Lying in Toothy's new base, just as Lynn was about to "log off," he suddenly felt a subtle change in the body that was Seven-Smasha fight.
He couldn't quite put his finger on what had happened, but he felt a growing sense of belonging to this place.
Once his consciousness returned to the Pinnacle Black Obsidian, Lynn immediately had Rena check on the Seven-Smasha.
Sure enough, its physiological structure underwent a partial transformation into a true Orks.
"Looks like a fish has taken the bait," Lynn said with a smile.
Clearly, some "big shot" discovered its existence and thought it was an Ork Boyz.
Then all we need to do next is reinforce this impression.
The next day, Toothy was summoned to Xiaobudian's stronghold under the pretext of "meritorious management of the territory".
The news came at noon; Toothy was checking on Squig's growth by the fence.
It changed into that Awen's armor, the helmet polished to a gleaming shine, making it look very imposing.
With a hand cannon slung across his back and cannonballs tucked into his waist pouch, he walked with a swagger, followed by several newly recruited henchmen, making quite a spectacle of himself.
But compared to the Xiaobudian, it is still a small one.
The Xiaobudian sat on the chair, looking down at it.
Those small eyes, sunken into fat, stared at Toothy for several seconds, making Toothy feel uneasy.
The Xiaobudian first praised it, saying that it was well managed, production had increased, and the gang was very satisfied.
Toothy quickly became modest, saying that it was all thanks to the boss's guidance and the support of his underlings; he was merely benefiting from everyone's success.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, the Xiaobudian changed the subject.
"By the way, Toothy, I've always been curious, how exactly did you kill Awen back then?"
"It's not that I suspect you, it's just curiosity. That guy may be useless, but he still has dozens of henchmen protecting him."
"How did you do that all by yourself?"
Toothy's left hand clenched unconsciously, then relaxed instantly.
Its heart skipped a beat, but its face remained unchanged.
Having spent so long at the bottom, its greatest skill is pretending.
It swallowed hard and started spouting nonsense.
"Boss, actually, I don't know what happened either."
One day, I was walking down the street when I tripped and fell, hitting my head on a rock and passing out.
After waking up, I felt like I had awakened something special...
"Like the second eldest brother Sith?" The Xiaobudian's eyes sharpened.
Its little eyes scrutinized Toothy's face, trying to find some clue.
"Yes! Yes! Just like the second eldest brother!" Toothy and more excited as she spoke, gesturing wildly and raising her voice by eight octaves.
"From that day on, I discovered I could summon a purple figure to fight for me; I call it a 'substitute'!"
"That guy was amazing, so fast and strong, Awen didn't even have time to react before he was..."
"That's all I have to say, boss, please don't be angry."
The Xiaobudian's expression at this moment was priceless; it was a complete "Are you kidding me?" look.
Its lips twitched, but it held back from reacting.
Toothy is indeed talented in management; in just three days, the production of the two Muscle Squig fences increased by ten percent.
The main reason is that the Squig were treated better, and with the reduction in corruption, the amount of Squig meat handed over naturally increased.
This is a guy who can make money for it; there's no need to kill him carelessly.
Moreover, if there really is an Orks behind Toothy, then we must not act rashly.
Because Orks rarely appear alone.
And it knew all too well what a group of Orks could do among a pile of Gretchin.
It didn't ask any further questions. Instead, it got up, smiled, and patted Toothy's shoulder with such force that it almost knocked Toothy over.
"Alright, you're quite capable! Since you're so competent, I'll give you another fence."
"From now on, the western area will also be under your jurisdiction."
Toothy frowned after hearing this.
That fenced area to the west has always been the territory of Awu, the most senior cadre.
Awu is in charge of two fences and is rumored to have over three hundred thugs under his command. He is the most formidable figure in the Muscle Squig Park.
It had been living on this ranch for so many years, and had never dared to look Awu in the eye.
That guy was supposedly in logistics for the regular Carl II unit, but after the unit was destroyed, he came back and became an officer.
He had several real guns and a bunch of reckless henchmen.
By giving Awu's territory to it, Xiaobudian essentially allowed Toothy Duo to occupy half of the park by itself.
This is hardly a reward; it's a hot potato.
But on the surface, Toothy pretended to be extremely grateful, almost kneeling down and kowtowing, repeatedly saying, "Thank you, boss, thank you, boss."
In that fleeting moment when it secretly looked up, it caught a glimpse of the Xiaobudian's eyes.
There was no trust in those eyes, only cold suspicion.
Back at the base, Toothy closed the door, the smile on his face vanishing instantly. He leaned against the door, panting heavily.
" Seven-Smasha, this is troublesome." It told Lynn what had just happened.
For some reason, it had an instinctive trust in this Orks of unknown origin.
After listening, Lynn was not in a hurry, but simply asked:
"What else did the Xiaobudian say? Don't miss a single word."
Toothy reviewed the Dialogue.
From the moment he entered until he left, he spoke every word and every detail.
After listening, Lynn pondered for a moment and said, "They're trying to test you through Awu."
From the moment Toothy was born, the Muscle Squig Park was divided into three parts.
Three cadres were assigned to manage two sections of the fence, and no one was allowed to take more than their share.
Now, Toothy occupies three pieces by himself, and has even taken over the territory of the most senior member Awu.
It also heard that Awu and Awen had a close relationship and had worked together on this ranch for several years.
Awen is dead, and his territory has been taken over. Can Awu tolerate this?
If it doesn't take action, how can it hold its head high in front of its subordinates in the future?
Toothy was a little flustered:
"What can we do then? Even with your help, we can't beat Awu's three hundred-plus thugs..."
"How many people do we have? At most, less than 150, and half of them are newly recruited opportunists."
"Those guys talk a big game, but when it comes to actually fighting, they're all the ones who run the fastest."
Lynn looked at it and asked slowly:
"What do you think the Xiaobudian is trying to test you about?"
Toothy thought for a moment, "Test what?"
Toothy's brain was working at lightning speed.
It remembered the look in the Xiaobudian's eyes when it looked at it, and the rumors about the "purple shadow".
Suddenly, it remembered the rotting head that was beside it when it met Xiaobudian.
That's Awen's head.
"Could it be that it has already guessed that there was something wrong with Awen's death, and that he wasn't killed by me?"
"Or rather, it wasn't just me who killed them; they suspect I have someone backing me..."
Lynn replied, "An Orks."
The room fell silent, with only the distant cries of Squig audible.
In the Squig Ranch, where Gretchin dominate, the power of Orks is revolutionary.
Those Ork Boyz could take on dozens of Gretchin by themselves; they naturally possess a superior aura over Gretchin.
A half- Orks, big orc can become the overseer of the entire ranch, managing tens of thousands of Gretchin.
Xiaobudian, of course, wanted to know what was hidden behind Toothy.
If it's just a lucky Gretchin, then it doesn't matter; let it do whatever it wants.
But if it's an Orks, then the nature of the matter is completely different.
Toothy's expression kept changing. "What do we do then?"
Lynn shook his head. "You know, when someone suspects you have a knife, what's the best thing to do?"
Toothy thought for a moment, then sighed, "I don't know..."
"It's simple, you'd better actually have a knife, and show it to me."
Toothy's eyes widened, and she suddenly understood.
"But one Orks like you isn't enough to draw your sword."
Lynn laughed, "Who told you it was just me?"