Dark Pavilion

A few minutes later, the principal came back looking somewhat dazed. He gazed at Wang Wenxuan with a resentful look.

It was as if he might rush over at any moment, grab him by the collar, and roar, "You're with the Reserve Corps. Why didn't you say so sooner!"

The Reserve Corps was so damn broke they could barely scrape together a coin. They were a bunch of soldiers about to head to the battlefield. Where the hell were they going to get funds for the school?

The school would be lucky if they didn't come by to freeload on food and drink.

They were a bunch of straight-up hooligans. Hooligans!

And why was someone from the Reserve Corps in charge of the school's assessment? He'd originally thought someone from the Ink Pavilion, or even the Education Department, would be coming.

Then maybe he could have gotten some money out of them.

No!

Wait, no, no!

Could this be a scam?

The principal silently turned around and looked at Yu Sheng, who was gazing back at him calmly. For no reason at all, the principal's heart gave a sudden twitch.

So Yu Sheng and Wang Wenxuan went to the cafeteria for a lavish meal the principal had never enjoyed in all these years. Every bite the two of them took felt like it was eating away at his heart.

It bled. It kept bleeding.

At any moment, he might lose too much blood and die from the pain.

Especially when Wang Wenxuan praised the food nonstop and kept complimenting the principal for being generous and righteous, acting like a street punk who'd be back next time. The principal wished he could summon the courage he'd had in his youth and knock this idiot dead with a mallet.

Through gritted teeth, he handed the three Demon Crystals to Yu Sheng.

This deal finally came to a perfect close.

Of course, he also took three days off while he was at it.

It was about time he went to claim the reward for his act of bravery, too.

After going home and giving his room a quick clean, Yu Sheng suddenly got a call from Zhao Zicheng.

"Brother Yu, your father..."

Zhao Zicheng sounded astonished, as if he'd seen something incredible. "That old man's a real character."

"He's gotten pretty close with those female clerks in the prison..."

"When I went to see him today, he wasn't even locked in his cell. He was reading palms for a few of the ladies."

"Man, I'm jealous."

It was as if the air itself reeked of sour grapes. But soon, Zhao Zicheng took a deep breath. "But Brother Yu, I'm pretty smart."

"Thanks to my careful planning, your uncle's sentence has been extended for molesting a woman."

"Soliciting a prostitute and molestation are completely different things."

"At the very least, he can forget about getting out for a year. And I specifically asked them to move your uncle to a private room, so he's guaranteed not to come into contact with any women."

"His meals will be delivered by a dedicated staff member."

"I'm sure Uncle will be... very grateful to me now."

"When he left, he was crying and shouting that he'd have to talk to me once he got out."

"I never knew your uncle was such a loyal and affectionate person. I felt a little ashamed at the time."

Zhao Zicheng forcibly held back his laughter, putting on a mature air as he spoke with a sigh.

Yu Sheng's eyes lit up.

"Good brothers for life!"

After hanging up, Yu Sheng felt especially refreshed.

Who knew where Wang Wenxuan had gotten a military off-road vehicle, but he drove Yu Sheng toward Baichun City in a rush.

"The Demon-Slaughtering Pavilion's work is way too unprofessional."

A logistics clerk from the Dark Pavilion frowned slightly as he looked at the driver, who no longer looked human, and complained.

"Whatever, at least he's alive."

"The fee for this job will be automatically transferred to your salary cards within three working days."

The clerk seemed very busy. After giving them a few brief instructions, he dragged the driver away like a dead dog.

Blood left a long trail across the floor.

Soon, a cleaner hurried over with a mop, wiped the floor clean, and sprayed something on it. The stench of blood disappeared at once, and the air was fresh again.

On the second-floor stairs,

a line of women walked down. They were all middle-aged aunties, each with a kindly smile, like the closest elders in a family.

Each of them carried a brand-new set of clothes, and they all climbed into the cargo bed of a truck.

A while later, when the kidnapped girls came downstairs, they looked completely different. Some even had the faint beginnings of a smile on their faces.

In short, the impression the Dark Pavilion had made on the Third Squad in just a few minutes was... professional! Loaded!

They could actually afford to keep a whole group of aunties around just to provide psychological counseling.

How much did they have to pay them each month?!

Then there was the magnificent, glittering lobby, the clerks bustling about, and all the places they couldn't even see.

For a moment, the Demon-Slaughtering Pavilion's people couldn't help feeling a little envious.

When it came down to it, their departments were all at the same level. Why was there such a big difference?

Their Demon-Slaughtering Pavilion was just an ordinary two-story building.

It was divided into a few rooms.

Run-down and shabby.

They had only one clerk, too, who sat at the counter yawning every day.

It wasn't that they weren't trying hard. It was just that this remote area was so damn short on decent Demon Beasts.

Whenever a decent one did show up, they'd all go red-eyed, catch its scent, and rush out to fight over it.

After all, as long as the Demon Beast wasn't one that had just awakened, they could sell it once it was dead.

Sometimes, they didn't even have to do anything when a Demon Beast showed up. The passing Guard Bureau, Reserve Corps, Dark Pavilion, Bounty Hall, and even teachers from some schools would snatch it up.

Like an experience-point piñata.

That left their Demon-Slaughtering Pavilion with nothing but its name.

Sometimes, they couldn't help longing for the Human Race's central region.

Since it was the heartland of the Human Race, many members of the Demon Clan hid there and caused trouble. That meant the Demon-Slaughtering Pavilion had plenty of business and plenty of money.

According to the rumors...

The Demon-Slaughtering Pavilion in the central region could afford a bowl of soy milk when its people went out for breakfast. They even had meat with their meals!

Meat!

That was just ridiculous.

They struggled every day to save up what little money they had, and it wasn't even enough to buy cultivation resources, let alone splurge on food.

So as far as they were concerned, anyone who could afford to eat meat was rich.

And anyone who could afford Demon Beast meat... was a tycoon up in the clouds. They couldn't even dream of it.

"Damn!"

"Working for the Dark Pavilion really is the way to go!"

"Let's save up some money and move to a big city!"

One of the team members finally couldn't hold back and muttered.

An Xin, however, was still smiling. "You idiots. What can you even do with the Dark Pavilion's wages? They're enough to toss to a beggar!"

"Do you think I can't even keep myself alive, so I have to work for the Dark Pavilion?"

"Today, I'll teach you a thing or two."

"I'll show you where the real money for this job is."

An Xin was clearly in an excellent mood. She waved her hand, looking quite adorable. "Brothers, let's go to the Ink Pavilion!"

"I'll take you to collect the reward!"

"Do you know what it means to act bravely for a just cause?"

"Making money takes brains!"

With that, An Xin took the lead and turned to leave. The others were clearly confused and exchanged glances.

"Acting bravely for a just cause?"

"What scheme has our Divine Strategist Princess An come up with now..."