170: The Journey from Gangster Boss to Free Bodyguard

Not far from Lin Yuan, the Black Shark Gang's excavation team entered the scene.

Iron Head swung a pickaxe, striking fiercely at the rock wall.

Crack.

A large blue crystal, the size of a washbasin, broke off.

"It's out! It's out!"

Iron Head shouted excitedly, clutching the still-glowing stone and rushing to Xiao Zhenhai.

"Gang Leader! Look at this quality! It's top-grade!"

Xiao Zhenhai was currently standing with his hands behind his back, looking at Lin Yuan who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, calculating how to maximize his profits.

Hearing Iron Head's shout, he turned around.

"Good stuff."

Xiao Zhenhai took the crystal, his hands trembling slightly.

This one piece alone could be worth hundreds of Spiritual Qi coins.

And this place was an entire mineral vein.

They struck it rich.

Xiao Zhenhai suppressed his ecstasy, sensing the energy contained within this "Divine Stone."

Strangely, there was nothing inside.

Although the crystal in his hand was still glowing, it was empty inside, and not even a trace of Spiritual Qi could be sensed.

"What's going on?"

Xiao Zhenhai frowned tightly and squeezed with his fingers.

Snap.

The seemingly indestructible crystal actually shattered into powder in his hand.

Only some blue dust drifted away, then quickly faded.

"This... how is this possible?"

Xiao Zhenhai was stunned.

"Gang Leader! I found another one!"

A subordinate nearby offered another, larger crystal like a treasure.

Xiao Zhenhai snatched it.

He crushed it.

Still powder.

"Dig again!"

Xiao Zhenhai growled.

He didn't believe it.

Although the Black Shark Gang members didn't understand why, seeing the Gang Leader's expression, they didn't dare to ask more questions and dug even harder.

One, two, ten... In just a few minutes, Xiao Zhenhai's feet were piled with crystals of all sizes.

But without exception.

They were all waste.

All the energy had been drained.

Xiao Zhenhai suddenly turned his head.

He stared at the figure sitting cross-legged not far away.

Faint streams of light were faintly visible flowing beneath Lin Yuan's skin.

The charge density in the surrounding air was terrifyingly high, even forming a fine network of electric arcs on the ground.

"Eat..."

Xiao Zhenhai remembered what Lin Yuan had said earlier in the conference room.

"That's my rations, I just eat."

At the time, he thought it was just a metaphor.

He thought this kid wanted to monopolize the mining rights.

Now it seemed.

This was literally what he meant!

He was really "eating" this mineral vein!

"Gang Leader, this..."

Iron Head looked at the ground full of stone powder and also realized what was happening, his face pale.

"This kid ate all the meat, he didn't even leave us a drop of soup!"

"He's Cultivating now, should the brothers..."

He made a throat-slitting gesture.

Xiao Zhenhai took a breath, suppressing the urge to kill.

He looked at Lin Yuan.

The young man was clearly focused on Cultivating, yet he gave off an extremely dangerous feeling.

As if if he dared to move, he would turn into charcoal the next second.

"Stop."

Xiao Zhenhai held Iron Head back.

"Gang Leader?!"

Xiao Zhenhai tidied his clothes, and the expression of strategic planning returned to his face.

Although his heart was bleeding, the public statements had to be eloquent.

"Since Young Master Lin is Cultivating, we must do our job as Protectors."

Xiao Zhenhai turned around, his back to Lin Yuan, facing the perimeter.

"Pass down the order."

"Everyone stop digging and spread out in a defensive formation."

"Anyone who dares to approach Young Master Lin within a hundred meters will be killed without mercy!"

Iron Head's mouth hung open, his jaw almost dropping to the ground.

This plot was wrong!

Weren't they a gang? How did they suddenly become private security guards?

And the free kind?

"What are you waiting for!"

Xiao Zhenhai kicked Iron Head's backside, "Hurry up! If you disturb Young Master Lin's Cultivation, I'll bury you at sea!"

Iron Head rubbed his backside, and although he was extremely unwilling, he obediently went to carry out the order.

Xiao Zhenhai stood in place, listening to the rumbling thunder from behind him, a bitter smile on his face.

This was not finding an ally.

This was clearly inviting an ancestor.

He only hoped that once this ancestor was full, he would still remember the "errand fee" he had promised earlier.

"Beauty Su."

Lin Yuan, who was Cultivating, suddenly spoke without opening his eyes.

"Tell Gang Leader Xiao, I've noted this favor."

"After the fight, those Sea Wave Society ships are his."

Xiao Zhenhai's ears twitched.

His previously gloomy mood turned sunny.

Sea Wave Society ships? There must be a lot of good things hidden inside.

This deal wasn't a loss!

"Thank you, Young Master Lin!"

Xiao Zhenhai immediately put on a loyal appearance, his back straight, vigilantly staring around.

Su Wanqing stood aside, watching this scene, feeling utterly helpless.

Was this the power of money?

Only this guy could trick a gang leader into becoming a security captain.

"Don't get distracted."

Lin Yuan's voice sounded again, this time with a hint of solemnity.

"The show is starting."

Su Wanqing looked around and understood what Lin Yuan meant.

Something had happened on the Thousand Hands Society's side.

The gang members, who should have been united against an external enemy, were now like a group of madmen, wielding their blades against their companions.

"Kill! Kill you!"

A mutant with three arms, his eyes bloodshot, grabbed a dagger and plunged it into his teammate's abdomen.

As he stabbed, he let out a strange laugh.

"Hehehe... so many Divine Stones... they're all mine..."

And the companion he stabbed, until his death, had a bewildered and terrified look on his face.

He didn't understand why the guy who was just calling him brother and drinking with him had suddenly turned into a vengeful ghost.

Such scenes were playing out everywhere within the Thousand Hands Society's ranks.

"This is..."

Su Wanqing conjured an ice thorn, ready for battle.

"Mental interference."

"Or some kind of large-scale illusion."

She looked at the gray-robed figures moving through the chaos.

The Sea Wave Society cultists were not in a hurry to act.

They were like a group of reapers, walking on a battlefield of flying flesh and blood.

The Thousand Hands Society members, whose eyes were bloodshot from killing, seemed not to see them at all.

Even if a gray-robed figure passed in front of them, the mutants' blades would deflect, cutting into the air or another teammate.

"Pfft."

A gray-robed figure walked behind the three-armed mutant.

A gentle slash with a dagger in his hand.

A head flew into the air.

The movement was fluid and precise.

This was not a battle at all.

This was a one-sided slaughter.

"Something's not right."

Xiao Zhenhai also noticed the anomaly, his face becoming extremely grim.

"What kind of dark magic did the Sea Wave Society use?"

Just then.

The few remaining powerhouses of the Thousand Hands Society broke free from the illusion.

"Bastards! What are you doing?!"

The leading six-armed giant roared, punching away a mutant who was gnawing on a corpse.

He looked around.

The hundreds of brothers who were once mighty now had fewer than ten still standing.

Limbs were scattered everywhere, and the ground was stained black and red.

And those gray-robed figures stood on the pile of corpses, looking at him indifferently.

That kind of gaze.

It wasn't like looking at enemies.

It was more like looking at a group of pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

"Run!"

The six-armed giant was terrified.

This was not a force they could contend with!

He disregarded the Divine Stone mineral vein and turned to escape towards the sea.

The remaining powerhouses also awoke as if from a dream, scrambling to follow in escape.

The high priest holding the staff stood on a rock, watching the fleeing figures, and did not order them to be stopped.

"Clear the site."

"The God requires sacrifices."

With his command.

The gray-robed cultists moved.

They did not go to mine the exposed Divine Stones.

Instead, they bent down.

Grabbed the corpses on the ground.

Whether it was the Thousand Hands Society mutants or the fishermen who were thrown down as cannon fodder earlier.

As long as it was flesh.

As long as it was still bleeding.

They were all dragged up.

"What are they doing?"

Iron Head watched this scene, his stomach churning, and he couldn't help but retch.

He saw the gray-robed figures pull out black metal nails from their robes.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The metal nails were fiercely driven into the corpses' foreheads, hearts, and Dantian.

The blood that was still flowing stopped.

The corpses shriveled, their vital essence drained by those nails.

Immediately after.

They stacked the corpses neatly beside the mineral vein, like piles of firewood.