Chapter 226 Justice can win the day?
Thunder City New Industrial Zone, in this mixed place, the Grizzly Bear Gang is notorious.
Most of them are refugees from the Twilight Province. They had been living in the refugee camp of Her Highness Eileen, and when spring came, they moved here with Edward's new policy.
The members of the entire gang are cruel, arrogant and unreasonable. They have been running rampant in the new industrial zone for a long time, and no one dares to mess with them. In the beginning, they were just fighting on a small scale, finding some easy-to-bully vendors to collect protection fees. Later, the business became bigger and bigger, and they also started to focus on the fat project contracting.
After all, they can't handle the local gangs for large businesses, and they look down on small businesses.
The money comes quickly and there is no technical content, so the only option is to build houses for people.
Hence as early as the news of the dormitory building project of the Horace Textile Factory had just spread, the Grizzly Bear Gang was like a shark smelling the smell of blood, quickly eyeing this piece of "fat" and salivating. They spread threats everywhere in the new industrial zone. Any construction team that attempts to take over this project will never have peace in this land.
In their understanding, this project is already in their possession, like a nail in the coffin, no one else can get involved.
Those who are powerful do not care about the little money, and those who are not powerful do not dare to offend the gang members. This is another reason why Horace has never been able to find a suitable construction team for the construction.
However, plans cannot keep up with changes.
A team calling themselves adventurers was like a sudden stone, breaking the Grizzly Bear Gang's wishful thinking.
In the alley near the textile factory, Hans, who was responsible for keeping track, saw the group of so-called adventurers from a distance, his face full of suspicion and disdain.
They were dressed in shabby clothes, with large and small patches on their clothes, and they were shivering in the cold wind. There is cowardice in his eyes, and he is always timid when faced with the unfamiliar and slightly chaotic environment around him. How can he look like an adventurer?
Compared to adventurers, they are like a group of homeless dogs who were mercilessly expelled from their territory by the nearby lords and fled in all directions.
Hans knew that the project that his boss had been coveting for a long time was intercepted halfway, which was no small matter, so he did not dare to delay for a moment, and with the wind at his feet, he ran towards the Grizzly Bear Gang's stronghold.
"Boss! Something bad is going to happen!" Ignoring the stinking smell in the room, Hans opened the door and panted heavily while shouting angrily, "A group of stupid young people have come from the Horace Textile Factory. They...are targeting you." A project has been cut off! "
The leader of the Grizzly Bear Gang, Balke, who was drinking and playing cards, was slightly startled. His face, which was already full of flesh, instantly turned red, and veins popped up on his forehead, like angry little snakes.
He slammed the table, and the oak cup filled with wine suddenly fell to the ground, and the wine splashed everywhere.
"How dare these reckless guys steal my business!"
The roaring sound echoed in the house, making people's ears ring. The two guys who were playing cards with him ran away, not even daring to ask for the money or cards on the table.
Looking at the furious boss, Hans didn't dare to take a breath and just stood at the door tremblingly.
The muscular man in front of him is not just a reckless man with brute strength, but a ruthless man who has awakened extraordinary power!
As for why the respected Saint Sith wanted this rotten man to awaken his supernatural power instead of bestowing blessings on his pious self, Hans had no idea.
Balk panted slightly, and finally suppressed the burning anger in his heart, and ordered in a calm voice: "Call Maurice!"
Morris is the second-in-command of the Grizzly Bear Gang, his right-hand man and dog-headed strategist. The two have known each other since childhood and grew up together in a village in Dusk Forest. Later, they came to Thunder City with the refugee team and formed the Grizzly Bear Gang here.
Not long after, Morris walked into the room with a gloomy face, looked at Balk and whispered: "Brother, what happened?"
He could tell that Balk was in a bad mood, but he didn't know what happened specifically.
Balk told the whole story in a few words, and then stared at Maurice closely.
"Maurice, I want to know your opinion!"
Morris reached out and rubbed his chin. After thinking for a moment, a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes.
"Boss, these stupid young men are new here at first glance and don't know the rules here at all. I think I can give them some color and show them. At the same time, I can also clean up that ignorant bitch Horace and let him know who has the final say in this territory. Don't think that a few stinky rich people can sit on our heads and shit!"
“We will go directly to his textile factory early tomorrow morning, drive away all those country bumpkins, and give those restless guys a showdown!” , gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, just as you said! Let's bring more brothers tomorrow and prepare all the guys."
"I want to see if there is any lifeless wild dog who dares to put ideas on our head!"
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Just when Balk made the harsh words, the players of the Invincible Supreme Adventure Group were still unaware of this and were still busy finding a place for the difficult-to-maintain NPCs.
They are still too soft-hearted to leave these guys alone.
Besides, when they are done with their activities, they might have to come back and pick up their identity as adventurers.
The next day, it was just dawn and the sun was shining on the construction site. [The rich man who eats dirt] and they started working non-stop again.
In order to find the famous architect, they asked everywhere, asking construction workers on the street and regular customers in the pub. Finally, they found the architect Karl in an inconspicuous studio.
Karl’s hair is all white and his face is lined with wrinkles. At first glance, he looks like a man who has experienced a lot. However, even though he is older, his eyes are bright and he exudes a professional confidence... This is something he has developed over many years of dealing with various construction problems.
This old gentleman came to the construction site unhurriedly, with steady steps.
He first walked around the planned land, as if measuring the ground with the soles of his shoes. More than that, he stared straight at the ground, not missing the slightest detail.
Then, he raised his head again and looked at the surrounding environment carefully, from the tall chimneys in the distance to the rutted and messy road nearby.
As he watched, his brows gradually furrowed, like twisted twists.
Karl turned around and said seriously to the [rich man who ate 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 budget, we may have to squeeze your workers into a palm-sized room like sardine cans. They have no place to store their luggage, and ten broken beds would be enough in that place. Barely... If this is the case, maybe even 100 gold coins can't be spent, but you have to think clearly, living in such a ghost place is no different from living in hell."
【Jade Faced Hand Tired King" shrugged his shoulders, thinking that hell would not bear the blame, at least there is 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 plan?”
"The other one will be much gentler."
After saying that, Carl paused and carefully took out the second plan from the bag he carried with him.
He slowly unfolded the drawing. The lines on the drawing were clear and accurate, and there were various marks and annotations densely packed.
Four players came closer. Although they couldn't understand, they still pretended to understand, stroking their chins and nodding.
Knowing that these guys were pretending to understand, Karl pointed to 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 will plan three floors, with a total of Each of the 75 rooms is of suitable size and can accommodate a comfortable bed. Although the space is tight for four people, at least it will not be too crowded. There is a public health area at the end of the corridor on each floor, which has a separate toilet and wash basin. This makes the living practical and comfortable, and it can also save the workers time to wash up. "
Horace's eyes suddenly widened as he listened.
Especially when he heard the budget part, his head shook like a rattle, interrupted Karl's words, and shouted at the top of his lungs.
“I don’t want to go to such trouble! Just follow the first plan! Give me a detailed design drawing as soon as possible. Don’t talk nonsense with me here! I don’t have time to waste. The workers under me are still waiting for the house to be built and moved in as soon as possible!”
【 Rich people who eat dirt】 They also know in their hearts that this job is not easy to do, but after struggling for so long, everyone is a little bit broken, thinking that as long as they can get the job done and settle down these losers, it will be fine.
This is especially true for Tom and the others. They are all honest farmers, and they are satisfied with having a stable job. They look forward to starting work early and making money early every day, without caring about how they want to live.
It’s not like they live in this damn place anyway.
However, everyone was too lazy to care, but Karl was unhappy. He stared at Horace with his eyes wide open, as if he were looking at a monster in a maze.
"Are you crazy? Even the refugee camp of Her Highness Irene Campbell does not have such a house! You might as well let your workers sleep on the ground, it might be more breathable!"
Horace sneered.
He wanted to do this, but unfortunately the tax officials would not listen to his nonsense, and the land management officials would not let him go.
Faced with Karl's accusation, he raised the corner of his mouth lightly with a sarcastic expression on his face: "If you can't draw, get out of here and don't waste my time here. If you don't draw, there are plenty of people who draw, so I'm missing you?"
After saying that, he glanced at his partner [the rich man who eats dirt] and complained angrily.
"Where did you find this old madman, and this is his professionalism? I refuse to pay for this idiot's drawings!"
Hearing Horace's words, Karl's face turned red with anger, his lips trembled, and he pointed his index finger at his nose and cursed.
"You who sold your soul to the devil, you should find someone else! I will never draw such inhumane drawings! I have been doing this for most of my life, and I have never seen a guy like you!"
He has been an architect all his life and is about to retire. He does not want to sell his soul to the devil for such a pitiful reward and ruin his reputation.
Even he knew that honor in this ancient city was about to be swept into the trash.
Even the respected Princess needs to auction off her treasures in order to shoulder her royal duties, and her brother has simply sold his soul to demons in human skin.
People will only laugh at him for being stubborn and not making money.
Then let them laugh!
He will take his pride into the coffin.
Karl angrily stuffed the drawings into his bag and prepared to leave.
【The rich man who eats dirt】looked confused. Before he could recover what was going on, he saw "Party A" and the engineer he had worked so hard to find start to fight with each other.
He understood Horace's desire to save money, but this guy was already the cheapest architect!
Of course, he understood why this guy with more than average qualifications was so cheap...
"What a talent..." [Iron-Blooded Fat Mansion] muttered in a low voice, "How about taking him to Beifeng City?"
[Canglang Lame] glanced at him sideways.
"How to get it? Trafficking? Kidnapping? Why do you think the problem is so simple."
Indeed.
Those who can accept living with the undead and demons are the few among the few, the rare among the rare.
Instead of completely despairing of Saint Sith or even the entire human world, few people actively 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. At this moment, a burst of noise suddenly came from the distance.
Everyone turned around and saw a group of guys who looked very fierce at first sight, walking towards them menacingly.
This group of people are all big and thick, with rough faces, swearing and saying all kinds of unpleasant things.
"I will let you know who has the final say in this territory today!", "Damn it, you dare to grab jobs on my eldest brother's territory, don't you want to live!"
[The rich man who eats dirt]'s heart sank, and he probably guessed what happened.
The tenant farmers who followed them were frightened and obviously did not want to provoke these evil spirits.
The strong man in the lead was unusually tall, like a hill, and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Stop it all! We have signed a construction contract with Horace for this work. Those who know the truth should get out! If you don't know the truth, haha, I will break your legs!"
When Horace heard this, his face turned pale with fright, his legs were weak, and he almost collapsed on the ground.
"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, man," Balk said with a smile, clenching his fists, "As for the contract, I didn't bring it with me, but I did bring my fist. Do you want to come over and take a look?"
Horace's eyes widened, his lips trembled, and he couldn't say a word.
Everyone in the factory was looking outside, but no one came to help.
Not to mention that most of these weavers are women, even with Horace's usually stingy character, they would never meddle in his own business.
Looking at these ferocious guys, the expressions on the faces of several players couldn't help but become a little solemn.
There were more than twenty people coming from the opposite side, and here we were all a group of timid guys.
Not to mention, they themselves have just entered the game and are just getting familiar with the gameplay.
"Damn, you're a coward in the game, just do it with them!" [Iron-Blooded Fat Man] suddenly spit, and started punching him with his fists.
Halke saw that not only were these people not afraid, but they actually dared to move their fists, his eyebrows suddenly raised, and he waved with a grin.
log through through in] Hearing the boss's order, a group of villains swarmed up and rushed towards the player.
[The rich people who eat dirt] originally didn’t want to cause trouble. After all, they didn’t bring any equipment, they were “black men” wearing mimic masks, and they were only at the Black Iron level... No matter how you looked at it, they were at a disadvantage.
But seeing that his brother was already on board, he didn't bother to care about whether to sneak in or not. He sighed and his eyes suddenly became sharp.
"Start the group!"
After saying that, he picked up a shovel and rushed forward, leading three brothers and more than twenty gang members to fight together.
The two sides were fighting back and forth in the open space, and the dust was flying.
Originally, the four players thought that the burly leader was also an elite monster, so they fought against him cautiously. However, when they started fighting, they discovered that these guys didn't even need to be beaten.
The boss who seems to be difficult to offend is actually only a black iron level of strength. It is estimated that he happened to awaken his extraordinary ability when he was wandering. He has no formal training, and he has never been to any mazes for the first time.
As for the other members of the gang, they are ordinary refugees. They don’t even have basic fighting skills, they only have the ability to show off their ferocity.
Looking at the players, they can be regarded as the Demon King's "Chosen Ones". All four of them have black iron level strength, and have accumulated countless combat experience in previous adventures.
【The rich man who eats dirt】rushes up with a single stride, punches the opponent's leader in the stomach, and at the same time gathers a little energy.
Balk’s eyes were so wide that they almost bulged out, and he felt like he had been hit by a hammer in his stomach, as if his intestines were about to churn.
【The Jade Faced Hand Tired King】 flexibly shuttled through the crowd, kicking the enemies down one by one, while the 【 Iron-Blooded Fat Maniac 】 waved his thick arms, beating the enemies until they screamed with every slap. [Canglang Lame]'s legs were not lame at all, and he targeted the most vulnerable areas with black hands, hitting them so hard that no one was around.
They cooperated very well and moved very quickly. Within a few strokes, they were beaten to a pulp and fell to the ground in a mess, groaning.
"Brother, spare my life! I don't dare to do it anymore." Balk, who was vomiting blood, shouted for his life and lay on the ground like a meat insect.
Looking at him begging for mercy, [Iron-Blooded Fat Mansion] felt a heartfelt joy in his heart.
Although he dare not force Lai Lai in reality, it does not prevent him from defeating the evil forces in the game.
"Get out!" He shouted sharply, which frightened the man lying on the ground for fear that the fist would come up again.
Seeing that the other party let him go, Balke did not dare to say a word. After getting up from the ground, he limped away.
Seeing that the boss had run away, a group of minions also fled the scene, rolling and crawling on the ground.
Karl stared blankly at the direction in which Balk was escaping, muttering to himself in a low voice.
"Balk the Barbarian Bear, the leader of the Grizzly Bear Gang, the overlord of No. 11 Road in the New Factory District... You actually beat up this god of plague, and in front of so many people."
At the entrance of the factory, a group of workers looked here, whispering and pointing.
There were several young girls who even looked at them with admiration, as if they were looking at heroes.
It can be seen that the reputation of these people is worse than that of Horace the "Stingy Man", so much so that they have become indignant to both humans and gods, and they need to rely on His Majesty the Demon King's "Chosen Ones" to deal with them.
[Iron-blooded Fat Man] took out the non-existent earwax with his little finger and said pretentiously.
“Are they good at beating?”
Spanking is of no use!
Come and compete with the Demon King’s army?
Karl swallowed and nodded, but after a while, he shook his head silently.
"Anyway, you have done a good thing. They will probably calm down a little during this time... Of course, I'm not sure whether this is a good thing for Mr. Horace."
His voice seemed to be pointing.
【The rich man who eats dirt】with a thought in his heart, he immediately understood the implication of the old gentleman’s words. A hint of cunning suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Horace who kept wiping his sweat with a smile and said.
"Sorry, Mr. Horace, we can't take this job. After all... you and Mr. Balk have already signed a contract."
"I didn't sign 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 else that if these ruthless people gave up their job, they would definitely come to his textile factory to take revenge after the Grizzly Gang recovered.
Thunder City's police force expansion will never keep up with the city's expansion, and the guards selected from the refugees may be related to this group of villains, and they may turn a blind eye.
His Royal Highness Eileen Campbell would not notice such a small thing, but to him it was a disaster that would cause the sky to fall. Those villains don't even need to do anything. They just need to throw stones every now and then, or steal a machine and sell scrap metal. Even if they squat at the door of the factory and harass the female workers on their way to get off work... these are enough for him to drink a pot!
【The rich man who eats dirt】cleared his throat, straightened his back, and showed a pleasant smile on his face.
And that smile also made Reles, who was lucky, feel his heart completely fall from his throat into the abyss.
…"In this case, it's not impossible to do this job, but our contract may have to be renegotiated."
As he spoke, he raised a finger and continued with a smile.
ifier 1,000 gold coins, half will be paid in advance, and the rest will be paid after the project is completed. As for the materials we purchase ourselves, the drawings must be decided by us. And during the construction period, you cannot dictate 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 order on earth is much more convincing than the distant kingship.
When Horace heard the price, his vision went dark and he almost fainted from heartache.
His hands were tightly covering his chest, as if his heart had been violently tugged.
"You... devil."
"To each other."
Looking at Horace who squeezed out a sentence from his trembling lips, [The rich man who eats dirt] nodded slightly, looking polite.
Looking at the firm eyes of these guys, and thinking about the terrible revenge of the Grizzly Bear Gang, Horace weighed it again and again, and finally gritted his teeth and 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 the 1,000 gold coins, and the 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 the same as Balk who fled in embarrassment.
"Justice, get the situation back."
[The Rich Man Who Eats Earth] looked at Karl, whose face was glowing with a smile, and extended his right hand to him, "On behalf of the Horace Textile Factory construction team, I invite you again You participate in our project... Of course, we will adopt your second plan and let the miser roll around the corner!"
Without any hesitation, Karl held his hand excitedly, with a sincere and cordial tone.
"It's my honor to serve you! Holy Sith, I'm so lucky there are good people like you in Thunder City!"
Hearing these words, the smiles on the faces of the four players became ambiguous.
Where is Saint Sis?
This is hard to say...