Chapter 41: Taking Action

A gray, inconspicuous figure vanished beneath the newly risen veil of night.

After learning the general situation from Liu Qixiang, Du En paid him no further mind; he, feeling as if granted a reprieve, dared not linger and turned to flee in a disheveled panic.

Someone who even dared to use that kind of flatbed cart—heaven knows what else they might be capable of?

Can't afford to provoke them, absolutely can't!

Although the neighbors were cursing them to death in their hearts, at this moment, no one dared to poke their heads out to sternly question or rebuke this matter!

Unexpectedly intimidating.

However, what Du En cared about now was the matter of the Green Clothes Gang.

This gang, which had swallowed the territories of the Blood Eagle Gang and the Iron Hand Gang while absorbing their original members, leaping to become the sole bully of this region—a group that could be said to be not what it once was—now appeared exceptionally terrified and uneasy.

They were called Hall Masters, a title that sounded quite impressive, but in reality, they were just bottom-feeders with slightly better circumstances, still needing to labor during the day.

Having spent the entire day in such trepidation, they needed to vent it all out!

Seeing themselves trapped in such a plight, the faces of the man and woman turned deathly pale, their eyes filled with despair, retreating step by step until they were forced into a dead end with no possibility of escape.

Just as they opened their mouths to say something, their magic power was also being urgently mobilized, wanting to strike back after the enemy had moved.

Regardless of whether it was true or not, they now saw it like a drowning person seeing a straw; naturally, they would do their utmost, for they were truly terrified!

Fresh blood splattered, and the crowd was horrified.

Looking at his subordinates who had come to report on the progress of the protection fee collection, he finally could not help but roar in a rage: "Trash! A bunch of trash! You can't even collect a few spirit stones—what use are you to me!"

The Hall Master's mouth was wide open, and a filthy, hairy hand was reaching out, making the man want to fight to the death and the woman want to destroy her own cultivation to commit suicide.

What a terrified bully might do was simply plain to see; no need to overthink it!

The same went for the corpse-buryer; having scared off Liu Qixiang today, it wasn't certain he could scare off those Hall Masters tomorrow, and the day after, he might even attract the nervous Green Clothes Gang Leader...

"Hand over the spirit stones obediently!" the Hall Master said with greedy urgency, then paused, looking at the woman with a lewd grin, "Also, this little girl is not bad; it just so happens that I'm burning with desire right now and need to vent my fire!"

But looking at the current situation, it was very clear that the managers were truly doing nothing at all!

"In that case... it seems I have to take some risks..."

The location of another Hall Master.

It wasn't out of any loyalty to their new master, but because they feared that they, having previously belonged to the Blood Eagle Gang, would also be targeted, so they needed to perform now to win the promises made by their new master.

"They're all dead, all dead!"

"They probably want to get some powerful means of self-defense, or offer them up to the managers, or perhaps pull in some overseers as helpers; anyway, they are trying to save their own lives to avoid ending up like the leaders of the two previous gangs..."

Regardless, the wool comes from the sheep's back; in the end, it is the vast number of bottom-feeders who suffer.

He kowtowed and knelt down abruptly, his whole body trembling, but he dared not say anything more.

Watching the Hall Master who had been so arrogant just a moment ago get killed so easily, those gang members were suddenly like people doused with ice water from head to toe; they went limp, lost control of their bladders, and their pent-up fear erupted as they screamed, cried, and fled in all directions.

The leader of the Green Clothes Gang, in order to have these newly joined members work to their fullest, promised directly that as long as they collected enough spirit stones, he would reward them with means to defend and save their lives.

The reason they had people come to collect extra and urgent protection fees was not to screen or test those who had just surrendered, but more simply because the Gang Leader had ordered them to scrape up as many spirit stones as possible!

This was a former Hall Master of the Iron Hand Gang, now personally out in the middle of the night to scrape and squeeze.

The evil cultivator hiding in the shadows was the real threat!

The residence of a certain Hall Master of the Green Clothes Gang.

These guys who only knew how to bully their own kind were actually not the most critical issue.

This Hall Master was furious, and also felt a bit of regret.

Because the area outside the window was surrounded by people, all of them the Hall Master's subordinates.

On the other side.

"Ah!"

There were no more "buts," because right before the eyes of his subordinates, a hand suddenly reached out from the shadows behind, directly crushing their Hall Master's head.

*Squish~*

In his eyes, a pair of young man and woman were retreating from the window.

Not to mention the incident that had just occurred last night, which had brought them great terror; so now, one of them sat in a chair at home, physically and mentally exhausted, their eyes bloodshot.

"But, if they were really that afraid, how could they have struck so cleanly?"

Relying on normal squeezing, they couldn't collect any more.

"The possibility of the last one is not high; after all, that guy looks terrified to death right now, it's unlikely he would run around everywhere over some small matter."

If the Hall Master finished having his fun and the girl wasn't dead yet, then they could have a turn too.

Because the facts were as they were; no matter what, it was just like this.

Just then, the wall suddenly shattered, another hand emerged, and amidst the Hall Master's astonishment, it grabbed his arm.

There must still be people hiding surplus wealth; as long as...

"Little girl, you'd better just obey!"

His anger was genuine.

"Hahaha!"

"The Hall Master is dead!"

But a fist made him shut his mouth and caused his magic power to collapse.

Du En pondered, having already made up his mind.

He kicked open a wooden hut and charged inside, grinning hideously: "Running? Where else do you want to run?"

The subordinates clamored, letting out wild laughter, while evil fire burned in their eyes.

Screaming as they fled in all directions, some even wetting their pants, their courage completely shattered by fear.

*Bang! *

He smashed a teacup, the shards scattering and scratching the face of the person who had just spoken.

Amidst a popping sound, the whole person was yanked out just like pulling a radish.

Du En, covered in black and with his face masked, had no time to care about these small-fry now.

Another headshot!

The night was deep and dark.

A massive, overwhelming force struck, making him feel as if he had been smashed by a towering boulder; he was unable to resist at all, dragged along until he slammed into the wall.

"The Hall Master truly has refined tastes!"

Thus, after finishing the daily chores, when the time reached late night and everyone had fallen into a deep sleep, he began to quietly set his plan in motion.

Even though they had a thousand methods and had harmed many people in their daily lives, a clever housewife cannot cook without rice; if there were no spirit stones, there were simply no spirit stones, and no matter how much they squeezed or persecuted those poor people, they could not produce any new spirit stones!

"My lord, Hall Master, there is no way! The peasants are all dirt poor; there is no more oil to be squeezed out of them!"

Now it was a case of grasping at straws in desperation; whenever they heard that someone might still be hiding spirit stones, they would go directly to them, and even if there were no spirit stones, killing someone to vent the anxiety and irritation in their hearts was also acceptable.

A moment later.

Why could no more oil be squeezed out?

It was because they had squeezed too hard before!

Now look, they had brought this upon themselves!

As the Hall Master thought about this, he remained unwilling to give up, and his gaze began to turn brutal.

"You still dare to quibble!"

He continued his actions, continued killing, specifically targeting Hall Masters!

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