Chapter 120: Slaughter (In honor of the Pingshen Roar Alliance Leader!)

Night.

Aaron changed into cheap clothes, put on a peaked cap, and arrived outside the Green Forest Cathedral.

"The cathedral is very dangerous for me!"

He casually tossed a coin and caught it in mid-air.

Opening his hand to look, it was heads up, representing affirmation.

"The Green Forest Church is dangerous even for the current me? Does it have Extraordinary guards who have opened the Third Primordial Substance, or perhaps even a Non-human Existence?"

"This..."

This scene terrified the gang members, who usually killed without blinking and only heard of the Mysterious in legendary stories.

He coughed, his voice turning serious: "I can charge you only 20 pounds a month, but for the first contribution, I need a large sum of capital."

"Boss!"

Or rather—renamed by him—Secret Source!

This power, which represents the source of the Mysterious, once created the Scarlet Creator and also led to the fall of many Fate Masters.

Even the few cold-faced gunmen had their facial muscles twitch, and they chose to retreat without hesitation.

"We are from the Blood Hand Gang; if you don't want to die, get lost."

Aaron pressed down on his peaked cap and vanished into the darkness.

'As expected, they are all ordinary people; they ran away after being scared... If they had persisted, they would have discovered that this is essentially just a phantom with no lethality at all...'

Aaron manipulated the phantom to ask a question.

He stood like a sculpture, or perhaps a night watchman, walking past them on his own and looking at the pursuers behind.

But in the end, he gritted his teeth: "I can gather 300 pounds in cash by tomorrow!"

They screamed, constantly retreating backward.

Bamian clutched the wound on his body, his heart filled with sorrow.

Just then, he saw a man wearing a black trench coat and a mask appear in front of him.

Bamian suddenly became somewhat hesitant; his subordinates had suffered heavy losses today, and he needed to pay compensation.

At that moment, the man wearing the Raven Mask chuckled, his head splitting open abruptly and transforming into a giant bird beak.

Aaron thought for a moment and arrived at the warehouse where Bamian had taken him that day.

The corners of Aaron's mouth curled up bit by bit: "It seems... I've come at a very opportune time!"

For these gangs, the division of territory is a very serious matter; many times, battles erupt due to the overstepping of rival gang members.

The pale-faced Bamian was a world apart from his previous arrogant demeanor, struggling to bend his back and bow.

Following this came the sound of blades piercing human bodies, as well as a great deal of roaring.

"Although divination can be interfered with or misled... it is too reckless to proceed knowing there is danger; time is on my side."

"Death?"

"Why are the gangs here so chaotic?"

However, tonight seemed a bit different; he wandered around outside the pawnshop and did not see those people.

Although he needs to rely on constantly improving his own Primordial Substance to better grasp his Spirit Body status, the Spirit Body is also constantly producing Mysterious Units.

This phantom was tall, wearing a pitch-black trench coat, with a silver-white Raven Mask on its face, resembling a pitch-black humanoid crow.

'As expected... there is also my reason.'

A thug shouted, and the gunman beside him had already fired without hesitation.

This time, it was not a small scuffle; at the very least, he had to take all of their gang's liquid capital, otherwise, he couldn't vent the anger of being tracked in the Iver Bridge District!

"Deal!"

"What a pity... my religious tax..."

"We don't know his true appearance, nor do we know his name; we only know his nickname is—The Beast!" This was not a secret, and Bamian answered directly.

Aaron said to himself.

He hid in the darkness, and with a light flick of his right hand wearing the Black Iron ring, he pulled a phantom from the void.

Bang!

In the night, he clearly heard a gunshot.

Clearly, their determination to have the person in front die was firm.

"So, no need to be too anxious; if I can avoid taking risks, I will..."

But now, the plan needs to change.

On his hand, that Black Iron-colored 'Ring of Shadow' was blooming with Mysterious radiance...

The most important thing for them right now is to find another backer!

'Collecting protection money is truly profitable!'

Aaron was short on cash, so he prepared to find the "money-sending gang"—no, the Iron Fist Gang—to provide some funding.

"Mysterious person?"

Within their respective territories, only their own people are allowed to commit crimes; it is somewhat similar to how powerful Animals mark their territory in the natural world.

The phantom let out a soft chuckle, seeing three disheveled figures fleeing from the warehouse, followed by a group of pursuers.

This was the territory of the Iron Fist Gang.

Aaron muttered to himself, then saw Bamian say eagerly: "Mr. Mysterious, are you willing to support our Iron Fist Gang? We are willing to offer you 30—no, 50 pounds every month!"

As long as he accumulates enough years of 'Secret Source Power', Aaron will undoubtedly have a certain degree of confidence in this world.

"Ahhh!"

He had originally intended to make a haul at the church, so he could look for items that suited his fancy at the upcoming Orff Auction House.

The black bird's beak opened, revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs; above the forest-white teeth, strands of blood were still coiled.

Bamian was very clear that without the support of the Mysterious person, there would be no shortage of trouble tonight, and the entire Iron Fist Gang would perish.

The gang pursuers were stunned, for a moment not knowing whether they should continue.

Aaron chuckled softly: "If you want to find me, you can draw the pattern of a crow on the perimeter of your warehouse, and I will come to find you..."

Old Morgan's pawnshop.

A thought suddenly emerged in Aaron's mind: "50 pounds a month, that's 600 pounds a year—no, that's not right, the beast controlled three gangs before, so that's 1800 pounds a year?"

Therefore, by going to Old Morgan's pawnshop, one could find the Iron Fist Gang.

Aaron felt an inexplicable palpitation and asked: "Who is the Mysterious person supporting you from behind the scenes?"

One of Bamian's subordinates was shot, fell to the ground, and screamed: "Save me!"

"Tha... thank you for your rescue, Your Excellency!"

Aaron did not hesitate much and turned to leave.

Aaron manipulated the Shadow, restoring it to the image of the black trench coat man from before.

"Where is the headquarters of the Iron Fist Gang?"

"This... every gang of any scale in Green Forest City has a Mysterious person supporting them behind the scenes..." Bamian gave a bitter smile: "The three gangs entrenched in our territory worshipped a Mysterious person who was confirmed dead by a Mysterious person from a rival gang... That is why they launched the attack."

Bang!

The bullet grazed the phantom, ricocheting off to create a small pit in the back.

"Ahhh!"

"Those high-level bank managers, their annual income is about that much, right?"

The pursuers howled, firing their guns in the darkness, causing fierce muzzle flashes to erupt from their barrels.

After saying this, he controlled this phantom to vanish directly, making Bamian and the others even more awestruck.

They gazed in the direction where Aaron had disappeared, silent for a long time, before gritting their teeth to treat their wounds, cursing the enemies' relatives for who knows how many generations, and clamoring that they would definitely take revenge in the future...

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(End of this chapter)