Chapter 197: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

After A Wen died, those imp underlings who had once served under him were all in a panic.

Some wanted to run, some wanted to cause trouble, and others were watching and waiting; the atmosphere of the entire outpost became strange.

Yaduoduo stood on the second floor, watching the underlings whispering below, and already had an idea in mind.

It picked out the core members closest to A Wen and divided them into two groups.

For one group, it constantly picked at them in public, scolded them, deducted their wages, and assigned them to the dirtiest fence work.

For the other group of core members, Yaduoduo instead welcomed them with smiles.

The wages they were due were not missing a single bit, and the rest time they were due was not lacking at all.

Just like that, first divide them, then suppress one group and win over the other.

It had mastered these methods without a teacher, as if born knowing them.

The suppressed group was unconvinced: why were those who had once served A Wen together with them now living so comfortably?

They began badmouthing Yaduoduo behind its back, but when these words reached the ears of the privileged group, they were unhappy.

Who told you to be so loyal to A Wen before? Now that Lord Ya has taken office, you still can't tell good from bad.

This view completely infuriated the suppressed group; clearly, they had all agreed to rebel against Yaduoduo at first.

How is it that now a few petty gains have bought you off?

The other group naturally refused to admit they had changed their minds because of Yaduoduo's differential treatment.

Neither group would submit to the other, and in the end they had a fierce gunfight.

From then on, the two sides were at odds, making things difficult for each other everywhere.

The conflict shifted from Yaduoduo to the unequal treatment between them.

After dealing with these troublemaking core members and killing a few ringleaders to establish authority, no one dared question Yaduoduo's position again.

The heads of those ringleaders were hung at the outpost doorway, stinking to high heaven.

Passersby had to cover their noses, but no one dared take them down.

From then on, those imps lowered their heads when they saw Yaduoduo, calling it "Lord Ya" louder than anyone else.

Some imps even began imitating its clothing, wearing Yaduoduo-style fake tooth necklaces around their necks.

The Green Skin Waaagh Force Field also began to take effect.

Those underlings "reckoned" Yaduoduo was Big Boss, so Yaduoduo began to grow stronger.

Its originally frail body grew to about 1.5 meters in a single day.

Muscles bulged from its withered skeleton, as sturdy as the Muscle Sikug in the fence.

It walked with wind in its step, and even its gaze was different.

No longer the timid skulking, it had a domineering "I say what goes" air.

It stood before the mirror, looked for a long time, and grinned nonstop.

"Am I mighty now?" it asked Lin En.

Lin En looked at its 1.5-meter height, then at his own 1.8-meter height, and shook his head.

Yaduoduo didn't mind, continuing to strike poses before the mirror.

It was no longer the little imp Pi Ke mocked, but a true cadre in appearance.

Walking down the road, the imps who had once bullied it all took detours.

Pi Ke saw it, and the smile on his face was uglier than crying; he nodded and bowed, calling it "Lord Ya."

Yaduoduo also called him "Lord Pi," in exactly the same tone Pi Ke had used when showing off before it.

Only after becoming a cadre did Yaduoduo learn how greedy A Wen was.

It had originally thought A Wen was greedy for at most half.

Who would have thought the funds allocated to the gang were ten ordinary teeth per imp worker per day!

But when it had first taken over, it only got two teeth a day.

A Wen had embezzled a full eighty percent, and only the rest was given to the workers.

Two teeth were just enough to keep one from starving to death; otherwise, its appetite might have been even greater.

Holding the account book A Wen had personally written, it grew angrier the more it looked, wishing it could dig A Wen up and kill him again.

These workers of theirs toiled day and night, chased by Squigs, cursed by A Wen, and in the end only got twenty percent.

While A Wen did nothing and could take eighty percent just lying down.

What the hell kind of logic is this?

"I'm going to raise the wages to five teeth a day!" It slapped the table, eyes wide, and its hand cannon almost fell to the ground.

"Let those brats know that following me is ten times better than following A Wen!"

Lin En watched it from the side without speaking.

He knew Yaduoduo was angry, and saying anything now was useless.

Wait until it calmed down, then speak—it wouldn't be too late.

After Yaduoduo calmed down, Lin En spoke.

His voice wasn't loud, but it quickly cooled Yaduoduo down:

"If they rise this much all at once, they won't be grateful to you."

"Instead, they'll think you definitely earn more than A Wen, and all this is just charity."

Yaduoduo was awakened by these words.

Having climbed up from the Slum, it knew the minds of the Slum's lowlifes all too well.

Greedy, filthy, bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

"If you give too much, they won't be grateful; they'll only think you can afford to give even more."

"If you can't keep up this amount later, they'll actually end up hating you."

"So how much should we raise it?" Yaduoduo asked.

"Three." Lin En said.

"Better than before is enough."

"Good!"

Yaduoduo did as Lin En said, and the effect was indeed very good.

Those lowlifes, upon receiving three Teeth, had their eyes light up one by one, and worked harder than before.

Some even came to thank Yaduoduo, saying they had never met such a good cadre in their lives.

Yaduoduo felt delighted inside, but put on a calm face.

Still, it had some doubts in its heart, and finally couldn't help but ask.

"One against seven, how did you come up with all this?"

Lin En had long been prepared for this.

"Back when I was scavenging, I once found a secret manual."

"It had a lot written on it; that situation just now was mentioned in the book."

Yaduoduo was curious, but didn't ask further.

In the Green Skin's World, strange things abound.

Finding a secret manual that teaches principles isn't unusual.

It nodded, put the matter behind it, and continued to bury itself in the ledger.

Just as Yaduoduo was busily managing its own Dingxi.

The Little One sat on its Chair, looking at A Wen's already rotting Head.

After several days, the Head had begun to stink, attracting some Insects that kept circling.

But overall it was still intact, and the Wound was still clearly visible.

It turned it over and over, finding it more and more suspicious.

This Head wasn't cut off by a Blade; it was torn off, torn off by terrifying great force.

A lowlife, where would they get such Strength?

The Little One put down the Head, leaned against the Chair back, and narrowed its eyes into a slit.

It remembered the night Yaduoduo first came to find it.

It was a thin, small figure, trembling even while walking; how could it possibly do this?

And those Rumors.

The lowlifes who escaped back from the Tavern all said A Wen was killed by a "Purple Shadow."

Fast as Wind, fierce as lightning, impossible to see what it was.

Some said the Shadow had four arms, some said it was covered in spikes all over, some said it emerged from the ground.

All sorts of things were said, but one thing was common: that thing definitely wasn't a lowlife.

The Little One's gaze turned playful; it touched the few sparse Beard hairs on its Chin, then looked at the rotting Head on the Table.

"Could it... be a Beastman?"