Chapter 1031: Magic vs. Magic

The door was pounded with a thumping sound, and the guests screamed desperately: "Let us out, does the supply station not want to do business, ah? What kind of attitude is this toward guests, ah?" But this door and lock were sturdy as hell and couldn't be broken. The two smelled the scent of the Emperor's Flowing Pulp and were starving, wanting to climb out the window.

Only then did they discover that wooden bars had been reinforced outside the window, originally perhaps for wind protection, but now people couldn't get out either.

Wang Fubao locked the door and said to the guests on both sides: "There's an empty spot here, two more people can come!"

"I'll come, I'll come!" The guests diagonally opposite rushed over; they were sleeping in a five-person bunk, and the small piece of space in front of the door really wasn't enough for five people to share.

Accidents like this happened at least four or five times in the guest area.

There were also people who were dissatisfied that the white line range was too small and rushed out to collect it, but they were all swarmed by the guard team, who were holding wooden sticks and clubs and waiting in full battle array, beaten unconscious, and carried back to the room for confinement.

No explanations, no politeness.

The guard team was really hitting; they specifically picked the shoulders, buttocks, and legs to strike, and their movements and force were particularly skilled. One stick down, the person would scream in pain, their head would clear up, and then they would be thrown back into the room.

Wherever there was trouble, they rushed to suppress it at the first opportunity without the slightest hesitation.

After failing to storm the tower a few times, no one was stubborn anymore. After all, the other side had many people and weapons and looked fierce, more like thugs than a guard team.

Someone still stood within the white line and cursed at the guard team, but this bunch of rough guys who had turned from pirates into guards puffed out their chests and glared, not backing down at all: "This is private territory, the Emperor's Flowing Pulp that falls is the Island Master's, every drop! He is magnanimous to share it with you, don't push your luck, don't climb up the nose, watch your legs! If you step out one step, I'll break it!"

The words were ugly, but the logic wasn't rough at all.

The troublemaking guests were locked back in the room, and no one paid attention even if they screamed until their throats broke.

On such private territory, once order was disrupted, their status fell from He Lingchuan's guests to prisoners causing trouble.

Min Tianxi, the leader of the second tier, passed by a guest room in the corner. This guest room only housed a single guest, so only one guest stood in front of the door, but the space within the white line was full, with a total of seven bottles and jars.

The gains of seven jars all belonged to him alone. It was really hard for him to find so many jars.

Fortunately, he lived in a corner position, and other guests couldn't see here; otherwise, they would have been jealous to death.

Min Tianxi glanced at it, and the guest even smiled at him in a friendly way.

Min Tianxi moved his gaze away and was about to turn the corner when he felt something was wrong, so he retreated two steps and focused his gaze on the white line on the ground.

Hmm? Something's wrong! Seeing him stop, the guest's face turned pale.

Sure enough, Min Tianxi wiped with his foot, and with a swish, the white line on the ground was wiped crooked.

"... Yo ho, you good grandson, you drew the line yourself?" No wonder it looked a bit wrong at first glance; the white line in front of the door was drawn too far, at least a zhang away from the door.

The guest hurriedly bowed: "Officer, please show mercy, I'll make it up to you..." After saying that, he handed over a large ingot of silver.

Min Tianxi lifted him by the collar with one hand and threw him directly into the room.

This person just climbed up, and the ingot of silver also flew in, and then the door slammed shut with a bang.

"Insatiable." Min Tianxi pressed the Heart-Clearing Pill under his tongue, scolding slurredly. He dug twice on the ground before discovering that the original white paint on the ground had been covered by this person with dirt. This smart aleck had expanded outward by three or four feet and redrawn a white line.

In this way, he could place two more jars.

The rainy night was dark, and the guard team was in a hurry, so it was hard to notice that the position of the white line was wrong at a glance.

And the white line on the ground wasn't drawn with chalk or paint, but with a piece of white silk pulled straight...

Under this kind of light, and blocked by several jars, there was indeed a possibility of misreading.

A talent.

Looking around and seeing no one, Min Tianxi quickly collected all the liquid in the jars before turning his head and roaring: "There's an empty spot here..."

Little brat, playing tricks with them?

The guard team acted decisively, and the chaos in the guest area was suppressed by force just as it sprouted. After all, although people craved the Emperor's Flowing Pulp, if they were locked in the room, they wouldn't be able to drink a drop, and they would have to watch helplessly as the Emperor's Flowing Pulp on their own territory was taken by others—this was what made people go crazy.

As for the boatmen and sailors who hadn't booked rooms on the island, they were designated to catch the Emperor's Flowing Pulp at the pier and on the ships, which had nothing to do with the guest flow area on the shore.

Separating the crowd made it less likely to cause conflict.

There were huge waves and strong winds at sea, but Suoding Island fell into a strange atmosphere. Everyone in the pouring rain looked up at the sky, their eyes slightly red, fearing to miss a trace of nectar.

Only the guard team patrolled and struck gongs, constantly reminding everyone:

"For your own safety, do not cross the white line, do not cross the white line!"

After a busy time, an hour passed, and He Lingchuan's hanging heart finally settled.

Although there were unexpected episodes like this and that, and he himself ran around like a firefighter, the order in the guest flow area of Suoding Island was actually maintained and didn't collapse.

The turmoil and fighting that the Yangshan people worried about didn't come, and although some people were injured, miraculously, no lives were lost.

The guard team, which had been re-selected and trained for less than ten days and usually stood listlessly on the training ground, was actually doing a decent job tonight.

This was the magic of power.

Holding sticks and facing ordinary people, and being given the power to discipline others, every guard team member was high-spirited, their waists straightened, their heads raised, and their roars were as full of energy as a fierce tiger descending the mountain.

Thanks to the battle-style emergency drills organized by Qiu Hu over the past few days, most of the guard team members knew what they should do, especially how to master the force at critical moments and how to knock people unconscious without causing serious injury.

The sticks in their hands were the weapons they used for training.

He Lingchuan had welcomed the Emperor's Flowing Pulp in Panlong City and Yuheng City and knew very well that the secret to maintaining stability at this time was fast, accurate, and ruthless!

Although turmoil was terrible, if it was severely suppressed when it first sprouted and hadn't erupted on a large scale, the arrogance would soon disappear.

The only power that could help others overcome greed and selfishness was strong power.

Submission and fear of strong power could even suppress the instincts stirred up by the Emperor's Flowing Pulp.

Attacking weaknesses with weaknesses, and human nature with human nature, always worked.

Seeing that everything was on track, he just breathed a sigh of relief and was about to look up and take two sips of the Emperor's Flowing Pulp when Lei Ni suddenly ran over: "Report, a landslide suddenly occurred at the northwest end, seven people are trapped! I have already sent a group of people to rescue them."

"Northwest?" He Lingchuan frowned, "Why are there people there!"

The terrain at the northwest end of Suoding Island was complex, and although the scenery was good, no one lived there at all. Not to mention that tonight the Yangshan Archipelago was welcoming a hurricane, and a curfew had long been issued, forbidding anyone from wandering outside the barrier.

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