Hope City.

The moment Zhang Lin returned, he was summoned to the city lord's mansion by the city lord.

"Well done!"

"However, your methods were too forceful. If you rashly kill Peng Yong, Peng Bing's side is likely to cause trouble, especially with the beast tide at hand..."

The city lord first praised him, and then sighed.

Zhang Lin was about to say a few words.

But the city lord said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of Peng Bing if he gets into trouble."

"That won't be necessary..."

Zhang Lin said speechlessly.

"Don't be a show-off!" The city lord glared at him. "Just how many men does Peng Bing have under his command? If a real fight breaks out, do you think you're invincible? However, if you can completely control the vanguard, then you won't have to be afraid of him."

There are over a thousand people, all of whom have extraordinary templates.

This level of power would be considered quite impressive anywhere.

Even the city lord cannot be ignored.

Peng Bing may not be able to immediately produce more than a thousand people with extraordinary templates under his command.

This is the combined wealth of more than twenty forces, large and small.

Nowadays, the city lord is becoming more and more satisfied with Zhang Lin.

The fact that the city lord could get these twenty-odd factions to pool their resources to form a vanguard army is a testament to his abilities.

But to be able to subdue more than twenty forces and initially bring over a thousand people under his control after only one trip is Zhang Lin's skill.

The city lord originally thought that Zhang Lin would need some time to do it.

However, Zhang Lin accomplished it in just one trip.

Although the methods were somewhat harsh, Peng Yong and Liu Guohua were killed directly.

But the city lord didn't really care.

She only cares about the person who can end the apocalypse.

Other people...

In her eyes, they were all scum.

...

Ding Jian walked through the streets of Hope City, his face pale, carrying an urn of ashes.

He was accompanied by representatives of several factions.

The group of people all looked at him with pity.

That's terrible.

He was going to deliver Peng Yong's ashes to Peng Bing in a little while.

If things go wrong, Ding Jian might not be able to come back.

Thinking about it this way, the group suddenly realized that even being a lowly soldier wasn't so unacceptable.

"Old Ding, we'll leave you here. We're going back now."

A tall man patted Ding Jian on the shoulder.

The other people felt the same way.

To be honest, Ding Jian wasn't very popular. If it weren't for wanting to see him make a fool of himself, no one would have come to see him off.

But even if it's just to see a joke, we have to stop now.

Ding Jian held Peng Yong's urn in his arms.

He didn't know whether Zhang Lin's earlier remark was just a casual remark or a hint at something.

But in order not to offend Zhang Lin, he still mixed some soil into Peng Yong's urn...

Anyone who knows Zhang Lin would know that he was just saying it offhand.

He likes to make light of things when he has nothing to do.

He killed someone and then mixed soil into their ashes... He's not that bored.

But Ding Jian was a calculating person, and he didn't dare to gamble, so he did it anyway...

If someone were to open Peng Yong's urn, they would see that the grayish-white ashes were mixed with the dark yellow soil, creating a stark contrast.

Ding Jian couldn't even imagine what Peng Bing would do after seeing the urn containing the ashes...

But he still didn't dare not go.

Lu Dazhao and Li Junhao were watching from behind.

The two of them were furious.

If Zhang Lin hadn't discovered Peng Yong's plan in advance and taken countermeasures, they might already be dead by now.

They hated Peng Yong to no end.

But Peng Yong had already been killed by Zhang Lin.

Even Peng Yong's number one henchman, Liu Guohua, was killed by Zhang Lin.

Therefore, the two of them could only vent their resentment on Ding Jian, their second lackey.

If Ding Jian had slowed down even a little, the two of them would have attacked him immediately.

In the end, Ding Jian still fell into Peng Bing's sphere of influence.

What are you doing?

The two men stopped Ding Jian.

Ding Jianqiang forced a smile. "I'm Ding Peng's nephew. I need to see Boss Peng. Please help me pass on his message."

"Just wait and see."

One of the two guards turned and went inside to report.

At this moment, Peng Bing was also puzzled at home.

"Didn't they say the vanguard army had all returned?"

Why isn't Xiaoyong home?

Because Peng Yong's direct subordinates had all defected to Zhang Lin, he had received no information about the Vanguard Army's intentions at this time.

Those who were on the fence also played their part; seeing Zhang Lin's tough stance, they didn't dare contact Peng Bing.

Peng Bing had no idea that his son had successfully lost weight; the young man, who used to weigh over 100 pounds, now weighed less than 10 pounds.

Peng Bing was in a hurry.

Peng Yong went out on a mission this time.

This time, the goal is to weaken Zhang Lin's power.

Next time, we'll kill Zhang Lin.

He needs to eliminate Zhang Lin, this obstacle, before he can push his son to the city lord's side and let his son receive the most training from the city lord.

Peng Bing mainly felt that if he relied on himself, he could at most be a local bully, living off his own territory.

When the beast tide came, he had to rely on the city lord and live under his roof.

By sending Peng Yong to the city lord for training, and letting Peng Yong take the position of alliance leader, he can gain power through his father's influence and experience the thrill of being a regional boss.

This is the first step of the plan.

Peng Bing has been through a lot, but he was still a little nervous.

"Boss, Ding Peng's nephew, Ding Jian, is here. He says he wants to see you."

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