Chapter 193

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Yaduoduo is ambitious, dreaming of becoming the wealthiest fart sprite.

It also has the cunning a fart sprite should have, able to act in front of Pi Ke, switch attitudes in an instant, and hide its hatred in its heart.

At the same time, it is familiar with the rules there, knowing how to curry favor and how to climb up.

And most importantly, it now has nothing, and has a certain trust in Lin En.

A person who has nothing but is ambitious is the best partner.

Lin En decides to support Yaduoduo, letting it stand out first.

He himself hides in the dark, acting as the mysterious violent mechanism behind it.

This way he can accumulate resources and prestige without exposing his true identity as One vs Seven too early.

Wait until the time is ripe, then rely on Yaduoduo's prestige to let them know that a brand new Green Skin Clan has emerged from a Sikug Ranch.

He closed his eyes, and his consciousness began to sink.

Before he even opened his eyes, he heard Yaduoduo's voice explode by his ear:

"Up! If you don't get up, there's no food!"

Lin En opened his eyes, seeing that thin face close in front of him.

Dirty, but without malice.

"Come, I'll take you to eat." Yaduoduo pulled him up from the cardboard.

"There's fresh stew pot in the cafeteria today, go late and it's gone."

Lin En followed Yaduoduo outside in a daze.

The cafeteria was a shed built from scrap materials, the iron sheets crooked, the plastic sheeting flapping in the wind.

Inside were dozens of crooked tables.

Over a hundred fart sprites were queuing, holding teeth in their hands, staring eagerly at the big pot ahead.

The thing in the pot was stew pot, the staple food of the Duo Duo Lv Pi.

Yaduoduo sniffed the smell, its eyes shining, unable to resist wiping the saliva from the corner of its mouth.

When it was their turn, Yaduoduo exchanged one tooth for a large piece of stew pot.

It broke the stew pot into three portions, carefully wrapping two portions in rags and stuffing them into its bosom, holding the remaining one in its hands.

"Eat one portion a day, can last three days."

It said, its tone carrying the meticulous calculation unique to a small role.

Lin En looked at that gray thing emitting a strange smell, his stomach surging.

But Yaduoduo had already started eating, stuffing big mouthfuls into its mouth, eating until its face was covered.

Lin En did not choose to exchange for food.

He came to a general store beside the cafeteria, pushing all his earnings from shoveling shit for a day yesterday, two teeth, to the window.

"What do you want?" a fart sprite wearing a monocle inside asked.

"Paint, purple."

That fart sprite widened its eyes and looked at Lin En.

It looked at Lin En wrapped in a rag, not at all like a Tech Boss kid.

But it didn't ask more, having teeth and not earning is being a sha bi.

It rummaged out a broken jar from behind, containing half a jar of murky purple liquid.

This is the lowest quality paint, pungent smell, murky color.

In the Green Skin world, paint is important supplies.

Painted red run fast, painted blue good luck, painted green most waaaagh, painted purple can turn invisible.

So the price of paint has always been high, two teeth for paint Lin En was already very satisfied.

Lin En took the jar, carefully tucking it away.

Yaduoduo stared with wide eyes beside him:

"Why did you buy paint? That thing can't be eaten!"

Lin En smiled, not explaining.

"You'll know when we go back."

The two walked back, passing through those crooked scrap buildings.

Lin En began to gather information.

"Yaduoduo, who calls the shots in the Muscle Sikug Ranch area?"

Yaduoduo's eyes turned, understanding what Lin En was asking.

"You want to climb up?"

Lin En did not deny.

Yaduoduo lowered its voice, starting to give him a lesson.

Gang bosses can't manage such a large area all at once, so every area has several cadres.

Muscle Sikug Ranch has three cadres, each managing two fences.

Every officer had several hundred fart sprites under him, responsible for feeding, shoveling shit, carrying things, and repairing fences.

The fence where Yaduoduo was located was managed by a gang officer called "Little Shrimp."

"The officer of our fence is called A Wen," Yaduoduo said, his tone filled with hatred.

"That bastard is the worst, collects the most teeth, and does the least work."

"Every night he goes to the tavern to get dead drunk, and after drinking he curses and beats people."

It didn't continue, because Yaduoduo had also been whipped by A Wen.

Only out of face-saving did it feel embarrassed to say it in front of Lin En.

"How many people are around it?" Lin En asked.

"Usually dozens, I guess," Yaduoduo thought for a moment.

"When drunk, even fewer, most passed out in the tavern."

Lin En pondered for a while, saying: "If A Wen is gone, who can replace it?"

Yaduoduo glanced at Lin En, its eyes slowly lighting up.

As a cunning fart sprite, it quickly understood Lin En's meaning.

"A Wen has two small chieftains below him; logically it's their turn."

"But if someone kills A Wen..." its voice lowered.

"And give some tribute to Little Shrimp, that officer will naturally go to whoever killed him."

In the world of Green Skin, power transitions don't need to be so roundabout.

Win the fight, and the other's position is naturally yours.

Of course, you also have to be ready at any time to welcome challenges and be toppled by others.

Lin En smiled meaningfully.

"Better to choose a day than to hit the day; how about tonight?"

Yaduoduo's legs began to tremble: "J-just the two of us?"

"Are you afraid?"

Yaduoduo swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Wanting to say afraid, but looking at Lin En's pair of purple eyes, it swallowed the words back.

"Not afraid! What scenes haven't I, Yaduoduo, seen!"

Although it was trembling, its tone was already quite firm.

"It's fine, I have a way to deal with them," Lin En said.

Returning to his dwelling, Lin En started working.

He took out that jar of purple pigment and dyed a piece of rags he'd dug out of the rubbish heap purple.

Then according to memory, he cut that piece of cloth into something barely wearable, a few holes, a rope.

An oversized "Ninja Fu" appeared in his hand.

He put on that Ninja Fu and tied it tight with the rope.

Yaduoduo looked at him, rubbing its eyes in disbelief.

Clearly the person was standing right there, but if you didn't look closely, you simply couldn't notice.

That purple figure seemed to have merged into the shadows of the hut, like a nonexistent wisp of air.

"Y-you, how did you do it?" Yaduoduo stammered.

Yaduoduo's performance made Lin En very satisfied; making the clothes in the style of a Ninja Fu seemed to have enhanced the invisibility effect.

"This is something I've had in my mind since birth; now I've just made it."

Lin En didn't explain too much.

"When the time comes, you're responsible for stopping people, I'm responsible for taking action."

Yaduoduo finally had confidence this time.

"Good!"