Baiyu quickly relaxed his furrowed eyebrows: "How much do you want? Is ten thousand enough?"
Over a dozen people were slightly taken aback.
The man leading the Tiger Race group spoke in a deep voice, "There are twelve of us here, is ten thousand meant to brush off a beggar?"
"Ten thousand per person."
Baiyu was very generous.
The people in front showed a slight change in their expressions.
This guy isn’t playing by the rules?
A man from the Fox Race whispered in the leader’s ear:
"Boss, someone who can casually throw around that much money and spend hundreds of thousands on herbs doesn’t seem like an ordinary rich person."
The Tiger Race man nodded coldly, "Break his legs first, then take him back."
As soon as he finished speaking.
The group of Sub-humans picked up steel pipes and machetes from behind and advanced from both sides simultaneously, charging with a menacing aura, killing intent exposed.
A dull voice echoed at the mouth of the alley.
Or is it that greed knows no bounds, like a snake trying to swallow an elephant?
With doubts flashing through his mind, Baiyu’s blood-colored armor instantly covered him, and he put the Soaring Eagle Gloves on his right hand.
He advanced instead of retreating.
Facing the lead person, he grabbed the steel pipe in his hand and crushed it with a crack.
The combination of magical items and mechanical armament provided such strong power that ordinary metal could not withstand it.
The blade on the arm of the blood-hued Martial Artist easily sliced across the opponent’s chest.
Blood splattered on the wall, like splashing ink watercolors, having a unique sense of beauty.
This wasn’t Baiyu’s first time fighting and killing.
Qin Shou’s arena, Pang Fei’s Armed Department executions, he had participated in them all, so combat scenes weren’t unfamiliar to him, and he was very resistant to bloodshed.
In this crazy and bizarre world, without high spiritual resistance, one would have gone mad by now.
His courteous and easygoing nature disliked this kind of violent solution.
He consistently preferred convenience.
If money can solve the issue, there’s no need to resort to force.
But for idiots who can’t understand money or reason, it’s better to kill them.
The group that was just charging with machetes stopped, looking at Baiyu covered in blood-colored armor, their legs trembling uncontrollably.
Baiyu casually grabbed a fine steel longsword from someone’s hand and effortlessly crushed it into fragments, exasperated: "Can’t you use something that can break through defenses?
Going around with a few fruit knives,
do you think you’re filming Young and Dangerous?"
The Tiger Race man’s face turned blue, then red, the stripes on his face continuously changing.
Who the hell knew you’d have combat mecha!
Without giving him more time to think, Baiyu had already charged forward.
With steel-covered arms, he easily deflected the long blade and grasped the opponent’s neck, lifting him using the immense power provided by the mechanical armament.
The Tiger Race man fiercely slashed down with his blade.
But the result was only sparks flying on the surface of the mechanical armament, not leaving even a scratch.
This feeling was truly despairing.
"Who is backing you?"
Baiyu asked directly.
The status and courage of Sub-humans would never attack him without reason, not even for money.
It could only mean there was someone backing them.
The man grabbed onto his wrist, gasping as he forced out words: "Bishui Villa, our boss is at Bishui Villa, named Rong Jinshan!"
No torturing for information.
This man’s desire to live was very strong.
He let go of his hand.
The man immediately fell to his knees, clutching his neck, coughing loudly.
"Rong Jinshan, what does he do?"
"Slave trade, robbery, assassination business, he does it all. He’s only been here a month, seems to be a Martial Artist, killed our former leader, otherwise we wouldn’t dare to attack you."
The Tiger Race man spoke frankly.
The Fox Race man also hurriedly pleaded for mercy, "Sir, all of this is our boss’s orders, he wants us to capture more wealthy people, even if they’re citizens of Linjiang City, not to worry, if something happens, he will take responsibility."
"How many times have you acted in total?"
"Three times, our targets were always those wealthy young master types from the city. They often secretly come to these places to play, they’re rich and good-looking."
The Fox Race man spoke cautiously.
Baiyu did not continue to deal with him.
He took out a satellite phone and dialed the Anomaly Bureau’s direct line.
"Hello, this is the customer service department, which department are you from, and what help do you need?"
"There’s a criminal gang in the suburbs outside the city, their hideout is Bishui Villa, some Sub-humans involved in robbery, slave trade, and murder, send someone to handle it quickly, the leader is called Rong Jinshan, possibly a foreign stowaway."
"Please wait a moment, let me check, there doesn’t seem to be any department available for dispatch in the suburbs, which unit are you from?"
"I’m a concerned citizen..."
"Are you Baiyu? Master Lin Shan instructed us to coordinate with you if it’s you. Please wait, we’ll immediately mobilize the police force nearby."
The customer service lady mercilessly exposed Baiyu’s disguise.
"Hmm, do it quickly, there have been victims before me, it’s not a small matter."
Baiyu hung up the phone, his gaze once again sweeping over the trembling crowd.
Their faces turned green with shock.
The opponent was actually from the Anomaly Bureau!
Or did they already know their secret dealings, and came now to lure the snake out of its hole, to catch everything in one big net?
Even the wisest Fox Race man’s face turned ashen and lifeless, unable to think of any solution, let alone the muscle-brained other Sub-humans.
"Take me to Bishui Villa."
Baiyu still thought it was best to go personally.
With Rock Form and mechanical armament, even ordinary Tier Nine Martial Artists couldn’t harm him, there shouldn’t be much of an issue.
As for anything above Tier Nine.
Baiyu hadn’t even considered it.
Those Martial Artists would never engage in such a racket.
Even if they did, he could just run, and there were Mechanical Patrol nearby on the banks of Jiujiang, surely they could hold them off for a bit.
If he couldn’t win, he could at least outrun them, right?
"Sir, this way please, we were forced, no one wants to engage in this trade."
The Fox Race man led the way while crying to Baiyu.
His hands constantly trembling, his tail almost dragging on the ground.
Along the way, he casually knocked out two who tried to escape, and the rest completely quieted down.
Rong Jinshan squeezed two Iron Galls in his right hand, respectfully speaking to Charman shrouded under a long robe:
"Sir, do you still need offerings? I have recently obtained a new batch of slaves, all of excellent quality."
Charman coldly swept his gaze over, and Rong Jinshan immediately noticed something was wrong.
This sir has no interest in the opposite sex.
These lunatics have little concept of male and female.
They’re probably just walking flesh.
"I gave you power, not for you to play with women all day."
"Yes, yes, you’re right to chastise me, sir."
"Remember. Look for shaved heads that meet our requirements, kill them if necessary.
And recently, make more money, create more chaos.
The Anomaly Bureau and the Church have limited energy; they can’t spare any to deal with your small troubles outside the city.
The Day of Destruction is not far off.
By then all of you will be contributors,
the great Blood-colored Lord will descend with miracles and take over this place."
Charman, with a ghastly white face, took the funding, gave some more instructions, and then left satisfied.
Rong Jinshan’s expression immediately darkened after Charman left.
The confidant beside him whispered, "Boss, are we really going to keep following these lunatics? What if they fail..."
Rong Jinshan fiercely looked towards the door, "We have no way out now."