your North City Merchant Guilds have any conscience? You're trying to drive us to our deaths!"

The pharmacy owner shrank behind the guards, his face full of disdain.

"Take it or leave it. We're the only ones in the entire Chaotic Star City with this stock. If you think it's too expensive, go wait to die!"

The mercenaries around him had bloodshot eyes and gripped their weapons tightly.

Just as the tension reached its peak, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from the end of the street.

Lu Ping arrived with a dozen or so of his former subordinates, escorting three carriages loaded with Pill.

Once the carriage came to a stop, Lu Ping jumped directly onto the shaft and opened the wooden box.

The rich aroma of herbs instantly filled the entire street.

Brothers!

Lu Ping's voice was loud and clear, echoing throughout the stadium.

"Exchange Tower received a batch of top-quality healing pills today, all of which will be supplied at the original price of ten silver soul coins!"

"Limited to three bottles per person, price will not be increased!"

The entire stadium fell silent for a moment, then erupted in deafening cheers.

"It's Exchange Tower!"

"Exchange Tower has come to save our lives!"

"Ten Silver Soul Coins, still the same fair price!"

Hundreds of adventurers turned around and surged frantically toward Exchange Tower's carriage.

The once bustling pharmacy in the north of the city was now completely deserted.

In the attic across the street, the Brocade-Robed Shopkeeper stared intently at this scene.

He was so angry that his fat jiggled, and he grabbed the teacup on the table and smashed it to pieces.

"You damned little bastard, how dare you ruin my plans!"

He turned his head sharply to look at his trusted guards behind him, his face contorted with rage.

"Take 30,000 gold soul coins and head to the Black Market to find the Crimson Fiend Hall immediately!"

"Have them send out their most dangerous Soul Master to intercept and kill Exchange Tower's medicine convoy at the stone bridge west of the city tonight!"

"Kill them all, and burn the medicine to ashes. Don't leave a single pill behind!"

The trusted confidant obeyed and hurriedly slipped away through the back door.

Night fell, and dark clouds obscured the moonlight.

The area around the stone bridge in the west of the city was deathly silent, with only the sound of the river water lapping against the bridge piers.

Lu Ping led the last convoy of medicine transport vehicles slowly onto the stone bridge.

Just as the lead car had passed the halfway point, dozens of dark figures suddenly darted out from the shadows under the bridge.

The blades flashed, and a chilling killing intent rushed towards the convoy.

"Move them! Leave no one alive!"

Dozens of masked assassins suddenly launched an attack, their weapons all coated with a deadly green poison.

The driver turned pale with fright and desperately tightened the reins.

Just as the poisoned blade was about to strike the horse, a dark figure leaped onto the roof of the carriage.

Sasuke drew his sword, Three-Tomoe Sharingan in his eyes suddenly lit up.

He could see every detail of the suicide squad's charge routes and weaknesses.

"Chidori!"

A deafening clap of thunder exploded in the night sky.

Sasuke transformed into a bolt of lightning and swooped down, passing by the two Soul Sect Master charging at the forefront.

Pfft!

Blood spurted wildly.

One Soul Sect Master's throat was sliced open by lightning, while another had his shoulder armor and half his body torn apart.

Before they could even scream, they collapsed into a pool of blood.

The masked assassins around them were all horrified, and their charge came to an abrupt halt.

"What a fast knife!"

"This is a tricky idea; let's take the driver hostage first!"

The leader of the assassins turned ashen-faced and lunged at the coachman in a flash.

With five fingers forming a claw, it gripped the driver's throat.

Just as her fingertips were about to touch the driver, the space in front of the carriage twisted.

Obito stepped out of the Uzumaki expressionlessly and grabbed the wrist of the attacking Soul Master.

Click!

The cracking sound of bones breaking is enough to make your teeth ache.

The Soul Master screamed in agony as Obito casually Obito, sending him crashing into the muddy swamp below the bridge like a dead dog.

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

The remaining assassins were utterly terrified and turned to flee towards the end of the long street.

A flash of green light.

Shisui's figure left more than a dozen afterimages on the long street, instantly blocking all escape routes.

The blade trembled slightly, and the three assassins running at the front immediately clutched their Achilles tendons and knelt down.

At the same time, Itachi stood quietly beside the carriage, his Three-Tomoe Sharingan meeting everyone's gaze.

"Magic Demonic Illusion: Shackling Stakes Technique."

The dozen or so assassins charging in the middle froze abruptly, their eyes instantly turning frantic.

"Get out of my way! Don't kill me!"

They turned their blades and hacked at their companions like madmen.

Chaos erupted on the bridge, with screams and the clash of weapons echoing across the scene.

In less than ten breaths, dozens of elite assassins from the Crimson Fiend Hall were wiped out.

The leader of the assassins slumped to the ground, his eyes filled with despair as he watched Ren slowly approach.

He gritted his teeth, attempting to crush the poison sac between his teeth and commit suicide.

Ren flicked his fingertip, and a wisp of powerful True Essence struck his jaw from a distance.

The leader of the assassins opened his mouth wide, and a clump of black blood, along with a ruptured poison sac, was forcibly expelled from his body.

Ren walked up to him, his left eye was pitch black, and his right eye was pure white.

The Yin-Yang Double Pupils slowly rotated, and the terrifying pupil power directly crashed into the opponent's Sea of Consciousness.

Click!

The life-saving restriction deep within the leader of the assassins' Sea of Consciousness was forcibly torn open like a piece of paper.

Overwhelming fear instantly consumed his mind.

"I'll tell you... I'll tell you everything!"

The leader of the assassins convulsed violently, collapsing in the muddy water with tears streaming down his face.

"It was the Brocade-Robed Shopkeeper of the north of the city who spearheaded this effort, uniting four long-established Merchant Guilds, and paid us 30,000 gold soul coins to intercept the caravan..."

Lu Ping stepped out from behind the carriage, and upon hearing these names, he trembled with rage.

Ren withdrew his gaze, his voice icy.

"Lu Ping, take inventory of the scene."

"Write down his confession word for word, make dozens of copies overnight, and post them all over the city tomorrow morning."

The pent-up frustration that had been building up in Lu Ping's eyes for years finally transformed into unwavering determination, and he clasped his hands in a fist and roared.

"This old servant obeys!"

The former subordinates immediately sprang into action, gathering up all the poisoned weapons and Crimson Fiend Hall badges scattered on the ground.