Wei Guaizi and his gang, who had been entrenched in the south of the city, were all wiped out. Wei Guaizi himself was hung on their front door, his death a gruesome sight.
The Centipede Gang in the east of the city also suffered. Those people were all carrying crossbows and carts, and the Centipede Gang had no way to resist. It is said that all their members were captured.
Fang Zhiyi began assigning tasks to the captured criminals: building walls one day, moving stones the next, and even repairing the city.
Chen Rui once believed that urban restoration could not be accomplished by manpower alone.
Fang Zhiyi smiled: "I know."
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"We can't let those things sit idle."
Chen Rui felt a chill run down his spine. Fortunately, he had been following him from the beginning.
The largest bandit gang in the city announced that they would make Fang Zhiyi and the others wish they were dead. At first, they thought it was the military, but after a brief period of confusion, they realized that it was just a group of ordinary people, a mob.
The Skull and Bones Society regained its courage. They were satisfied with their current environment, where there were no laws, and they could control and enslave others simply by using violence. They could kill anyone they didn't like and would never allow any other force to threaten their position.
They made their announcement in the morning, and by the afternoon, Fang Zhiyi's men had surrounded their stronghold.
The Skull and Bones leader was unconcerned about his opponent's reaction. He didn't believe that a group of people of unknown origin could take him down. Before the apocalypse, he was the local tyrant, and when the city was besieged by floods, he killed many who refused to obey him.
Until that young man leisurely appeared in their hall.
Following Fang Zhiyi's plan, Chen Rui and his team, under the cover of long-range weapons, broke through the bandits' defenses layer by layer and even rescued many of the imprisoned survivors.
But he was still very anxious. Fang Zhiyi had gone in on her own. He knew that Fang Zhiyi could not be allowed to make a mistake, so he urged his men to intensify their attack.
After learning the location of their leader from a low-ranking leader who was kneeling on the ground with his head in his hands, Chen Rui led his men to rush over.
When they kicked open the "Hall of Righteousness" where their leader was, they saw their boss sitting on that golden chair, holding a man's head in his hand. Blood dripped from the severed neck of the man's head onto the ground. The man's face was full of fear and pain. Fang Zhiyi, however, acted as if he had done something completely ordinary, and even joked that their speed needed improvement.
The surrounding area was filled with the agonizing cries of bandits. Some people's hands were twisted into grotesque shapes, and others had their jaws dislocated, their faces filled with terror and pain.
That scene would haunt Chen Rui's nightmares even years later.
The thugs in Panyang City began to flee. Even the Skull and Bones Society had been destroyed. How could they dare to fight against those people?
The dilapidated city became quiet for a while.
What cheered everyone even more was that the village well had started flowing again, and the water was clearer and sweeter than before.
"I guess I helped out, right?" Little Black puffed out its chest proudly as it pulled the spiritual spring from Bai Haomin's space and stuffed it into the village's well.
The spring water's effectiveness decreased considerably after leaving the space, but it was still somewhat better than ordinary water sources. At least the seeds that Zhao Hu and the others had painstakingly collected began to sprout, and the growth of rows of green vegetables filled everyone with joy.
Survivors from other places kept arriving, wanting to join Fang Zhiyi's base. The guards were extremely busy, and the enslaved bandits also had a new job: expanding their houses.
Newcomers were puzzled as to why there were laborers at this base. Fang Zhiyi had already thought of this, and the newcomers would be taken by the old residents to visit a special attraction.
Those were irrefutable pieces of evidence collected from the bandits' stronghold: mutilated skeletons, dried human flesh, blood-soaked ropes, and piles of murder weapons... The people who came out of there looked solemn, and no longer felt any sympathy for the bandits being driven to work.
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