CHAPTER 770: 190, DIVINE CONTRACTOR_2

"I have given Curator Chen two options."

General Lu said indifferently, "300,000 silver dollars, or you could use gold to offset the amount, one tael of gold is counted as thirty silver dollars."

The price of gold varies, and one tael of gold is mostly worth around twenty to thirty silver dollars.

But ten thousand taels of gold is a large sum.

What did General Lu need so much gold for?

The most critical question was, Curator Chen wasn’t particularly wealthy among the guests, yet he was also asked to provide so much—what about the others?

"300,000 silver dollars?"

Curator Chen was stunned, he didn’t have that much money, and even if he managed to scrape it together, it would nearly bankrupt him.

This was practically demanding half his life!

The other guests were also anxious, unable to help looking towards the real power broker of Yihai City, Elder Zhou.

"Hmph, 300,000 silver dollars..."

Elder Zhou scoffed, supporting himself with his cane as he slowly stood up, looked towards General Lu, and said, "General Lu, you certainly carry a great air of authority, asking for 300,000 from Curator Chen. How much are you planning to ask from this old man?"

During this conversation, the man seated next to Elder Zhou also stood up.

He was a gaunt man with a venomous gaze, his whole presence emitting a sinister aura.

General Lu appeared not to notice, merely smiling and saying, "Elder Zhou is known in the Southwest as a magnate, dealing in opium and firearms. With businesses like yours, supporting me with thirty million silver dollars shouldn’t be too much, right?"

"Thirty million silver dollars?"

Elder Zhou mocked with a laugh, "Well then, let’s see if General Lu has the life to take this amount of money."

The sound of rifle bolts being drawn back rang out in unison, as the soldiers raised their rifles and aimed at Elder Zhou and his companion.

Elder Zhou’s expression remained calm as he held his cane without speaking.

The sinister man, cold as a viper, chuckled and raised his hands, saying, "I advise you to put down your guns, otherwise, you’ll have to perish with me."

"Hmm?" General Lu looked towards the sinister man.

"Don’t believe me?"

The sinister man looked towards another soldier behind General Lu and said, "Look."

In an instant, darkness fell before the soldier’s eyes, and he collapsed to the ground with black blood flowing from his seven orifices, his body convulsing as he lost his life.

"Poison?"

Everyone was surprised.

There had been no contact, how had he managed to administer the poison?

General Lu’s gaze turned icy as he stared at the sinister man.

"Take another look?" the sinister man glanced towards another person.

Following that, another person beside General Lu fell, similarly bleeding from the seven orifices and poisoned to death.

The crowd was both shocked and secretly pleased, such a method of poisoning was too bizarre, merely needing a glance to administer poison?

Unexpectedly, Elder Zhou had managed to recruit such a capable person!

"Are you..." General Lu looked at the sinister man, finally speaking somberly, "the protector of the Southern Gu God Sect?"

"You actually recognize me?" the sinister man was somewhat surprised.

"Indeed..."

General Lu’s face grew cold, then he took a deep breath, raised his head, and loudly declared, "Mr. Borros, as you predicted, please make your move."

As the wind howled past, a Caucasian man with brown hair appeared on the stage, dressed in a neat white suit, clearly a Westerner.

Westerners were originally minority groups from the East Continent, oppressed and expelled, who crossed the ocean to settle on the West Continent.

With the widespread use of airplanes and ships, Westerners were not uncommon in the East Continent.

However, most Easterners still looked down on Westerners, always considering them to be the inferior races expelled centuries ago.

Even though many Westerners served the warlords of the East Continent, most could not attain high positions.

Thus, the guests below were even more alarmed.

What abilities did this Westerner have to compel General Lu to address him with such respect in public?

"Borros?"

The sinister man slightly furrowed his brow; he hadn’t heard this name before.

Elder Zhou, however, suddenly changed expression and spoke gravely, "Is this the Borros involved in the Hu’an Turmoil in Beijing?"

"Indeed, Elder Zhou seems to know quite a bit."

General Lu smiled and nodded, inquiring, "Since Elder Zhou has heard of Mr. Borros, shall we continue?"

Elder Zhou fell silent.

The sinister man couldn’t help but ask, "What’s the story with this Westerner?"

Master Zhou whispered,

The other guests didn’t hear, but Lin Yue heard it clearly.

"He who quelled five thousand rebels with his own strength during the Hua’an Rebellion, he is a Divine Contractor from the West Continent."

— This was what Master Zhou had said.

"Divine Contractor?"

Lin Yue slightly raised an eyebrow, taking a look at Borros, who resembled the humans from the Ancient World.

Moreover, the gods worshiped by the Divine Contractors of the West Continent were not native deities of the East Continent.

It was very likely they were gods who had descended from the Ancient World.

"Hmm?"

Lin Yue suddenly noticed that the perpetually quiet Black Moon in his view, had begun to faintly radiate a crimson halo.

Since arriving in the Yanfu World, this was the first time the Black Moon had shown any change!

According to that mysterious being’s statement—by cleansing the Black Moon with the Invader’s Blood, one could fulfill his desire!

He had seen some people from the West Continent before, but only this Divine Contractor caused the Black Moon to change!

This meant...

This Divine Contractor in front of him could possibly be the ’Invader’ recognized by the Yanfu World?

"The Divine Contractor from the West Continent..."

A thrill surged in Lin Yue’s heart, suddenly providing him with a direction.

As Borros appeared on stage, he immediately smiled towards the sinister man from the Gu God Sect of the south and said, "I have met several of your Elders from the Gu God Sect of the south, though they all died at my hands. The Witchcraft Technique is indeed miraculous, and did present some troubles for me, but... you’re merely a protector, perhaps recently contracted with the Gu God?"

The sinister man’s face turned pale.

Even the Elders of his sect had died at the hands of this West Continent Divine Contractor?

"No wonder the air here is somewhat tainted, it’s your released toxins, isn’t it?"

Borros shook his head slightly, then with a finger’s light touch and a visage of solemn sanctity, he softly said, "Purify."

Immediately, a blinding light burst forth, illuminating the entire venue in an instant before vanishing.

Almost everyone instinctively closed their eyes.

When they reopened them, the sinister man’s complexion turned deathly pale, muttering in disbelief, "Impossible... my poison..."

Commander Lu scoffed coldly, indifferently saying, "Kill him!"

Gunshots echoed in the hall.

A flurry of bullets swept over, and the sinister man attempted to dodge, but he still fell to the ground, coughing up fresh blood unwillingly, with venomous insects crawling out from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, and countless bumps moving under his skin.

A blazing light fell, and the sinister man turned into a pool of filthy blood, which then evaporated and disappeared.

"Truly vile..." Borros quietly sighed.

Commander Lu immediately said, "My thanks, Mr. Borros, I’ll take over from here."

Then, he turned his head to look at Master Zhou, and asked lightly, "Master Zhou, tell me, a million taels of gold or thirty million dollars?"

Master Zhou seemed to age ten years all at once, sitting down weakly and slowly closing his eyes, saying, "I need time."

"It’s fine, I will send troops to help you count, three days should be enough," said Commander Lu with a smile.

Then, he looked towards the other guests and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, although I am new here, I am somewhat aware of everyone’s assets, speak up now, how much are you willing to give to support me? Each person can only speak once, if you speak incorrectly, then you are my enemy."

"My Chen Family will give... give four hundred thousand dollars."

"My Nanling Chamber of Commerce gives five hundred thousand dollars."

"My Wang Family gives two hundred thousand dollars..."

Commander Lu didn’t speak again, only gazing at each guest, who could only offer their fortunes supportively as if mourning over lost spirits.

Everyone understood that Commander Lu was clearly intent on bleeding Yihai City dry!

But what could they do?

The man was so powerful, not only in control of tens of thousands of troops but also supported by that mysterious and powerful West Continent figure, Borros!

Who would dare not pay was choosing death.

One after another, the guests could only resign themselves to pay the money, considering it a price for their lives.

After a while, Commander Lu turned towards Lin’s father, the president of the Canals Chamber of Commerce. Lin’s father’s face was somber, his heart filled with extreme grief and indignation, just as he was about to stand up to speak, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

He was stunned, turning his head only to see a familiar face.

Lin Yue, with his hand on Lin’s father’s shoulder, stood up, looking at Commander Lu with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile and started to speak,

"Our family won’t pay, instead, Commander Lu, if you want to live, hand over all your money."