200: Next, who dares to disagree?

Inside the restaurant, the smell of blood mixed with the scent of alcohol, creating a nauseating odor.

The leader of the Blood Hand Society, who had been insufferably arrogant just a moment ago, was now kneeling on the ground, holding the "Joining Agreement" in both hands, his body shaking like a leaf in the autumn wind.

Behind him, the floor was littered with corpses.

Chen Qianhuan didn't even spare those corpses a glance.

He simply walked up to the scarred-face leader and gently pressed down the agreement.

"Make the handprint a bit clearer."

His voice was gentle, as if he were admonishing a lazy student.

The scarred-face leader felt as if he had received a grand pardon, and tremblingly dipped his thumb into the fresh blood on the ground before pressing it down heavily.

A bright red fingerprint appeared at the end of the agreement.

"Very good."

Chen Qianhuan nodded in satisfaction and tucked away the agreement.

"From now on, you are the first head of the Debt Liquidation Department of the Myriad Dao Merchant Guild's Black Forest City branch."

He patted the scarred face on the shoulder.

"Congratulations on your promotion."

The scarred face squeezed out a smile that looked uglier than crying, not daring to say a single word.

"I'll leave this place for you to clean up."

Chen Qianhuan turned and walked out.

"Before sunset tomorrow, I want to see all the prominent figures of Black Forest City at the City Lord's Mansion."

"Tell them that the Myriad Dao Merchant Guild invites them for tea."

His figure disappeared at the doorway.

Hua Ying followed silently like a shadow.

Leaving behind only a room of dead silence and a newly appointed head who had survived the disaster... The next day, at dusk.

In Black Forest City, the long-abandoned City Lord's Mansion had been cleaned overnight until it looked brand new.

The main hall was brightly lit.

A giant round table was filled with people.

These people all had fierce auras and arrogant gazes.

They were the leaders of the various major forces in Black Forest City, figures who could make the city tremble just by stomping their feet on ordinary days.

But today, the expressions on their faces were surprisingly uniform.

Solemn.

The news that the Blood Hand Society had changed masters overnight had flown across the city as if it had wings.

A power called the "Myriad Dao Merchant Guild" had taken over everything in an extremely professional manner.

"Hmph, playing tricks."

A one-eyed brawny man sitting to the left of the main seat snorted coldly, breaking the silence.

He wore an iron-gray wolf-skin coat, and his Mid-stage Heavenly Immortal aura radiated without concealment.

The leader of the Iron Wolf Gang, Wolf Fang.

Black Forest City's strongest force, aside from the Black Wind Stockade.

"I'd like to see which 'deity' dares to collect rent on my Iron Wolf Gang's territory."

Wolf Fang's voice was full of disdain.

The few confidants behind him also wore cruel smiles.

Just then.

"Creak—"

The doors to the hall were pushed open.

A youth wearing gray cloth clothes with an ordinary face walked in slowly.

Behind him followed a petite young girl who kept her head lowered.

Chen Qianhuan.

He looked around, a warm smile appearing on his face.

"It seems everyone is here."

He walked straight to the main seat and sat down naturally, as if it were his own home.

Hua Ying stood silently behind him like a shadow.

"You're the one from the Myriad Dao Merchant Guild?"

Wolf Fang narrowed his one eye, scrutinizing Chen Qianhuan.

Late Stage Earth Immortal?

The disdain in his eyes grew even stronger.

"I am Chen Qianhuan, the head of the Myriad Dao Merchant Guild's Black Forest City branch."

Chen Qianhuan introduced himself with a smile.

"I've invited you all here today to discuss a business deal."

He took a stack of brand-new account books from his robe.

"From today onwards, all mines, shops, and markets in Black Forest City will be unified under the management of my Myriad Dao Merchant Guild."

"We will split your profits seventy-thirty."

"We take seventy percent, you take thirty."

As his voice fell.

The entire hall instantly fell into a dead silence.

Then, a thunderous burst of wild laughter erupted.

"Hahaha!"

Wolf Fang laughed so hard tears almost came out.

He slammed the table suddenly, and the entire round table made of Profound Iron instantly shattered into pieces!

"Kid, are you fucking kidding me!"

He stood up, and his Mid-stage Heavenly Immortal pressure bore down on Chen Qianhuan like a mountain!

"Seventy-thirty? I'll split you into three hundred and seventy pieces today!"

"Die for me!"

He took a step forward, his fist the size of a casserole pot carrying a gale strong enough to tear through space, aimed straight for Chen Qianhuan's face!

The other leaders in the hall all wore expressions of watching a good show.

They seemed to already see the scene of this arrogant young man being punched into a mist of blood.

However.

The smile on Chen Qianhuan's face didn't change in the slightest.

He didn't even move.

The shadow behind him moved.

Fast.

Inexpressibly fast.

A faint, almost imperceptible cold light flashed and vanished within Wolf Fang's fist-wind.

Wolf Fang's fist stopped mid-air.

The cruel grin on his face froze.

In his single eye, there was unbelievable horror.

He looked down.

He saw that at some point, a short blade as thin as a cicada's wing had appeared in his chest.

The short blade had pierced through his protective immortal essence, through his prized wolf-skin coat, and accurately pierced through his heart.

Wisps of cold destructive power were frantically eroding his life force along the wound.

"You..."

He struggled to spit out a single word.

Hua Ying's figure reappeared behind Chen Qianhuan, as if she had never left.

The short blade in her sleeve had been retracted at some unknown point.

It was still so clean it could reflect a person's image.

"Thud."

Wolf Fang's burly body fell straight down.

His life force was extinguished.

The laughter in the hall came to an abrupt halt.

Everyone's face was frozen in an expression as if they had seen a ghost.

A Mid-stage Heavenly Immortal.

Just died like that?

Without even seeing how the opponent attacked?

"Sorry, excuse me."

Chen Qianhuan's voice broke the dead silence.

He stepped over Wolf Fang's corpse.

He walked up to the leaders who were already scared witless and placed the account books in his hand before them, one by one.

"Where were we?"

He was still smiling, his tone gentle.

"Oh, right, the seventy-thirty split."

He paused and added a sentence.

"Now, I've changed my mind."

"We take ninety percent, you take ten."

"Who agrees, and who objects?"

Dead silence.

A silence so absolute you could hear a pin drop.

No one dared to speak.

They looked at the youth with the warm smile and felt as if they were facing a smiling God of Death walking out of the abyss.

"It seems everyone agrees."

Chen Qianhuan nodded in satisfaction.

"Then it's settled."

He turned to leave.

As he reached the door, he seemed to remember something and looked back.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you all."

"When it comes to killing, we aren't actually that professional."

He pointed to his head.

"We are better at auditing accounts."

"So, I hope you won't try any tricks with the accounts in the future."

"Otherwise..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

But everyone understood.

The consequences would likely be more terrifying than death.

Chen Qianhuan and Hua Ying's figures disappeared into the night.

In the hall, a group of Black Forest City's big shots slumped in their chairs, cold sweat soaking their clothes.

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The End!