In the early morning, the first ray of sunshine shone into Orn City. The poor people in the fifth district simply filled their stomachs and prepared to start a busy day. This day was nothing special to them, as boring and busy as any working day of the year.

But it is an unforgettable day for the underground forces in the Fourth District. Many surviving gang forces are hiding in their dark corners and trembling.

The gang forces in the fourth zone were cleared overnight. As long as the gang with a little reputation was caught, a group of businessmen who usually kneel down and lick them desperately relied on guns and weapons they had never seen before, ravaging the resentment in their hearts.

Even the most powerful Wild Wolf Gang turned into a group of dead wolves, and since then disappeared into people's memories. In the hands of powerful monsters, the gang bosses who are usually famous for their power were pinched into minced meat in minutes.

The remaining gang survivors also remembered a name, Tyrell, which is now a source of money in the eyes of merchants, and in the eyes of his enemies, the embodiment of fear.

Old William looked at his contract with satisfaction, which represented that he could only sell Tyrell's guns in the whole of Orn City in the next year. Although the market here is not the largest, it is the easiest. It is simply making money while lying down and not even needing freight.

However, what Old William felt even more gratified was the wailing of the wild wolf in his hand. Old William happily showed his gold teeth all over his mouth. In the past, his mouth would hurt every night. Even if his teeth had been pulled for more than ten years, the wound had been completely healed, but that night in his mind still couldn't get rid of it.

Tokoon, the younger brother of Toba of the Wild Wolf Gang, kidnapped himself in order to take down his own mine and threaten his father to sign a contract at a low price. The originally strong father decided not to compromise and gathered the thugs at home and decided to fight against the Wild Wolf Gang.

However, when the old father saw the 28 old William's teeth, he still felt soft-hearted. He finally gave up his efforts and exchanged the mine for his own dying self whose teeth were removed. In order to make a living, his father took him on the road of smuggling in the black market and eventually died on the road of smuggling.

Old William endured humiliation and had been with the wolves for more than ten years and had no choice but to use the Wild Wolf to help Tokounm. At one point, he felt that this revenge was about to be taken to the grave by himself, but last night Tokounm finally knelt down at his feet and begged for mercy to him. Old William changed his previous tolerance, smiled unrestrainedly, pulled down his teeth one by one with his own hands, and sent them to his father's grave.

Seeing Tokounmour's pain in his hands, Old William couldn't believe what happened tonight. A second ago, he was still trying hard to pick up some leftovers in the teeth of the Wild Wolf Gang. Unexpectedly, the Wild Wolf Gang was destroyed a few hours later. The power of the Tyrell Chamber of Commerce was really terrifying.

Apart from that monster Sail, I didn't expect that there was such a terrifying existence behind the scenes. The powerful Toba was like a paper man in front of him, and could be eliminated at will. There was a reason why he could take out so many powerful weapons without fear of others' involvement.

Looking back at the Governor of Wales who secretly tempted him, fortunately he did not agree to him easily, otherwise he might have become history like the Wild Wolf Gang. No, even history cannot be left behind. Old William was a little scared when he thought about this, and his back was wet with his cold sweat.

On the other hand, Tutu had already pulled his own batch of goods and had left Orn City. Thinking of Tyrell's strong man yesterday, Tutu felt his weakness, and his original pride of the three-star assassin has been broken by the cruelty of reality.

Tutu suddenly felt a little grateful that the federal nobleman gave him a knife, because even without him, he would die sooner or later. Maybe he would be in the next assassination mission, or next time? This is the fate of the assassin. He actually understood a long time ago that he thought he was fearless and not afraid of death, but at the moment when death really came, he felt fear. Especially now that he discovered that as Tyrel's partner business, he could get more money without having to work so hard, which even shook his assassin's belief. Tutu knew that he could no longer be an assassin.

At the suggestion of Seer, the manager of the Tyrel Alchemy Chamber of Commerce, I also participated in the cleaning activity last night. Even though I was injured, I was not a person that the country thugs could resist. I also used a new gun in advance. The effect made me intoxicated, as if killing had become an art.

Through this sacrificial gangster pledge, he was recognized by Ser and fought side by side with Ser. He also successfully became Tyrell's eight regional partners this time, and obtained the agency rights of the Snow Mountain area, which is also his hometown.

Tutu has always had a dream hidden in his heart. One day he would return to the tribe, chop off the head of the chief's family with his own hands, and stack it on top of the mountain peak of the Daxue Mountain. Just like they were about their own family, thinking about Tutu's barbarian who was close to 1.9 meters tall, tears flowed down unconsciously.

"How long has it been since I cried? Even if I was hurt during the mission, I never shed a single tear. The last time I cried, I still looked at my parents from afar, and my dear sister's head was stacked on top of the mountain by the chief. They were all implicated by me, and they beat the chief's son to death because of their impulse."

I thought that becoming an assassin would avenge my parents and sisters, but I was still too naive. The power of the chief was not something I could deal with. How could a small assassin without power avenge the chief of the overlord of one side?

But the goods in the carriage behind Tutu were his new beginnings. He would get a lot of money, arm his own power, arm them to his teeth, and equip Tyrell's best weapons, and the great Tutu chief would return to his original home as a victor.

The same thing happened to many Tyrell partners, some of which were the pursuit of money, some of which were the desire for revenge, and some of which were the expectation to become aristocrats and go to the upper world.

In Black Castle, Colin was holding eight contracts from Tyrell dealers. The contract looked just ordinary paper and had no strange words, but there was a trace of mystery that even God could not detect. They were connected to Colin's wizard cultivation system.

"Tyrell Alchemy Chamber of Commerce Partners: Old William, Tutu..." The information, ability, background, purchase quantity and other series of information in the system were clearly displayed in front of Colin, as if they were Colin's NPCs.

Now their lives are not just for themselves and death, but also for Colin.

"[Orn City Gangs of Gangsters Mopping Campaign] was completed and two thousand experiences were obtained." Colin felt in a good mood. It seemed that more such activities would be carried out in the future. This newly obtained experience was just used to upgrade his spirit. After just 18 o'clock, he would complete the final mission of the Black Crow Tower.

"Warning, warning, the shadow eye (the evil god) is watching you again."

Colin's good mood did not last long and was affected by this information.

"This thing is really annoying. I always look at me from behind. The key is that I have no choice but to do it. I feel very unhappy. It seems I have to think of a way."
Chapter completed!