hsntnovel Chapter 129 Good news is we're hiring, bad news is we've recruited our ancestors!
Chapter 129 Good news is we're hiring, bad news is we've recruited our ancestors!
Gunshots echoed through the valley, startling several birds into flight.
The once joyful refugee procession fell silent instantly, the crowd shrinking back like startled quails.
The middle-aged woman whose package had been trampled was holding her child, trembling with fear, too scared to even cry out.
Zhang Yi's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
He turned around, staring at the arrogant, bald, burly man, his teeth grinding together: "Wang Qiang! What do you mean? These are survivors escorted by the Dragon Kingdom army, not some refugees! Do I need to report to you to approve their entry into the port?"
The bald, burly man called Wang Qiang completely disregarded Zhang Yi's anger.
He tilted his head and picked at his ear with his little finger, his contemptuous posture practically screaming "I deserve a beating!"
"Oh, Commander Zhang is angry?"
Wang Qiang chuckled and swaggered over, his triangular eyes greedily scanning the black armor plating of the Blazing Flame, a hint of undisguised jealousy and greed flashing in his eyes.
"Commander Zhang, that's not right," Wang Qiang said sarcastically. "Although you are nominally in charge of Twin Peaks, the rules in Hanwu City are set by our Spirit Source Cultivator Association. All our Spirit Source Cultivators need to eat. If we don't hand over supplies, how are we supposed to survive? Our brothers risked their lives to build this safe zone. Why should they live here for free?"
He whirled around, pointed at the ragged refugees, and his voice suddenly rose: "Listen up! It's ten catties of grain or equivalent supplies per person! If you can't hand over the supplies, get the hell back into the sea!"
"Ten catties of grain?!"
A desperate commotion erupted from the crowd.
They'd been adrift at sea for so long, they'd practically eaten all the tree bark, and they couldn't even scrape together ten grains of rice, let alone ten pounds of grain. This wasn't collecting a toll; it was blatant robbery, driving them to their deaths.
"Wang Qiang! How dare you!"
Zhang Yi took a step forward, and the spiritual energy fluctuations on his body suddenly erupted, causing the surrounding dust to scatter and fly in all directions.
He pointed at Wang Qiang's nose and roared, "Does the Spirit Source Association want to rebel? This is wartime! The military is in charge of all supplies! You're playing with fire!"
Faced with the pressure of a level 5 expert, Wang Qiang only took a half step back, his face still bearing that smug, fearless sneer.
"Rebellion? That's an overstatement."
Wang Qiang scoffed, patted the shotgun in his hand, and looked at Zhang Yi with a defiant gaze: "Commander Zhang, wake up, what time is it now?"
"The Dragon Kingdom's army? That's outdated! On this land, might makes right! Our leader said we also contributed to the defense of these twin peaks, so it's only right that we get a little something for our hard work!"
"You..." Zhang Yi trembled with anger, his right hand already on the pistol at his waist.
But he hesitated to draw his gun.
It's not that we dare not, but that we cannot.
The Spirit Source Association wields immense power in Hanwu City, having absorbed over 90% of wild Spirit Source users, and its strength even surpasses that of the garrison.
If a bloodbath breaks out here, the interior of Twin Peaks will be awash in blood before the next zombie horde even arrives.
Seeing Zhang Yi's discomfiture, Wang Qiang became even more smug.
His gaze passed over Zhang Yi and landed on Chen Yan and Lu Sheng standing behind him.
These two people have an extraordinary presence.
Chen Yan was dressed in a general's uniform, his clothes spotless, and he exuded a fierce and murderous aura.
And that boy in white... he looks pretty handsome. Although I can't tell how powerful he is, the fact that he's standing in the center means he's definitely not someone to mess with.
Wang Qiang's eyes darted around, and his mind started working.
"These two brothers look unfamiliar." Wang Qiang chewed gum and swaggered over, completely ignoring Zhang Yi. He gestured towards Chen Yan and Lu Sheng with his chin, "You guys are also Spirit Source Users, right? Judging by your physiques, you've trained?"
Chen Yan looked at him coldly, as if he were looking at a clown who didn't know his own mortality.
Wang Qiang, however, assumed the other party was intimidated by his aura and became even more brazen in his attempts to poach their men: "Hey you two, what future do you have following these poor soldiers?"
"So many rules, and you have to worry about the lives of these burdensome people, isn't it exhausting?"
"Why not join our Spirit Source Cultivator Association? Our president is a Level 6 Spirit Source Cultivator, practically a god in Hanwu City! If you just nod your head, you'll live the high life, with women, food, power, and status—you can have as much as you want. It's a hundred times better than being a nanny here!"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Hai, who had remained silent until now, finally couldn't hold back any longer.
"Hey!"
Zhou Hai laughed in anger, the fat jowls on his face twitching. He turned to Zhao Ze and said, "Old Zhao, listen to what this bastard is saying? He wants us to be his dogs, some damn chairman?"
Zhao remained expressionless, not even lifting his eyelids: "He probably got seawater in his brain, and it's ruined his brain."
"Fuck your mother! You're so ungrateful!"
Wang Qiang's expression changed, revealing his vicious nature.
He's used to being a tyrant in this small area, when has he ever been insulted like this before?
"Are you fucking looking to die?" Wang Qiang raised his gun, pointing it directly at Zhou Hai's forehead. "Believe it or not, I'll crack your skull open right now!"
"Split open?"
The anger in Zhou Hai's eyes ignited instantly. He slammed his fists together, and with a "boom," two balls of orange-red flames instantly enveloped his fists, causing the surrounding air temperature to rise sharply.
"Come on! Hit me here!" Zhou Hai pointed to his forehead, grinning maliciously as he took a step forward. "If I don't beat the shit out of you today, I'm not a Zhou!"
The situation was on the verge of spiraling out of control, with tensions running high between the two sides, and a single spark could ignite the entire scene.
Lu Sheng, who had been silent all along, suddenly moved.
He didn't speak or unleash any skills; he simply took a step forward.
A light step.
"Thump."
This footstep didn't seem to land on the ground; it felt as if it had struck Wang Qiang's heart.
An invisible yet terrifying pressure descended without warning.
That was the gaze of a superior predator looking down upon its prey, the indifference of a dragon towards an ant.
Dragon's Might.
Wang Qiang's arrogant expression instantly froze on his face.
He felt the air around him suddenly become incredibly thick, like solidified cement, pressing down on his bones and making them crack.
In that instant, he seemed to see a pair of huge, golden vertical pupils coldly staring at him from behind the white-clad youth.
"Well……"
Wang Qiang's face turned deathly pale, his knees buckled, and the fear etched deep in his genes made him unable to control his body. His legs trembled, and he uncontrollably wanted to kneel down.
Lu Sheng put one hand in his pocket, lowered his head slightly, and looked at the burly man who had just been shouting.
"You just said..." Lu Sheng's voice was soft, yet it clearly reached everyone present, "Whoever has the bigger fist, rules?"
He slowly raised his right hand, and a dark red rune appeared faintly in his palm, causing the surrounding space to distort slightly.
"How about... we have a fistfight?"
P.S.: Today's update (3/4).