That night, in a magnificent house, Du Gao was immersed in a bathtub with warm water constantly gushing out. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the service of several young female slaves.
He has been engaged in the slave trade for a long time. Although he is wanted by several fortresses, he is still alive and well and lives a very comfortable life.
The house in Settlement No. 12 is just one of his stays. There is even a settlement in the wilderness which is his lair. To be able to operate until now without being caught, Du Gao must have his own ways.
He possesses the military force to ensure that slaves cannot rebel, and has a well-equipped private army of more than two hundred people ready to serve him at any time. He has five Ascendants around him, led by a Level 5 God of War.
He experienced many assassination attempts, but was protected by this team and survived.
In addition, Du Gao has a huge network of relationships and has overt or covert connections with some high-ranking officials in the fortress. These officials either received money from him or have leverage over him, and they provide him with various protections, either actively or passively.
But Du Gao is able to survive until now because of his keen "sense of smell" and the awareness of bowing his head when it is time to bow his head.
Living has meaning only if you make money.
He has always adhered to this principle and lived well.
Tonight, as usual, he planned to take a bath and go to bed early. He was already past the absurd age of seeking excitement, and he had basically experienced everything he should and shouldn't play.
So now, even though several beautiful female slaves who were almost naked were giving him a full body massage, Du Gao did not have the slightest physical impulse.
If he needs it, there are plenty of prettier and more pleasing beauties for him to enjoy, which is one of the benefits of having huge wealth.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard.
Du Gao frowned in dissatisfaction. This was his time to relax, and he had already instructed not to disturb him unless it was important. He believed his men knew this very well, so now, the sound of footsteps might mean that something had happened.
Du Gaoqing reluctantly opened his eyes and waved his hand to let the slave girls leave. Then he saw his confidant, a reliable man, rushing to the bathing pool: "Sir, something happened."
Du Gao's eyelids twitched: "What happened?"
"Butler Louis just sent someone to inform us that Mr. Victor will leave Settlement No. 12 tonight, and Elhoin will withdraw from the mine."
"The settlement and the mine will be managed by another group of people. I heard they came from the Scavenger City. Also, I have already found out what happened outside the city in the evening. Victor's son, Jack, was killed. It seems that someone from the church did it."
This series of news left the slave trader dumbfounded, and it took him a long time to digest the information.
Du Gao frowned, thinking: "Victor lost a son, but he still honestly evacuated the settlement and gave up the mine. It seems that the person who took over is not simple."
His confidant added, "There's also news from Elhoin. Mr. Victor told us that tomorrow this place will no longer belong to Elhoin, so we have to figure it out on our own."
Du Gao said in a deep voice: "Mr. Victor hopes that we will cause trouble for the new takeover."
The confidant immediately said, "Sir, I will have everyone prepare right away."
"It's time to prepare, but..." Du Gao laughed.
Come, "But not the kind you think."
The confidant couldn't figure out what his master was thinking, so he had to shut up and wait quietly.
Du Gao stood up from the bathtub: "We are in a cooperative relationship with Elhoin, not their dogs. Why should we listen to Victor?"
"Moreover, the new takeover dared to kill Victor's son and forced Elhoin to withdraw. He is obviously not an ordinary person. Am I asking for my life to be too long if we challenge such a person?"
The confidant asked carefully: "Sir, what should we do then?"
"First, send a group of the best and most beautiful female slaves to the new commander. If he doesn't accept them, then we can send him money. I don't believe that he doesn't want either money or women. As long as he accepts them, everything will be fine."
"We just want to do business. If Victor wants to seize territory, let them, Elhoin, do it themselves. I won't be his gun."
After Du Gao finished speaking, he glared at his confidant and said, "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and deliver the gift. I'll pack it up and go see the officer right away..."
Before he finished speaking, a dull roar suddenly came from outside, and then the house shook slightly, shaking off wisps of dust.
"what happened?"
"It sounded like an explosion."
When Du Gao and his confidant were at a loss, a Sublimator with blood all over his face ran in and shouted anxiously: "Mr. Du, we were attacked and the captain was killed."
"Old Kuger and the others are trying their best to stop them, but I'm afraid they won't be able to stop them for long. You should leave through the secret passage quickly."
Just as he finished speaking, a tall figure suddenly rushed over, and just as the Ascendant turned around, he was cut in half by a long-handled battle axe!
Du Gao was so frightened that his hands and feet went limp, and the female slaves screamed and ran to the corner, huddled together, and trembled.
Under the light, I saw a sturdy man over two meters tall wearing dark red armor covered with spikes. In his hand was a long-handled battle axe covered in blood. There was a black skull pattern on the axe blade.
Two lines of blood gushed out of the black skull's eye sockets, the scarlet color was blinding.
Seeing this pattern, Du Gao suddenly shouted: "You are from Blood City, you are 'Black Bone' Quinn?"
"Yes, it's me." The sturdy man took off his helmet, revealing a head of thick black hair. His face was covered with scars, looking hideous, as if his head was randomly stitched together.
Du Gao pointed at his nose and said, "Do you still remember me? We once drank together."
"I have some impression." The sturdy man carried the battle axe on his shoulder and whistled at the slave girl in the corner, "You still know how to enjoy yourself."
Du Gao said quickly: "If you like, these female slaves are all given to you. There must be some misunderstanding here. We are all in the same industry, there is no need to do this."
"First of all, we in Blood City have changed our business. We no longer deal in slavery, so I cannot accept any of your female slaves. I don't want to be frozen into an ice sculpture by Boss Luther and put on display."
The sturdy man waved his hand and continued, "There is no misunderstanding here. Since you, Du Gao, are in the same group as Elhoin, you must die tonight. Since we drank together, I will let you die quickly."
Du Gao's expression suddenly changed: "Why, are you and the new takeover of Blood City..."
"Well, we are now serving that adult."
"Etc., etc
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Du Gao waved his hands quickly: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding. I have no relationship with Elhoin, we are just collaborators. I will not do anything for Victor. Please take me to see that gentleman. I, Du Gao, am willing to provide a thousand slaves for that gentleman free of charge!"
The sturdy man laughed loudly and put his helmet back on slowly. "Du Gao, why do you think our Blood City changed its business? It's because that lord hates the slave trade. You actually want to send him slaves. Are you trying to make me laugh to death?"
"Give up. That lord needs to convince the people in the city to get rid of Elhorin's shadow, and your and Griffin's heads are indispensable."
After saying that, the sturdy man roared, raised his battle axe, and chopped the axe blade into Du Gao's abdomen, all the way up, tearing his body apart, and hanging him on the battle axe.
Du Gao opened his eyes wide, unable to believe that he was going to die just like that.
... ... .
When the slave traders were attacked, the only leader of Blood City, Luther, came to a street with several of his men. This street was Griffin's territory, and he blocked the street, where he manufactured and sold drugs, turning it into a drug kingdom.
Looking at the street from a distance, Luther sneered: "Protect me, and ignore other things."
As he spoke, he squatted down and pressed his hands on the ground. The star energy continued to transform into elemental energy, which then formed various abilities.
After a while, the ground on the street that Griffin controlled suddenly began to shake, and the frequency of the vibration increased from low to high, and from mild to violent within just a few seconds.
Amid such high-frequency vibrations, cracks quickly appeared in those factories and buildings, and the buildings began to collapse.
From afar, people could be seen running out of the buildings, yelling and shouting. However, even the ground on the streets began to crack.
Large cracks crackled and quickly spread across the street. The ground expanded to both sides, swallowing up every man.
Some lucky guys escaped from the collapsed building and avoided being swallowed by the cracks. They came to the street exit and tried to escape to other places in the city. But at this time, they saw a large amount of mud and sand suddenly sprayed out from the street exit, and then the exit broke, separating this street from other parts of the settlement.
Immediately afterwards, the ground began to bulge out from the cracks, rising continuously like a solidified "wave" or forming a huge high wall.
This situation was also happening in other parts of the street. The ground was lifted up by an invisible force, forming solidified "waves". They rose from all directions, gradually blocking the night and the moonlight.
The survivors retreated to the center of the street in fear, and then watched in despair as the 'waves' swept down, engulfing buildings and flooding streets. Hundreds of tons of sand and gravel completely buried the street.
At this time, Luther stood up and said calmly: "Find Griffin's body, cut off his head, and bring it back to me."
"Yes." Several men nodded, and then rushed towards the street that was flooded with sand and rocks and had no signs of life.
... ... ...
Tonight, the No. 12 settlement was completely devoid of its usual hustle and bustle. People hid in their homes, listening to the occasional roar coming from afar, and did not dare to leave their homes.