A middle-aged vendor stood on a large rock nearby, a rock that seemed to have been created specifically for this situation, and spoke with conviction.

As soon as he finished speaking, a commotion broke out! Just then, the flames, which were as tall as three people, slowly dissipated, and the three leaders who had just been speaking had now transformed into three tokens, held aloft by the flames! Slowly, everyone saw the flames continuously condense and deform, eventually forming a human figure holding three tokens in its hands. As the flames receded, the person who had just disappeared reappeared before them!

It's the person the leader just asked them to find!

Their leader had vanished into wisps of mist, and the three men who were just moments before were now mere pawns to be manipulated at any moment. They had initially believed that none of the three brothers could stand against them in this village, but now it seemed that before the one who controlled fire, their leader was nothing more than a group of people waiting to be slaughtered.

Now they finally understand that if they disobey now, they will be slaughtered one by one and become tokens just like their leader! In this burning arena, no one wants to die; as long as they live, there are endless possibilities.

They understood this principle deeply.

For example, some people within this faction have probably already followed countless factions; they've long been accustomed to this kind of life.

"I am joining your faction."

"I'll join too."

"I'm joining."

........

Chen Zhou and the middle-aged merchant were very pleased to hear so many voices coming one after another, but there were just too many people. The middle-aged merchant immediately stopped the foolish behavior of everyone saying "I want to join". He tried to find someone who had been in charge of their group before.

After finally identifying one, it seems that the last person in charge of their organization was one of the three brothers. The middle-aged merchant has now found someone who is essentially his assistant. Managing such a large organization must require a lot of experience.

"We currently have a total of 1,367 people. These are all available laborers from our village, who can serve in the army or farm. They are all at your disposal." The man was over fifty years old, and his face was covered with knife scars. If one looked at his face for too long, one might have nightmares.

"To be conscripted into the army?" the middle-aged merchant asked, seizing upon a single word in the man's words.

Could this tiny village possibly organize an army? Doesn't the capital city fear they might rebel?

"Sir, are you new residents who have just entered the eighth floor?" Scarface's expression changed slightly as he asked tentatively.

Chen Zhou exchanged a glance with the middle-aged vendor, nodded silently, and replied, "Yes."

“No wonder, it seems you’re not very familiar with the rules of the eighth level. The eighth level is structured as a capital city, surrounded by eight villages. These eight villages are quite large, with each village having a population of about two or three thousand. But the capital city itself has a population of about one hundred thousand.”

"So the combined fighting strength of a village is only about a thousand. Even if you have an army, can you compare to the soldiers of the capital? That's why the capital doesn't object to local gangs like us forming armies. As long as you hand over the grain on time, they don't care about anything else. And the gold nugget you're holding is the capital's token. Every time it's time to hand over the grain, the gold nugget in your hand will connect with something in the capital, and then your location will be exposed, and they will come to collect the grain from you. In other words, this village is under your control; all you need to do is hand over the grain," Scarface explained.

At this moment, Scarface's explanation was much clearer than Ning Qing'er's, and Chen Zhou now had a clearer understanding of this pattern.

"Aren't they afraid of the eight villages joining forces?" Chen Zhou asked.

“Each village is far apart, making it difficult for them to come together. Even if they were to unite, they would only have eight or nine thousand combatants, while the capital city has as many as thirty or forty thousand. They can’t compare. Moreover, the concentration of demonic energy in the capital city is extremely high. People there are born with a natural sensitivity to demonic energy, while we lower-class people would never develop any sensitivity to demonic energy even after a lifetime of hard work,” Scarface explained.

Chen Zhou nodded silently. It seemed that everyone who entered this burning arena was divided into different classes. However, the condition for Chen Zhou and his group to enter the eighth level from the ninth level was to sense the demonic energy, which seemed to be laying the foundation for their entry into the eighth level.

"Could it be that there are people in the capital who can use demonic energy?" Chen Zhou asked casually.

"It's said to be true," Scarface said honestly.

Upon hearing this answer, Chen Zhou fell into deep thought. At this moment, the middle-aged merchant spoke up, saying, "Then what should we do with these more than a thousand brothers? I see nothing but farmland here."

“You don’t need to worry about that. Our organization has already built the place, and it now belongs to you. Next, I will organize the organization’s assets and food supplies for you to review,” Scarface said honestly.

Back when he was in that faction, Scarface only managed personnel. Now that he has this great opportunity to get in touch with the bigwigs of the new faction, he naturally wants to make a good impression. He now has the chance to get involved in things he wasn't originally involved in, such as property and food! This way, his power will grow bigger and bigger.

Scarface secretly plotted in his mind: if those people didn't know what was good for them and blocked his way, he had a big shot from a new force backing him up, so what was he afraid of?

"Alright, then I'll leave this to you. With the replacement of the old forces by the new, there will definitely be a lot going on lately. If anyone is dissatisfied, you can handle it. This is the authority I'm giving you." Chen Zhou said to the scarred man. The replacement of the old forces by the new forces will inevitably cause many people to be dissatisfied, and these will need to be suppressed. After Chen Zhou finishes his work here, he will set off to find Wo Wan, so he can't spend too much time here.

"Yes!" Scarface said excitedly.

"What was the name of your previous organization?" the middle-aged merchant asked at this moment.

“Our previous gang was called the Big Fat Gang because our leader was a big fat man,” Scarface said honestly.

Upon hearing the name, both the middle-aged vendor and Chen Zhou couldn't help but laugh. This fat guy didn't have to be so blunt, did he? What was he trying to express by giving such a straightforward name?

"This name is too vulgar. From now on, our force will be called the Advanced Alliance!" Chen Zhou said loudly, looking at the people behind him.

All the members of the advanced alliance began to shout! It seemed that this was just the beginning for them on the eighth level, and they believed that their leader would surely lead them to even greater heights! They were definitely not just a local thug organization from this small village!

"Alright! Advance to the Alliance!"

The scarred man echoed, seemingly seeing a glimmer of something different in the leader's eyes. Perhaps this force would be different from the previous one?