Chapter 7: Blood Eagle Gang's Luo Heng

"Damn! You bunch of living ghosts, you're actually boiling shit at home again!"

"It stinks like hell, cough cough, damn it!"

"You surnamed Du, get your ass out here! Do you really think this kind of trick can work every single time?"

The incessant chatter came from the same person's mouth.

The expressions of Ning Caize and the others changed drastically, while Wei Ming looked confused.

Seeing this, Ning Caize suppressed his expression and quickly explained it to him.

Thus, he understood why everyone tacitly allowed Du En to boil the strange owl in the courtyard, causing a strange stench to permeate both inside and outside the yard.

At this moment, outside the courtyard gate, blocked by the stench and cursing, was the main target of their obstruction—a gang that formed cliques in this area, bullied the weak, snatched spirit stones, and ran rampant under the euphemism of "protection fees": the Blood Eagle Gang.

"You surnamed Du, you stinking brat, you finally decided to come out for your grandpa!"

On this side, he remained calm and composed, his gaze not changing in the slightest: "No need to worry too much about that guy who is fierce in appearance but weak in reality; he wouldn't want to trade his current relatively easy job for our lowly work of burying corpses."

The other corpse buriers realized this key point at this moment, and with Du En taking the lead, they had already checked the opponent's momentum, so they were suddenly encouraged and spoke up one after another.

"That's right! We don't have money, but we have our lives!"

Luo Heng came aggressively, his figure burly, his face full of fat, and he deliberately urged the magic power he had cultivated for several years, radiating a bloodthirsty and overbearing aura.

Luo Heng felt ruthless in his heart, said nothing more, flicked his large sleeves, and left bitterly.

In your dreams!

"Fine, fine, fine! You've got guts! You've got guts! Hiss, hiss... I, I'll give you ten more days. If you still haven't come up with the spirit stones by then, I'll kill you all even if I have to take over the job of burying corpses myself!"

He had truly killed people before!

It could be considered a genuine display of emotion.

"Think on the bright side, as long as we are many and powerful, maybe those guys who maliciously raised prices because of our corpse-burying work will also turn over a new leaf?"

Ning Caize smiled bitterly and said: "Doesn't this mean we have to live in constant fear? Besides, we still have chores like buying daily necessities; we can't all stick together all day long, right? If we do that, the others, they, sigh~"

Hiss!

Luo Heng couldn't help but gasp, and because he inhaled too hard, he sucked in the accumulated stench formed by the boiled strange owl, which made him cough violently; it took him a long while to steady himself, his momentum completely collapsed.

The others were suddenly hesitant to speak, still feeling unwilling.

Speaking to the end, thinking of the strange prejudices others held against them, they couldn't help but sigh, feeling that doing so would only make their situation worse.

Like the corpse buriers here, they were a small group, and now they tacitly accepted Du En as their leader.

Facing Du En's calm, waveless, and completely fearless stance, Luo Heng, not wanting to be buried with them, ultimately chose to retreat, but he still gritted his teeth and gave a final deadline.

In the night, covering his nose and mouth, eyes wide like copper bells, Luo Heng saw this and immediately stood up and approached, appearing from the darkness like a bloodthirsty beast.

The low-level Qi Refining stage cultivators living in the shantytowns outside the city often huddled together for warmth, overcame difficulties together, and formed gangs of various sizes.

Du En's frankness and directness at this moment made it impossible for people to relax.

Then, the plan would have to change.

Watching his departing back, Du En's eyelids drooped slightly.

Therefore, after hitting a wall last month and failing to collect the protection fee, he had used his own spirit stones to cover the shortfall.

Watching Luo Heng's side, now that the people had walked far away, the breath of the corpse buriers dissipated, and they immediately began to worry.

"You! You!"

In silence, he had already quickly made adjustments.

So in the end, they did not refute, but they did not agree either, only looking at Du En one after another.

"Therefore, there is no need to worry too much; after all, he has his own work too. We just need to be careful not to be alone during our free time in the morning and evening."

With a small group of only six corpse buriers, who would be afraid?

Ning Caize knew this well and couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

What is this, having buried too many corpses, is he now completely unafraid of death?

Just at this moment, Du En spoke calmly again: "However, there is one point I need to remind you of."

Du En said this using an interrogative sentence.

He stood up and walked outside; the others followed suit, arriving at the courtyard gate together.

So, he couldn't act like a newborn calf anymore.

Luo Heng, who was about to increase the pressure, was also stunned and stopped in his tracks.

Then.

"Sigh~ It seems we can't avoid this after all, cough cough cough, Du En, how about we just scrape together the spirit stones and pay them?"

We can't go on like this this month, otherwise, it will definitely be a bottomless pit!

Especially Wei Ming, a newborn calf who should have been fearless of tigers.

Therefore, at this very moment, Luo Heng's murderous aura pressed over, immediately making the corpse buriers' legs go weak, as if falling into an ice cellar, filled with fear.

Huh?

No, Boss Du, even if we don't have money, we can't just say we have our lives to give!

"Although the manager doesn't care about our lives at all, this corpse-burying job still needs someone to do it. So, if you kill us all, look, wouldn't you have to take over our shift?"

"So, don't look at him as if he's showing his bottom line; in the end, he'll at most choose to break us one by one, specifically lying in wait for those who are alone, trying to knock it out of us bit by bit."

And right now, the scum of the Blood Eagle Gang had finally made up their minds to collect that "overdue" protection fee from the corpse buriers.

It was not just because Du En was the leader, but also because they wanted to use this stench to block those scumbags as much as possible.

Ning Caize was the first to say such discouraging words.

Wei Ming and the others were suddenly dumbfounded.

"No rush, let's go take a look."

There wasn't a single good bird in the entire Blood Eagle Gang; among the private gangs in the shantytowns outside the city, they belonged to the most vicious and evil kind, adding quite a bit of workload for Du En and the others.

After all, they worked themselves to the bone, were treated with strange attitudes by others, and faced many dangerous accidents; in the end, did they actually want to snatch away even this little bit of wages?

It seems I must first resolve this trouble and divert the Blood Eagle Gang's attention so things can quiet down for a while.

Because the places that sold daily necessities, apart from the trading posts established by the Border City itself, were scattered stalls backed by medium-to-large gangs that had enough surplus energy to bring out various supplies for sale.

However, taking another look at the others, their panic and anxiety had actually already begun to ease.

Du En, who had finished his dinner unhurriedly, spoke in a calm and steady tone that made everyone unconsciously settle down.

"Wh-what?"

Originally, the problem with the corpse-burying group was not big; as marginalized people, they were actually very easy to bully, but then Du En came along, just like a rock in a latrine—stinking and hard—and he even spent all day boiling rotten-corpse owls, eventually somehow becoming the leader.

Faced with such intimidation, Du En still appeared calm and spoke bluntly: "If you dare to make a move, then come on and slaughter us all."

However, there was the accident encountered during the day, followed by the killing intent just radiated by Luo Heng, as well as the aura of magic power he displayed that was far deeper than that of the people on their side.

"Hurry up, hand over the protection money for this month and last month to your granddaddy!"

Because he, at the early stage of Qi Refining, was actually just a small pawn, and his superiors could not tolerate any shortfall when counting heads.

The reason was simple: Du En was their backbone; as long as he was not flustered and remained calm and unhurried, they would also gradually settle down.

Consequently, Ning Caize no longer spoke to dampen their spirits.

(End of this chapter)