Just as Chen Feng was preparing to hunt the Earth-Boring Giant Worm, a letter filled with ssages of Order was delivered by a homing pigeon to Qiaodong District, passed through various hands, and finally placed before Feng Zhiyong for inspection.
At the sa ti, Zhang Xueyuan, the Beast Tar of Qiaodong, who was hailed as the King of Beasts, also received news of the Thunder Prison Dragon Lion rampaging and murdering his brother.
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Qiaodong District.
Zhang Xueyuan’s residence is located in the Golden Eagle Garden, which before the apocalypse was the most prosperous and expensive place in Qiaodong. Surrounded by lush greenery, buildings rose one after another, and in front of one building, five ferocious beasts loitered.
Leopard, Green Wolf, Tiger, Giant Bear, Ape.
These ferocious beasts were all mutated wild beasts, their originally savage aura beca even more intense with mutation, especially their eyes, emotionless and blood-red, as if filled with blood.
Zhang Xueyuan is a renowned Beast Tar in Qiaodong, possessing the ability to control wild beasts, and all of these five ferocious beasts have been nurtured to the Bronze Realm!
However, despite their majestic appearance, these beasts now displayed a sense of nervousness, an oppressive atmosphere that forced them to lie down on the ground, not daring to stand up.
Because at this mont, Zhang Xueyuan was not in a good mood.
"Thunder was subdued? With a single step? How could this be! Thunder was carefully nurtured by . With a swing of its lion’s paw, even granite would crack, and it has the ability to release lightning. With such power, it could easily handle a small swarm of insects, yet this powerful Thunder was stepped on and couldn’t even get up. It was eventually leashed and led away like a dog!"
"Crack!"
A table of fine food was slamd to the ground by a man with leopard eyes, a tiger’s mustache, and dark skin.
This man is Zhang Xueyuan.
From his speech, it appeared he was only worried about the whereabouts of the Thunder Prison Dragon Lion and showed no concern for his brother’s tragic death, which is lantable, proving that kinship pales in comparison to animal attachnt.
"Chen Feng? Is that his na? He seized my Thunder, and I will make him pay for it. Go, tell Ninth Master, ask him to take charge for . When that person cos to Qiaodong, suppress him harshly, make him wish he were dead rather than alive!"
"Yes, I will imdiately notify Ninth Master!"
A subordinate next to Zhang Xueyuan promptly responded.
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In Feng Zhiyong’s room.
"This Chen Feng, I really underestimated him. Wang Feng’s letter says he subdued Zhang Xueyuan’s lion with a single move, and his subordinates can summon skeletons to hunt insects and feed humans in return. Such an ability is a boon to the people."
"This man possesses the look of a wolf, and after subduing the Thunder Prison Dragon Lion, he ordered it to attack its owner. Such ruthless ans set him apart, cold-blooded and rciless."
Standing beside Feng Zhiyong was a man in a suit and gold-rimd glasses, speaking up.
Han Qiang, Feng Zhiyong’s trusted aide, calm and composed. This man, who looks only in his thirties, has a face that never reveals what he is truly thinking.
At Feng Zhiyong’s side, he performs a role similar to Xu Zhe’s, often relying on him for strategies, ensuring they remain undefeated in disadvantaged situations.
Feng Zhiyong shook his head: "Special tis call for special asures. This is a talent; we shouldn’t push him away just because he is decisive."
"However, you must guard against him, don’t fully trust him," Han Qiang advised Feng Zhiyong with a furrowed brow.
"Regardless of anything, I’ll find a way to recruit him. With his assistance, our burdens would be lighter." Feng Zhiyong lifted his head, his face resolute.
"He wants manpower? We need to show enough sincerity. Craft a master of steel? Let Hao Jiangpeng take his family to Order, and then serve directly under Chen Feng’s command, never need to return to Qiaodong from now on!"
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In the dark dungeon, the sound of painful groans echoed occasionally, like the wails of fierce ghosts, rendering the place grim and terrifying.
In the deepest part of the dungeon, a petite girl was bound to the wall. She wore a long white dress, her legs long and hips curvy, her fair feet exposed, a beauty of rarity.
Yet, this beauty, enough to drive countless n mad, was now in a pitiful state, dozens of lash marks across her body, her white dress soaked in blood, revealing large areas of red skin. Saddest of all were the three lash marks on her cheeks, leaving them a mass of bloody flesh, transforming her into a broken doll.
Her fists clenched, toes tensed, veins visible beneath her fair skin, indicating the extre cruelty she endured.
The assailant was a man in his fifties, with dead fish eyes, a hooked nose, gray-white hair draping over his shoulders, slightly hunched, seemingly lifeless. Yet, this very man was holding a whip, lashing it upon the girl repeatedly.
"Slap slap..."
Footsteps resonated in the dungeon, followed by a young man entering from outside. Though young, his hands were like chicken claws, curled up tightly, even the bones clearly visible.
"Ninth Master, we’ve received a ssage from Order, our people are dead, and the lion was subdued. Third just relayed a ssage, requesting Ninth Master to make a move, suppress the opposition." The man reported.
"Whap!"
And, at the side, Ninth Master’s whip struck the girl again, who, with her rather remarkable appearance, hung her head lifelessly, dead, beaten to death just like that. At this mont, her panic-stricken eyes pierced through her hair towards the front, as if having faced extre injustice, exuding an eerie air of unfulfilled death.
Ninth Master turned, his eyes like stagnant water, devoid of life. He is Hong Jiuling, the leader of the conservatives.
In all of Qiaodong, he commands seventy percent of the power. Feng Zhiyong is the nominal leader, but he is the true hidden king, with nurous subordinates, none of whom are ordinary.
However, this person has an unknown hobby—he loves to torture beautiful won; the more beautiful, the more he enjoys it. With his special status, the count of won dying at his hands has already surpassed double digits.
Hong Jiuling did not even glance at the letter, his eyelids drooping, speaking in a hoarse voice: "Trash, the brother is trash, the beast he raised is trash, the brother is also trash." His voice was raspy, as if his vocal cords were damaged, causing an annoying sensation.
"But, when hitting a dog, you need to look at the owner, showing off without sense of life or death, daring to touch my people." Hong Jiuling snorted coldly: "No need to hurry to find him, just wait here. Wait until he cos knocking, let him explain why people died at his doorstep. Can’t explain? Find a chance to cripple him, then grab the so-called Order."
"Ninth Master, I heard the individual is an old acquaintance of Feng Zhiyong. I’m worried this might cause displeasure." The man’s body trembled as he asked.
"Feng Zhiyong? He is now like a mud Buddha crossing a river, unable to protect himself. Truly believes grooming a few new talents would allow him to contend with , what a fool’s dream!" Hong Jiuling hunched his back, his voice frigid as iron: "Move quickly, would he really tear his face for a dead person? Prepare in advance, I’m awaiting your good news."
"Yes!"
The man agreed, stepping back out of the dungeon step by step.
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