Chapter 871: Chapter 871 Killing a Chicken to Warn the Monkeys Chapter 871: Chapter 871 Killing a Chicken to Warn the Monkeys Sure enough, when they looked around, they found that the number of people had indeed increased, albeit scattered throughout various locations, yet it always felt a bit unusual.
However, it was Sherry who shook her head, dismissing their concerns with an indifferent tone, “Oh, you guys must be overthinking it. Haven’t a lot of people co from all over the country for the auction recently? Plus, with it being the Lantern Festival, it’s normal for there to be more people.”
Greg didn’t say much in response but silently continued leading them towards the Webb Family castle.
Swish!
As they rounded the next corner and brushed past two dark-skinned foreigners, these two suddenly revealed a fierce glint in their eyes, stabbing with daggers and spitting poison, aiming straight for Greg’s face.
Their attack was extrely fast, completing all their actions in a blink of an eye. Even Karen and the others were unable to react in ti before a flash of cold light sparkled in front of Greg.
“Hmph! Seeking death!”
Greg scoffed coldly, flicking his finger. The Five Elents Breath burst forth, swiftly wrapping around the poison and shooting it back in the opposite direction, piercing through the bodies of the two n.
Before the two black n could fully extend their daggers, they scread in agony, doubled over on the ground, foaming at the mouth and rolling their eyes back.
“Ah! What… what is this…”
The sudden commotion gave Sherry a huge fright; her already pale complexion turned even paler, clearly realizing they had been attacked!
Karen and Zoey imdiately went on high alert, without hesitation, activating their Cold Ice Ability and positioning themselves protectively at Greg’s sides.
“Master Ouyang! It seems soone is after you!”
“Hehe, no need to be nervous!”
Greg patted their shoulders, “Let’s keep going and see what else they’ve got in store for us.”
For the rest of their journey, the four heightened their vigilance and hastened their steps back to the castle.
All the way, continual attempts were made on Greg’s life, with a wide variety of tactics employed by assailants, who were generally around the seventh and eighth levels of power, and all were dark-skinned middle-aged n, which suggested they were likely from the sa place!
“Brother Ouyang, this might just be a feint from them. I think we should head back quickly and report to father!” said Sherry, visibly anxious, contemplating that other families and tycoons might also make significant moves.
Greg shook his head, “No, you’re wrong. Others might be a feint, but for these people, there is only one chance!”
Because… so far, all those who had taken action were dark-skinned, a trait too evident in their complexion. If they failed to seize this opportunity, the next ti would be even less likely!
Ratatat!
Indeed, just as this thought had settled in his mind, and they were just leaving the vicinity of the riverside, more than a dozen tall and muscular black n hurriedly appeared, blocking their path.
“Ouyang! You sure are capable, killing so many from our tribe!”
The lead man, nad Jim Conant, cursed through gritted teeth, “I’ve nearly figured out everything about you. If you don’t want to die at our hands tonight, then hand over the goods obediently…”
“Hmph! What a lot of nonsense!”
Unfortunately for him, Greg cut him off impatiently before he could finish speaking, stretching out a hand and tossing out an Immortal thod Light Dart. The Light Dart shot out with the force of thunder, instantaneously multiplying into thousands, dazzlingly locking onto these black n and striking at them.
“Julius!”
Jim Conant, the cult leader, and the others clearly did not expect Greg Jensen to take action so directly. They quickly concentrated and unleashed their Special Abilities, exerting their utmost power in hopes of a swift and decisive battle.
However, the Immortal thod Light Dart was extrely powerful, especially after being infused with the Five Elents Special Ability. Not only was its speed pushed to the extre, leaving only trailing afterimages before one’s eyes, its force and penetrating power were also beyond imagination.
In the blink of an eye, as their hands had just been raised, the Light Darts ruthlessly turned them into beehives, leaving only Jim Conant standing there, stunned.
“How… how is this possible? How can you have such strong strength?”
Jim Conant stood there, his eyes wide and mouth agape, nearly believing he was seeing things.
After all, he had brought level seven and eight powerhouses with him, hoping that, at the very least, they could hold out for a while and gradually whittle down their opponent. Little did he expect his people would be annihilated in a re instant.
“If I didn’t have this kind of strength, would I wander around with three won by myself? Fool!”
Greg Jensen scoffed coldly, unwilling to waste words on such people. With a flick in the air, he pierced through Jim Conant’s heart.
Afterward, he decapitated these n, collected their purses, and swiftly returned to the castle, entrusting soone to hang the heads outside the gate.
Wren Webb soon learned of this news, and he rushed to find Greg Jensen, dumbstruck by the sight of the dozen heads hanging in the air.
“This… Mr. Ouyang, isn’t this a bit improper? We’re not in a good position to anger those tycoons and families right now!”
He was worried that once these heads were displayed publicly, they would attract even more trouble, potentially affecting the mining operation at Snow Wave Mountain.
Greg Jensen gave him a disdainful glance, “I want exactly this effect! Not hanging them would only invite more trouble!”
The n he had killed were all level seven and eight strongn. Publicizing their demise would serve as a warning to anyone else with aspirations of trouble; this would be their fate as well!
Leaving those words behind, he waved his hand, indicating everyone to return to the guest hall, and began to inquire carefully about the recent situation.
Wren Webb reported that over five thousand miners were already prepared, with another group en route from abroad, expected to arrive in the coming days.
There was a bit of a complication with the equipnt, as a group of rchants were buying it at high prices, presenting various difficulties, refusing to sell no matter how much was offered.
Even a fool could guess it was the work of Williams and his cohort, deliberately purchasing the equipnt in advance to delay their start of operations.
“Heh… Then there’s no need to buy from them. The great expense they incurred to purchase those equipnt will ultimately only beco a pile of scrap in their hands.”
Greg Jensen laughed, not the slightest bit concerned about the situation.
Or rather, he had anticipated such a scenario and thus had arranged for a large batch of equipnt to be shipped by sea from other locations. Calculating the ti, they should also arrive by tomorrow.
“Mr. Brandon Grant, concerning the mining operations at Snow Wave Mountain, I can only help you to get started and take out a fraction of the thorns in our side. The rest, moving forward, is up to you!
I hope our cooperation involves more than just profit. You also need to have the ability to hold your own, otherwise… if you truly cannot handle these territorial rights, it’s better to quit early on!”
His gaze was sharp, his words loaded with aning.
Wren Webb could not miss the implications, hastily wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he said:
“Rest assured… my Webb Family is not a bone that just anyone can chew on!”
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