Chapter 104: Sacrificing a City

Because that older sister keeps sending people to look for me, I think in your eyes I must have some status.

I was just thinking, you might also come look for me.

Now it seems, I guessed correctly.

What strange hobby is this for a child?

Zhang Cheng didn't quite understand this behavior.

Then why didn't you cooperate before? If you wanted to see me, you didn't need to do it this way. Zhang Cheng said.

Yao Yang quickly waved his hands, 'Oh, Brother Zhang Cheng, you misunderstood.'

It's not that I don't want to cooperate; I really do, but my summoned creature disagrees! Zhang Cheng said.

It says it needs to keep a low profile while developing, and cannot let anyone know it exists.

I'm just a helpless child; I can only listen to it.

Summoned creature?

Also.

Recently, Dragon Nation has been able to win a few times,

These summoned creatures have tasted the sweetness of upgrading,

Wanting to hide and develop their abilities more is understandable.

I heard you haven't left your house for half a year; is that true? Zhang Cheng continued asking.

Yes!

Yao Yang first nodded, but then quickly shook his head,

Oh no, that's not right!

Strictly speaking, I really haven't gone out for half a year, but that's only the current me.

Your current self?

Zhang Cheng thought for a moment, and seemed to have a clue.

Letting many strangers into the house isn't something an 11-year-old would do.

Yao Yang didn't deny it, 'As an 11-year-old child, I know bringing strangers home randomly is dangerous.'

But I really didn't bring strangers home.

Because they are all myself, right?

Huh???

They're all yourself?

Zhang Cheng looked at the subtle smile on Yao Yang's face,

combining what he just said,

he suddenly realized.

I see.

Zhang Cheng stood up, 'Let's go, Captain Yu, the matter is already cleared up.'

Huh?

Yu Haili, listening on the side and feeling confused, was a bit dazed,

You figured it out just like that?

His answer was vague, and you can still understand?

Then tell me, what is his summoned creature?

Zhang Cheng spread his hands, 'A Painting Skin!'

It's a kind of ghost highly skilled in cultivation, good at using others' skin to disguise itself.

Its story has been passed down since ancient times, and there are many film and TV works about Painting Skin; you can go search for them.

Now Dragon Nation's culture regarding summoned creatures has recovered considerably,

like the well-known Painting Skin, you can still find it with a search.

Speaking of this,

Zhang Cheng suddenly thought of something and immediately turned to Yao Yang,

If I remember correctly, a Painting Skin ghost needs to kill someone to change its skin.

You can change so many Painting Skins; could it be that...

His gaze became increasingly solemn.

Yao Yang quickly explained, 'Wait wait!'

Brother Zhang Cheng, you're overthinking; my Painting Skin ghost is high-level, it doesn't need to kill to take skin.

Just by glancing at someone, I can easily turn into their appearance.

Moreover, it has a special ability: after turning into someone, it can learn a bit of their abilities.

Although it can't reach one hundred percent, ninety-nine is still there.

That's great!

Zhang Cheng felt surprised; isn't this ability just the legendary replication technique?

Facial replication,

ability replication,

still quite practical.

Are you interested in joining the Divine Ghost Summoner Alliance?

Um... I want to keep a low profile and develop for a while, but I will definitely join later!

At a young age he learned to draw big pies,

His future is limitless.

"Alright."

Zhang Cheng didn't insist either, "But we agreed."

"You are indeed strong, but don't use summoned creatures in improper places, and you must not act recklessly."

"Of course, if it's a forced counterattack, that's another matter."

Yao Yang nodded with a smile, "Alright, I remember."

The conversation ended,

Information gathering complete.

He glanced at the time,

He didn't even use ten minutes.

Zhang Cheng: "Actually, it's not that hard to communicate."

Yu Haili: "......"

"Could it be that he's so respectful because he can't beat you?"

Zhang Cheng: "Couldn't it be because I'm handsome?"

Yu Haili: "You......"

Triumphal Empire.

"Don't hesitate any longer; to win this match, we must use the City of Thousand Ghosts!"

In the bright hall, Steve's tone left no room for doubt.

A young noble with his legs crossed wore a suit,

"Mr. Steve, I know you're anxious, but don't rush."

"Summoning the City of Thousand Ghosts requires meeting two conditions."

"First, we need to sacrifice the entire York City, including the lives of millions of its residents."

"Second, we need one thousand ghosts; although there's no rank limit, one thousand is no small number."

"Everyone present has the right to speak; what do you think?"

Having said that, the young noble looked around at the others present.

An old man with white hair said, "I oppose it; the cost of sacrificing a city is too great."

"Even if we win, we'll still incur infamy."

"I suggest we find another way."

Another thin, bony old man said, "I also oppose it; all my assets are in York City, sacrificing York City would be killing me!"

"Well, I also oppose it; in the final battle we must be cautious, but we can't act recklessly."

"Sacrificing a city is what medieval evil nobles did; we can't do that."

"I oppose."

"I oppose."

"I also oppose."

"I......"

"Enough!"

At this moment, Steve slammed his palm on the table, his eyes growing fierce,

"You're about to die, yet you're still scheming for your own petty interests; I see you're just getting worse as you live!"

"Can't you even see the current situation clearly?!"

"Steve, how dare you speak like that!"

The young noble, dissatisfied with Steve's action, stood up and retorted sarcastically.

As a result,

Smack!

Steve slapped that noble's face,

"Don't put on airs in front of me; the Triumphant Alliance is about to collapse, who still cares about your noble status?"

"Don't forget, I am the supreme person in charge of the Divine Ghost Killing Arena!"

"I summoned you here not to discuss, but to inform!"

"Within ten minutes, each person must hand over thirty billion Triumphant coins; if you can't come up with it..."

Clang clang,

In an instant,

Front and back doors burst open as a group of fully armed soldiers rushed in, guns pointed at the nobles and capitalists present.

"None of you here are summoners; a bullet to the head will really cause an explosion!"

Steve took out a timer and began the countdown,

"Remember, ten minutes, thirty billion."

"Not a single minute can be missing!"

Seeing Steve's solemn expression, his face actually revealed a determination unafraid of death.

The nobles on site understood; this guy is really serious this time!

"Thirty billion... isn't that a bit excessive?"

If I fork out thirty billion, my business will be completely ruined, and by then I'll have nothing but my underwear left.

Can you ask for a little less?

A noble looked at Steve pitifully, hoping for a bit of sympathy.

But what greeted him was not a warm gaze.

but the cold muzzle of a gun.

Bang!

Steve raised his gun.

He blew the noble's head apart.

"Is this a vegetable market? I'm not here to haggle with you!"

"Don't think I don't know your little tricks—transferring assets, selling off holdings, making the books look broke while you're filthy rich in private."

"I'm still saying the same thing: this is the final showdown, and I must win no matter what."

"If we win, good days lie ahead."

"If we lose, nobody will have it easy."

"I know some of you are already scheming, trying to move your assets to Dragon Nation… heh heh, let me tell you straight: there's no way!"

"Dragon Nation has made it clear: they're not letting any foreign citizens onto their territory now."

"So we're all in the same boat, folks—make your decision quickly; you only have seven minutes left."

He finished speaking.

Steve plopped into a chair, crossed his arms, and gave the assembled nobles a cold, indifferent glance.

Fear still lingered on the nobles' faces, especially after seeing the corpse on the ground, making their hearts tremble.

Soon, someone couldn't withstand the pressure any longer.

"Thirty… thirty billion, right? I'll have someone transfer it right away!"

Saying that, the noble picked up his phone and transferred thirty billion to Steve's account in under three minutes.

Don't even talk about such a huge sum—it can't be done in three minutes.

The Triumphant Alliance is now in a state of emergency.

All financial and banking channels are under Steve's control.

With a leader setting the example, others also began frantically selling off their assets, and soon,

Hundreds of billions of funds poured into Steve's account.