Chapter 445: Jinshan City Shakes! Jinshan... Was Already in Xicheng District!

These people sipping red wine are members of the Golden Hall of the Six Harmonies Society.

The middle‑aged man sitting on the sofa is Hall Master Ceng Yunzhong.

Even a night before the rebellion broke out, he had already received Su Yang's secret letter.

The letter's content was simple, just one sentence—

'If the draw receives a lukewarm response, take the gold to Xicheng District.'

At first, Ceng Yunzhong could not fathom Su Yang's intention.

But when he got a box of gold, his mind was instantly cleared!

He ordered his subordinates overnight to smash the gold into pieces about the size of a finger.

Then, when the rebellion erupted, he and a few clever subordinates pre‑emptively buried the gold in the snow.

After that…

As expected!

Once the first person dared to try it, the rest would go crazy.

This 'gold‑digging ceremony' has lasted a full five hours from start to now.

And the gold they have unearthed accounts for less than half of what Ceng Yunzhong scattered.

"There's no divine intervention; it's just a gift from the Six Harmonies Society," Ceng Yunzhong said, his mouth twitching slightly.

In reality, he felt a sharp pain in his flesh.

The money‑obsessed him instantly thought of claiming the gold as his own the moment he received it.

It was only when he heard that Su Yang had beheaded the Search Army commander that he sobered up.

The situation had already slipped beyond control; disobeying Su Yang's orders would inevitably bring unpredictable trouble.

After a long period of idleness, he finally earned Su Yang's heavy reliance.

With such a good chance, how could he not perform well?

"Boss, will what we're doing cause the gold to depreciate?" a Little Brother asked curiously.

"It might in peaceful times, but during wartime the gold will not only retain value, it will appreciate," Ceng Yunzhong said with a calculating smile.

"Why?"

"Simple logic: first, hedging demand rises; second, the supply chain is disrupted."

"So even if we sell more gold, it won't disturb the market?"

"It certainly won't in the short term, and besides, it's not only Jinshan City that needs gold," Ceng Yunzhong replied.

"So the boss had already thought of that," the Little Brother realized.

All of this is groundwork for Jinshan.

If the Six Harmonies Society acquires such a Gold Mine and sells without limits, it will surely attract others' covetous eyes.

The price might also shrink.

Even though gold is a non‑renewable resource.

"Let's not speculate on the boss's intent; gold may fall, but it will never drop to cabbage price. He certainly has more plans than that," Ceng Yunzhong said.

"What's our next task?"

"Just wait and see how tomorrow's news is written."

"News?"

"Hey, the boss already bribed the Editor-in-Chief of Jinshan Daily, and Feng Niangzi left ahead of us to deliver the goods."

"Oh…"

…

The next day.

The first light scattered, turning the white snow into a golden hue.

After a full day of Warlord devastation, South City District was riddled with countless wounds and devastation.

The ruins were countless, and over ten thousand displaced civilians were scattered.

The slum was packed; people had no choice but to migrate to other districts.

Yet the Warlord issued a curfew at dawn, strictly forbidding anyone to go out.

They called this measure 'protecting the safety of other districts,' but in reality it was blatant imprisonment.

The homeless had no voice in heaven or earth, not even a channel to lodge complaints.

The Warlord's word covered the sky; their decree was iron law!

Kaiyang Street.

Su Yang slowly opened his eyes, saw the collapsed ruins around him, and yawned.

"Good morning, everyone~"

"Boss Su's good attitude, actually managing to fall asleep amid endless artillery," Xiao Wenxue teased.

He had not closed his eyes for a day and night; though he still looked vigorous, a few red veins showed in his eyes.

Undoubtedly, he stared at Su Yang the whole night!

"That's just how I am; other things don't work for me, but my sleep is excellent. When I'm not gaming, I can sleep over ten hours a day," Su Yang said.

"After death you'll lie in eternal sleep; why sleep so much while alive? Boss Su, don't you intend to linger a bit longer to see the world twice?" Xiao Wenxue asked.

"No need; even if I see more, I won't remember after death, so why waste energy?"

"Moreover… death is still too far away for me," Su Yang said softly.

"Boss Su's boldness, this mindset truly makes me admire you," Xiao Wenxue said with a smile.

"One should live like this; Guardian Xiao should practice more kindness and virtue daily, otherwise after death you'll go to hell with no chance of resurrection," Su Yang said.

"Is that so? It seems you're sure Lin Yang can get out alive?" Xiao Wenxue's eyes suddenly turned sharp.

"My brother's abilities, no one knows better than I do." Su Yang said lightly.

"Then you'll probably be disappointed this time; the bet didn't specify a time limit or concrete Judgment boundaries."

"I know you're playing word games; as long as the Warlord never stops the hunt, victory will never belong to me."

"Since you know, why aren't you afraid?"

"You probably haven't experienced Trickery, have you?"

"What is that?"

"A player who possesses Trickery can create the game themselves, draft the rules, and arbitrarily alter the rules; his methods are harsher and more brutal than yours." Su Yang noticed his gaze shift slightly and continued:

"In comparison, your gambling art is just child's play."

"Su, the Gang Leader's implication… if you can beat Trickery, can you also beat me?" Xiao Wenxue asked.

"Before the matter is sealed and concluded, I dare not speak so boldly." Su Yang pursed his lips and smiled.

"I'm curious—because of your selfishness, thousands were killed or injured, tens of thousands displaced; don't you have nightmares when you sleep?" Xiao Wenxue asked again.

"The one who kills isn't me; what does it have to do with me?"

"Is there a difference between indirect killing and direct killing?"

"By your logic, if you don't frame me, how would I cut people? Strictly speaking, you're the chief culprit."

"Su, the Gang Leader really is quick‑tongued; today I've truly seen it."

"Likewise, Xiao, the Guardian's verbal skill isn't bad either."

The two locked eyes and laughed aloud together.

At that moment, a Qinglong Gang subordinate handed over a newspaper.

Xiao Wenxue glanced, uninterested, just as he was about to look away, a peripheral glimpse caught something, and his expression suddenly grew solemn.

Su Yang saw his change of expression, smiled and said, "What did today's newspaper publish? May I have a look?"

Xiao Wenxue ignored him and carefully studied the newspaper's contents.

"Jinshan Birth… Heaven reveals its spirit… gold appearing on Xicheng District streets?"

"The Warlord Leader's corpse ended up on the street?"

"A few days ago the Xicheng District Factory Area collapsed; the real cause was an Earthquake?"

"The Earthquake caused Jinshan to shift?"

Xiao Wenxue suddenly looked up at the smiling Su Yang, his pupils narrowing slightly, "Did you cause this?"

"Xiao, the Guardian, that statement is off." Su Yang spread his hands,

"I've always been within your field of vision; it has nothing to do with me."

"Jinshan… has always been in Xicheng District."