Chapter 226: Justice takes back the game?

In the new industrial zone of Thunder City, in this mixed place, the Grizzly Gang is notorious.

Most of them were refugees from the Dusk Province. They had been living in Princess Irene's refugee camp, and when spring came, they moved here along with Edward's new policy.

The gang members were ruthless and unreasonable, and they had been rampant in the new industrial zone for a long time, and no one dared to mess with them. At first, they just did small things, looking for some easy-to-bully vendors to collect protection fees, but later their business grew bigger and bigger, and they also began to eye the fat piece of meat of contracting projects.

After all, they cannot compete with local gangs in big businesses, and they look down on small businesses.

The only way to make money quickly and without much technical skills is to build houses for others.

As soon as the news of the Horace Textile Factory dormitory project came out, the Grizzlies were like sharks smelling blood, quickly eyeing this piece of "fat meat" and salivating. They spread threats everywhere in the new industrial zone, saying that any construction team that attempted to take over this project would never have peace on this land.

In their minds, this project is already in their pocket, as if it were set in stone, and no one else can get involved.

Those who are powerful look down on that little bit of money, and those who are not powerful dare not offend gang members. This is another reason why Horace has not been able to find a suitable construction team to carry out the work.

However, plans cannot keep up with changes.

A team calling themselves adventurers came like a sudden stone and shattered the Grizzlies Gang's wishful thinking.

In the alley near the textile factory, Hans, who was in charge of surveillance, saw the group of so-called adventurers from afar, with suspicion and disdain written all over his face.

They were dressed in ragged clothes with patches of different sizes, shivering in the cold wind. Their eyes were filled with cowardice, and they were always timid in the face of the strange and slightly chaotic environment around them. How could they look like adventurers?

Rather than adventurers, they looked more like a group of stray dogs that were ruthlessly expelled from their territories by nearby lords and were now fleeing in all directions.

Hans knew very well that the project that his boss had coveted for a long time was intercepted by someone halfway, which was no small matter. So he did not dare to delay for a moment, and ran towards the Grizzly Gang's stronghold as fast as he could.

"Boss! Something terrible has happened!" Ignoring the foul smell in the room, Hans pushed open the door, panting and shouting anxiously, "A bunch of young people came to the Holles Textile Factory, and they... intercepted the project you were eyeing!"

Balk, the leader of the Grizzly Gang, who was drinking and playing cards, was slightly stunned. His face, which was already covered with fat, instantly turned red, and the veins on his forehead bulged out like angry little snakes.

He slammed the table so hard that the oak cup filled with wine suddenly fell to the ground and the wine splashed everywhere.

"How dare these ignorant fellows steal my business!"

The roar echoed in the house, making people's ears buzz. The two guys who were playing cards with him fled away, not daring to take the money and cards on the table.

Looking at the furious boss, Hans didn't dare to breathe, but just stood at the door tremblingly.

The muscular man in front of him is not just a rough man with brute force, but a ruthless man who has awakened extraordinary powers!

As for why the respected Saint Sith wanted to let this rotten guy awaken his extraordinary power instead of bestowing the blessing on himself, who was pious, Hans had no idea.

Balk panted slightly, and finally suppressed the rage burning in his heart. He ordered calmly, "Call Morris to me!"

Morris is the second in command of the Grizzlies, and also his right-hand man and military advisor. The two have known each other since childhood and grew up together in a village in Duskwood. Later, they came to Thunder City with the refugees and formed the Grizzlies here.

After a while, Morris walked into the room with a gloomy face, looked at Balke and whispered: "Brother, what happened?"

He could tell Balke was in a bad mood, but he didn't know exactly what was going on.

Balke briefly explained the whole story and then stared at Morris.

"Maurice, I want to know your opinion!"

Morris stroked his chin with his hand, and after thinking for a moment, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

"Boss, these youngsters are new here and don't know the rules at all. I think we should teach them a lesson and deal with that ignorant bastard Horace. Let him know who has the final say in this place and don't think he can bully us just because he has some money!"

"Let's go straight to his textile factory tomorrow morning and drive those country bumpkins away, and give those restless guys a warning at the same time!"

This sentence was exactly what Balke wanted. He nodded heavily, a ferocious sneer appeared on his face, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll do as you say! Let's bring more brothers tomorrow and prepare all the weapons."

"I want to see if there is any other desperate wild dog that dares to target me!"

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Just when Balk made his harsh words, the players of the Invincible Supreme Adventure Group were still unaware of this and were still busy looking for accommodation for those difficult NPCs.

They were still too soft-hearted to just abandon these guys.

Besides, when they are done with their activities, they might have to come back and pick up their identity as adventurers again.

The next day, just as the sky was getting light and the sun was shining on the construction site, the [rich people who eat dirt] began to work non-stop again.

In order to find the famous architect, they asked around, asking construction workers on the street and regulars at the pub, and finally found the architect Carl in an inconspicuous studio.

Carl's hair is all white, and his face is full of wrinkles. He looks like a man who has been through a lot. But despite his age, his eyes are bright, and he exudes a professional confidence... This is the result of his years of dealing with various construction problems.

The old man walked slowly to the construction site, taking steady steps.

He first walked around the planned land, as if measuring the ground with the sole of his shoe. Not only that, his eyes were fixed on the ground, not missing a single detail.

Then he raised his head again and looked around carefully, from the tall chimneys in the distance to the rutted road nearby.

As he looked at it, his brows gradually furrowed like a knot of dough.

Carl turned around and said seriously to the "Rich Man Who Eats Dirt" next to him.

"The budget of 100 gold coins is too tight! According to the estimated standard of 300 people, if we only have this little budget, I'm afraid we will have to squeeze your workers into a palm-sized room like sardines in a can. They have no place to put their luggage, and it will be difficult to put ten broken beds there... If this is the case, maybe 100 gold coins can't be spent, but you have to think clearly, they live in this kind of hell and it's no different from living in hell."

[The Jade-faced King with Tired Hands] shrugged his shoulders and thought that hell was not to blame, at least there was no such place in Beifeng City.

[The Rich Man Who Eats Dirt] also felt that this was too much, so he looked at him and asked.

"What about the other option?"

"The other one will be much milder."

After saying that, Carlton paused and carefully took out the second set of plans from the cloth bag he carried with him.

He slowly unfolded the drawing. The lines on the drawing were clear and accurate, and it was densely covered with various marks and annotations.

The four players came over, and even though they didn't understand, they pretended to understand and nodded while touching their chins.

Knowing that these guys were pretending to know everything, Carl pointed at the design drawing and explained patiently.

"If we follow this plan, the design will be more complicated, and the budget will have to be raised to 400 gold coins. We plan three floors, with a total of 75 rooms. Each room is of a suitable size and can accommodate a comfortable bed. Although the space is tight for four people to live together, at least it won't be too crowded. There is a public hygiene area at the end of the corridor on each floor, which has a separate toilet and wash basin. This way, living is practical and comfortable, and it can also save the workers time in washing up."

Hollus was listening nearby, and his originally small eyes suddenly widened into bells.

Especially when he heard the part about the budget, his head shook like a rattle, interrupting Carl and shouting at the top of his voice.

"I don't want to go through so much trouble! Let's just follow the first plan! Give me a detailed design as soon as possible, and don't waste your time talking to me! I don't have time to waste, my workers are waiting for the house to be built and move in as soon as possible!"

[The rich who live in poverty] They know in their hearts that this job is not easy, but after struggling for so long, everyone has given up and thinks that as long as they can get the job and settle these burdens, it will be fine.

This is especially true for Tom and his family. They are all honest farmers who are satisfied with having a stable job. They look forward to starting work early and making money early, and they don't care about how to live.

Anyway, they don’t live in this damn place.

However, no one was too lazy to care, but Carl was unhappy. He stared at Horace as if he was looking at a monster in a maze.

"Are you crazy? Even Her Highness Irene Campbell's refugee camp doesn't have this kind of house! You might as well just let your workers sleep on the floor, maybe it will be more breathable then!"

Horace sneered.

He wanted to do so, but unfortunately the tax collectors would not listen to him and the officials in charge of land would not let him do it.

Facing Karl's accusation, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a mocking look on his face: "If you can't draw, get out of here, don't waste my time here. If you don't draw, there are plenty of people who can draw. Do I need you?"

After saying that, he glanced at his partner, the "rich man who eats dirt," and complained angrily.

"Where did you find this old lunatic? Is this his professionalism? I refuse to pay for this idiot's drawings!"

Hearing what Horace said, Carl became so angry that his face turned red, his lips trembled, and he pointed his index finger at his nose and cursed.

"You sold your soul to the devil, you better find someone else! I will never draw such an inhumane blueprint! I have been in this business for most of my life, and I have never seen a guy like you!"

He had been an architect all his life and was about to retire, but he didn't want to sell his soul to the devil and ruin his reputation for such a pitiful sum.

Even he knew that honor was almost thrown into the garbage heap in this ancient city.

Even the respected Princess had to auction off her treasures in order to fulfill her royal obligations, and her brother had simply sold his soul to the demons in human skin.

People will only laugh at him for being stubborn and refusing to make money.

Let them laugh! He will take his pride to his grave.

Carl angrily stuffed the drawings into his bag and prepared to leave.

[The wealthy man who lives in poverty] was completely confused. Before he could realize what was happening, he saw "Party A" and the engineer he had found with great difficulty starting to argue with each other.

He understood that Holmes wanted to save money, but this guy was already the cheapest architect!

Of course, he also understood why this guy with extraordinary qualifications was so cheap...

"What a talent..." [Iron-Blooded Fat House] muttered quietly, "How about sending him to Beifeng City?"

[Canglang Lame] glanced at him sideways.

"How? Trafficking? Kidnapping? Why do you think the problem is so simple?"

Iron-blooded Fat House: “…”

really.

Those who can accept living together with the undead and demons are a minority among the minority, and rarest among the rare.

Unless people are completely desperate about Saint Sith or even the entire human world, few people would take the initiative to join Beifeng City.

Besides, they have no reason to change the life trajectory of others.

The two sides were in a stalemate and the atmosphere was extremely tense, and at this moment, a noisy noise suddenly came from the distance.

Everyone turned their heads and saw a group of guys who looked very fierce, walking towards them aggressively.

Each of these people was big and strong, with flesh on their faces, and they were cursing all the time, saying all kinds of nasty things.

"Today I'll let you know who has the final say in this territory!", "Damn it, you dare to steal the job on my territory, don't you want to live?"

[The Rich Man Who Eats Dirt] felt a sinking feeling in his heart, and he probably guessed what had happened.

The tenant farmers who followed them were frightened and obviously did not want to provoke these evil spirits.

The sturdy man who was in the lead was extremely tall, like a mountain, and he shouted at the top of his voice.

"Stop it right there! We have already signed a construction contract with Horace for this job, so get out of here if you know what's best for you! If you don't, I'll break your legs!"

When Hollus heard this, he turned pale with fright, his legs went limp, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

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"Who are you? I don't know you! What contract? Where is it? Take it out!"

"You don't know me, but I know you, buddy," Balk said with a grin, clenching his fists. "As for the contract, I didn't bring it with me, but I did bring my fists. Do you want to come over and take a look?"

Hollus' eyes widened, his lips trembled, and he could not utter a word.

Everyone in the factory was looking outside, but no one came up to help.

Not to mention that most of these textile workers were women, even given Horace's usually stingy character, they would never meddle in other people's business.

Looking at these ferocious guys, the expressions on the faces of several players couldn't help but become solemn.

There were more than twenty people coming from the opposite side, and our side was just a group of timid and cowardly guys.

Not to mention, they themselves had only just entered the game and were just getting familiar with the gameplay.

"Damn it, why are you being a coward in the game? Just fight them!" [Iron-Blooded Fat House] suddenly spat and started punching them.

Seeing that these people were not afraid at all and even dared to fight back, Balke raised his eyebrows and waved his hands with a grim smile.

"Come on! Beat him!"

After hearing the boss's order, all the thugs rushed forward and pounced on the player.

[The wealthy who eat dirt] didn't want to cause trouble. After all, they didn't bring any equipment, they were "illegals" wearing camouflage masks, and they were only at the Iron level... They were at a disadvantage no matter how you looked at it.

But seeing that his brother had already gone up, he didn't bother to care about whether to sneak in or not. He sighed, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Let's start the fight!"

After saying that, he picked up a shovel, rushed forward, and engaged in a fight with more than 20 gang members with his three brothers.

The two sides fought back and forth in the open space, raising a lot of dust.

Originally, the four players thought that the burly leader was also an elite monster, so they fought him very carefully. But when the fight really started, they found that these guys were not very strong at all.

The boss who looks difficult to deal with is actually only at the Black Iron level in strength. It is estimated that his extraordinary abilities happened to awaken while he was wandering. He has not received any formal training and has never been to any maze since he first arrived.

As for the other members of the gang, they are just ordinary vagrants who don't even have basic fighting skills and are only capable of violent violence.

On the other hand, the players are at least considered the Demon King’s “chosen ones”. All four of them have Black Iron-level strength, and their previous adventures have accumulated countless combat experiences.

[The Rich Man Who Eats Dirt] rushed forward and punched the opponent's leader in the stomach, while gathering some energy.

Balk's eyes almost bulged out of his head, and he felt as if he had been hit by a hard hammer in the stomach, as if his intestines were churning.

[Jade-faced King] nimbly shuttled through the crowd, kicking down enemies one by one, while [Iron-blooded Fat House] waved his strong arms, hitting the enemies with every slap. [Canglang Lame Leg]'s legs were not lame at all, and he specifically attacked the vital points, and there was no one around when the fight was going on.

They cooperated very well and moved quickly. In just a few moves, they beat the group of people to a pulp, causing them to lie on the ground groaning.

"Brother, please spare my life! I won't dare to do it again." Balke, with blood spitting out of his mouth, shouted for mercy and lay on the ground like a worm.

Seeing him begging for mercy, [Iron-Blooded Fat House] felt a great sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Although he doesn't dare to bully others in real life, it doesn't stop him from beating up the evil forces in the game.

"Get out!" he shouted, and the man lying on the ground was so frightened that he was afraid of another punch.

Seeing that the other party let him go, Balke didn't dare to say a word. After getting up from the ground, he limped away.

Seeing that the boss had run away, the group of minions also scattered like birds and beasts, crawling away from the scene.

Carl stared blankly at the direction where Balk ran away, muttering to himself.

"Barbarian Bear Balk, the leader of the Grizzly Gang, the overlord of Route 11 in the New Factory Area... You actually beat up this plague god, and in front of so many people."

At the factory gate, a group of workers were looking over here, whispering and pointing.

There were even a few young girls who looked at them with admiration, as if they were heroes.

It can be seen that the reputation of these people is even worse than that of the "stingy" Horace, to the point that they have reached the level of being hated by both humans and gods, and it requires the "chosen ones" of His Majesty the Demon King to deal with them.

[Iron-blooded Fat House] used his little finger to pick out the non-existent earwax and said in a pretentious manner.

"Are they good at fighting?"

What's the point of fighting? Let's have a showdown with the Demon King's army? Carl swallowed and nodded, but soon shook his head silently.

"Anyway, you did a good thing. They will probably be more restrained during this period... Of course, I'm not sure if this is a good thing for Mr. Hollus."

His voice seemed to suggest something.

[The Rich Man Who Eats Dirt] was moved and immediately understood the old gentleman's implication. A cunning look flashed in his eyes, and he smiled at Horace who was constantly wiping his sweat.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hollus, we can't take this job. After all... you and Mr. Balk have already signed the contract."

Hollus' heart skipped a beat and he waved his hands desperately, denying it with a scream.

"I didn't sign it with them. I really didn't! How could I sign a contract with these villains? Isn't this asking for trouble?"

He knew better than anyone that if these ruthless people gave up this job, once the Grizzlies Gang had recovered, they would definitely come to his textile factory to exact revenge.

The expansion of Thunder City's police force can never keep up with the speed of urban expansion, and those guards selected from the refugees may be related to this group of villains, and they may turn a blind eye when the time comes.

Her Highness Irene Campbell would not notice such a small thing, but for him it was a disaster. Those villains didn't even need to do anything, just throw stones every now and then, or steal a machine and sell it for scrap metal, or even squat at the factory gate to harass female workers on their way to and from work... These were enough to make him suffer!

[The Rich Man Who Eats Dirt] cleared his throat, straightened his back, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

And that smile made the heart of the optimistic Relus fall into the abyss from his throat.

"...In that case, it's not impossible to do this job, but I'm afraid we'll have to renegotiate our contract."

As he spoke, he raised a finger, smiled and continued.

"1,000 gold coins, half paid first, and the rest paid after the project is completed. As for the materials, we will purchase them ourselves, and the drawings will also be decided by us. And during the construction period, you cannot interfere with our work."

His tone was firm and unquestionable, as if he was declaring his sovereignty over this land.

He does have this power, after all, this is the territory he "conquered".

This kind of earthly order is much more convincing than the distant royal power.

When Hollus heard the price, he felt dizzy and almost fainted from the heartache.

He covered his chest tightly with both hands, as if his heart was being plucked hard by someone.

"You...devil."

“Same here.”

Looking at Horace who squeezed out a word from his trembling lips, the [Rich Man Who Eats Dirt] nodded slightly, looking polite.

Looking at the determined eyes of these guys and thinking about the terrible revenge of the Grizzlies Gang, Horace weighed the pros and cons again and again, and finally gritted his teeth, endured the pain and nodded in agreement.

1,000 gold coins is not too exaggerated.

The land use rights granted to him by the royal family were worth at least ten times more than these 1,000 gold coins, and these 1,000 gold coins were ultimately spent on his own factory.

Just think of it as protection money.

He comforted himself in this way, and then limped away from the scene like a defeated rooster, exactly like Balk who escaped in a panic.

"Justice, turn the tables."

The [Rich Man Who Eats Dirt] smiled at the glowing Carl and extended his right hand to him. “On behalf of the Horace Textile Factory Construction Team, I invite you to participate in our project again... Of course, we will adopt your second plan and let that miser go to the corner and draw circles!”

Without any hesitation, Karl excitedly shook his hand, his tone sincere and kind.

"It's my honor to serve you! Saint Sith, I'm so lucky that there are good people like you in Thunder City!"

After hearing these words, the smiles on the four players' faces became ambiguous.

Saint Sith is above? It's hard to say...

(End of this chapter)