Chapter 198: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Lying inside Yaduoduo's new outpost, Lin En, who had just been about to "log off," suddenly felt a subtle change in this body of his.

He couldn't say exactly what had happened, only that he felt the body was slowly developing a sense of belonging here?

Consciousness returning to the Peak Black Radiance, Lin En immediately had Lena check One-Seven.

Indeed, part of its physiological structure had transformed into that of a true Green Skin.

"Looks like someone's taken the bait," Lin En said with a smile.

Obviously, some "big shot" had discovered its existence and thought it was an Ork Boyz.

From then on, all he needed to do was deepen that impression.

The next day, Yaduoduo was summoned to Little One's outpost in the name of Management Territory Merit.

The news came at noon, and Yaduoduo was checking the Squigs' growth by the fence.

It had changed into A Wen's armor, the steel helmet polished to a shine, looking imposing.

Hand cannon slung behind its back, bao dan stuffed in its waist pouch, walking with swagger, followed by several newly recruited underlings, quite the spectacle.

But in front of Little One, it was still a small fry.

Little One sat in a chair, looking down at it from above.

Those small eyes buried in green skin flesh stared at Yaduoduo for several seconds, making Yaduoduo's heart go cold.

Little One first praised it a few words, saying it managed well, output was up, and the gangs were satisfied.

Yaduoduo hurriedly acted humble, saying it was all thanks to Big Boss's cultivation and the underlings' efforts, and it had merely basked in everyone's glory.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Little One changed the subject.

"By the way, Yaduoduo, I've always been curious—how exactly did you kill A Wen back then?"

"Not doubting you, just curious—that guy was useless, but he still had dozens of underlings protecting him."

"You alone, how did you pull it off?"

Yaduoduo's left hand instinctively clenched, then instantly relaxed.

Its heartbeat quickened by a few beats, but its face showed no change.

Having mixed in the slums for so long, what it was best at was putting on an act.

It swallowed a mouthful of saliva and began spouting nonsense.

"Big Boss, actually, I don't know what happened either."

【32 "One day I was walking down the road, tripped, hit my head on a stone, and passed out."

One day, I was walking down the road, tripped and fell, hit my head on a rock, and passed out.

"After waking up, I felt like I'd awakened something special......"

"Like Second Big Boss Sis?" Little One's gaze turned sharp.

Its small eyes carefully examined Yaduoduo's face, trying to spot a flaw.

"Yes! Yes! Just like Second Big Boss!" Yaduoduo got more and more worked up, gesturing wildly, his voice rising an octave.

"From that day on, I discovered I could summon a purple figure to help me fight, and I call it a 'Stand'!"

"That guy was powerful—fast and strong—and A Wen couldn't react in time before being......"

"That's all I have to say, Big Boss, please don't be angry."

At this moment Little One's expression was priceless, completely like "are you kidding me?"

Its mouth corner twitched, but it held back and didn't flare up.

Yaduoduo did have talent in management—in just three days, output from two Muscle Sikug Fences had risen by ten percent.

Mainly because the Squigs were being treated better, plus reduced embezzlement, so naturally more Sigu Meat was turned in.

This was a guy who could make it money, no need to casually kill him.

And if Yaduoduo really had a Beastman behind him, it couldn't act rashly either.

Because Beastmen often didn't appear alone.

And what a group of Beastmen could do in a pile of lice, it knew too well.

It didn't press further, instead standing up and smilingly patting Yaduoduo's shoulder, with such force it nearly slapped Yaduoduo flat.

"Good, you've got guts! Since you're so capable, I'll give you another fence."

"From now on, the West Side Fence is also under your charge."

Hearing this, Yaduoduo frowned.

The West Side Fence had always been the turf of the most senior cadre, A Wu.

A Wu managed two fences, rumored to have over three hundred thugs under him, the most troublesome character in the Muscle Sikug Park.

It had mixed in this pasture for so many years, never daring to look A Wu in the eye.

That guy supposedly used to be logistics in Kal No. 2 Regular Forces, and after his troop was wiped out, he came back to be a cadre.

He had a few real weapons in hand, plus a gang of fearless underlings.

Little One assigning A Wu's turf to Yaduoduo was equivalent to letting Yaduoduo alone take half the park.

This was no reward—clearly a hot potato.

But on the surface Yaduoduo acted overwhelmed with gratitude, nearly wanting to kneel and kowtow, mouth nonstop saying "Thank you Big Boss, thank you Big Boss."

In the instant it secretly raised its head, it saw Little One's gaze.

There was no trust in that gaze, only cold suspicion.

Back at the Outpost, Yaduoduo shut the Door, the smile on his face vanished instantly, leaned against the Door, and panted heavily.

"One against seven, trouble." It told Lin En what had just happened.

For some reason, it had an instinctive trust in this Beastman of unknown origin.

After listening, Lin En did not hurry, but only asked:

"What else did the Grot say? Not a word left out."

Yaduoduo replayed the Dialogue once.

From entering to leaving, every sentence, every Detail, was spoken.

After listening, Lin En pondered for a while, and said: "This is to use A Wu's hand to test you."

Since Yaduoduo was born, the Ji Rou Si Gu Gu Yuan Qu had been a three-way division of power.

Three cadres, each managing two Fences, none wanting to take more.

Now Yaduoduo alone occupied three Fences, and had taken the territory of A Wu, the oldest in seniority.

It also heard that A Wu and A Wen were very close, the two having struggled together in this Pasture for several years.

A Wen died, and his territory was taken by someone; could A Wu endure?

If he did not act, how could he hold his head up before his subordinates in the future?

Yaduoduo was somewhat flustered:

"What do we do? Even if you help, A Wu has over three hundred thugs under him, we can't fight them......"

"How many do we have? At most less than one hundred and fifty, and half of them are newly recruited Wall Head grass."

"Those guys, loud-mouthed, but when it comes to fighting to the death, they'll surely run faster than each other."

Lin En looked at it, unhurriedly asking:

"What do you think, what exactly does the Grot want to test about you?"

Yaduoduo thought for a moment: "Test what?"

Yaduoduo's brain operated rapidly.

It recalled the gaze the Grot had when looking at it, and the rumors about the "Purple Shadow."

Suddenly, it thought of the rotten head beside the Grot during this meeting.

That was A Wen's head.

"Could it be that it has already guessed A Wen's death was suspicious, not killed by me?"

"Or rather, not killed by me alone, it suspects someone is behind me......"

Lin En interjected: "A Beastman."

The Room fell silent, only the distant calls of Squigs could be heard.

In the Sikug Ranch dominated by Fart Spirits, the power of Beastmen was subversive.

Those Ork Boyz, one could fight dozens of Fart Spirits; to Fart Spirits, they naturally bore the suppression of superiors.

A half-crippled Big Guy Beastman could become the foreman of the entire Ranch, managing over ten thousand Fart Spirits.

And the Grot, of course, wanted to know what Yaduoduo was hiding behind him.

If it were just a lucky Fart Spirit, it didn't matter, let it toss about.

But if it were a Beastman, the nature of the matter would be completely different.

Yaduoduo's complexion kept changing, "Then what do we do?"

Lin En shook his head: "You know, when others suspect you have a Blade, what is the best Method?"

Yaduoduo thought for a while, sighed: "Don't know......"

"Very simple, you'd best really have a Blade, and draw it out."

Yaduoduo's eyes widened, and he suddenly understood.

"But, having only you as one Beastman is not enough to draw a Sword."

Lin En smiled: "Who told you there's only me?"