Boom!

Having just exited the tunnel, Leyu heard several violent explosions in the distance!

A dozen little fire dragons simultaneously rushed towards the sky, lighting up the night like an orange-red sunset, indicating that tonight's carnival had reached a feverish pitch.

If the previous riot was possibly assisted by someone in the shadows, now it's entirely the workers exerting their own strength.

The working class represents advanced productivity, and so-called advanced productivity not only refers to them as economic cattle producing milk from grass, but also to them having the capital to produce violence!

Even though the Ting Family's firearms factory is not located in Xuanzhu County, there are already enough resources within the county for the workers to squander. They are not unarmed; having daily contact with production materials, they naturally have the capability to transform them into weapons.

Iron armor, swords, firearms... it's assumed that the shops of the chamber of commerce on the outskirts have been looted clean. The goods produced by exploiting workers are about to be used by workers to hang capitalists.

The fireworks demand in Xuanzhu County is also booming, and it just so happens that luminous firepowder is not much different from fireworks. A skilled craftsman only needs to add Luminous Stone fragments to the fireworks to greatly increase their power. The current explosions in the inner city are likely 'combustion-modified' gunpowder.

Originally, dangerous items like Luminous Stone fragments and fireworks were strictly controlled by various chambers of commerce, but now the Silver Blood Association personnel in the outer district have likely defected or drowned themselves, with no force left to stop the workers from collaborating sincerely.

Moreover, it's estimated that White Night has also changed tactics, joining in now.

Leyu never overestimates White Night's wisdom, but does not underestimate that group's determination either.

Surely, White Night doesn't want tonight's riot to occur, but since 'they're here,' what they must do is not reduce casualties, but to go all out, completely rooting out Silver Blood Association.

Like a mischievous child throwing a stone at a mad dog and then being chased wildly by it, as a parent, what you should do first isn't educating the child to aim at a leashed dog with stones next time, but swiftly killing the mad dog—the child indeed made a mistake, but solving the problem doesn't always require addressing the person who made the mistake; sometimes you can simply resolve the mistake directly.

White Night's position is undoubtedly alongside the workers, and to avoid their failure and Silver Blood Association's retaliation, they have to employ a contingency plan, perhaps intended for Leyu, to utilize the silver and blood flowing through this land, igniting the flame throughout Xuanzhu County.

The so-called wheel of history is something that propels countless people forward together.

Whether you want or don't want, you'll ultimately become the power of the wheel, or perhaps turn into dust under the wheel.

Therefore, even if Silver Blood Association still has armed guards, powerful martial artists, or even defensive fortresses, they can only delay their destruction.

Time, geography, and human harmony—all are not on the Silver Blood Association's side, and they even have to worry if their slave guards could betray them—the relationship maintained by money and servitude isn't as firm as they imagine.

After all.

Youth Daily has been circulating for more than two months.

Moreover, who wouldn't want to partake in a thrilling zero-cost gold and silver jewelry event?

"Ho!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

"Hoorah—"

Upon exiting the tunnel, Leyu found himself in a small courtyard enclosed by tall walls. He saw a clothes rack nearby, casually grabbed a coat to cover his blood-stained, scar-ridden body.

Inside the main building, waves of noisy commotion arose, which Leyu found unsurprising—because this was the Black Sun Association's blood battle casino.

As Xuanzhu County is home to the wealthiest people, the inner-city facilities are replete with vice pursuits—gambling, prostitution, drugs—and anything imaginable, even human trafficking that almost kidnapped even White-haired Assassins to sell to Silver Blood merchants.

But now Leyu could understand why Silver Blood merchants have such peculiar desires, having witnessed how the White-haired Assassin exudes arrogance, capable of speaking as an equal to the entire Silver Blood Association, naturally stirring others' conquest desires.

Leyu even suspected Silver Blood merchants secretly approached the White-haired Assassin to pursue sponsorship.

Consider this: during the day, the White-haired Assassin commands Silver Blood Association leaders;

At night, you command the White-haired Assassin.

This equates to commanding Silver Blood Association leaders indirectly, doesn't it?

The Silver Blood Association leader might even desire such a role!

And Assassins, oh, what a rare attribute, liking that sort is not odd.

Especially White-haired.

White-haired indeed.

Yet, in the memories of Yin Yin Yin, hardly any assassin would stoop to freeloading. Firstly, the leaders won't allow it, and the assassin organization is legitimate—they only kill, not sell their bodies. Providing such services would cause internal competition and ruin the market, the high-end industry can't follow this path;

Secondly, assassins almost never trust others. If they had someone to rely on, they wouldn't join an assassin organization to endure the 'ten days of radiance' torture, which could be painfully fatal.

Even the White-haired Assassin finding her niche in the third industry has a market; 'spectacle' in Xuanzhu County is a widely popular program for all ages.

Blood battle is a spectacle equally enjoyed by the wealthy and the poor. Simply put, it's about throwing a group of strong men into an arena to perform brutal sports publicly until only one remains.

Xuanzhu County's three biggest money traps: Xiangxue Sea, Ungray Tower, Black Sun Blood Battle Casino. The first two are in the inner city, with only the blood battle casino in the outer district, as it's the only entertainment outer city poor can also partake in.

After all, if the poor, these non-paying players, don't fight for their lives below, how can Silver Blood elites, these paying players, enjoy a spectacle?

Leyu had never visited but Zhengwei encountered this place during his youth, earning some pocket money.

Zhengwei remembered the blood battle casino as gruesome.

Compared to the brilliant battles between martial artists, the blood battle casino mostly features combat between robust commoners, where dirty tactics become standard, leaving eyeballs and teeth scattered across sandy grounds.

Even the increasingly eccentric Zhengwei back then did not want to linger inside, indicating how much the scenes affected one's appetite.

Despite the excessive risk for participants, Black Sun Association generously rewards victors—if you win, you get a third of the money the casino earns from you!

Although most participants quickly squander the money, compelled to return repeatedly until they die amidst the sand, the high rewards continually attract numerous young men seeking quick cash, believing they have some knack, until their corpses stain the sand red.

If unnecessary, Leyu aimed to avoid entering.

But just as he planned to climb over the wall to leave, he felt a sharp pain in his temples, seeing two gunmen hidden on the rooftop aiming at him.

"Raise your head," a gunman said, "let me take a look."

"Brother, I escaped from the inner city," Leyu said with a bitter smile. "You can tell from all these injuries... I didn't bring much money in my haste, just a bag of gold coins, to give you two brothers as a toll. Let's pretend you never saw me tonight, okay?"

Leyu pulled out a money bag from his pocket, revealing the shiny little darlings inside, shaking them a bit to make them bounce like little ladies, hoping to catch the attention of the two gunmen.

However, the gang gunman just glanced at his face a few times and then knocked on the window on the second floor.

Soon, the house door opened, and a well-dressed fat man walked out, his face a greasy smile like lard, "The visit from President Jing really brings glory to our place! Please come in, President Wu has been waiting for a long time."

Leyu raised an eyebrow slightly but said nothing, following the fat man into the casino.

Just crossing the threshold, a wave of heat hit him full force—mixed with the smell of sweat, noise, summer heat, and waves of various hormones, it instantly made Leyu's breathing and heartbeat speed up, even starting to secrete adrenaline.

In the center of the casino was a circular sandy area illuminated by lights, surrounded by tiered seating for spectators, now with hundreds of people loudly cheering, watching the bloody fight between the two men on the sand.

"Finish him! Kick his balls with your foot!"

"What's with the hesitation, hit him!"

"Shit!"

The fat man led Leyu to the nearest spot outside the sand area and stopped moving. Leyu also said nothing, quietly waiting for the end of this match.

In his view, the fighting between the two on stage wasn't worth mentioning. Even though Leyu never practiced martial arts a day, he had stolen so many accounts with numerous skills and had quite a bit of theoretical knowledge and some actual combat experience, so he naturally looked down on the brawl between ordinary people.

But he had to admit, it was precisely this kind of low-skill brawling that was closer to the bloody nature of beasts.

On stage, the two confronted each other for a moment. The burly man made a bold move attempting a direct punch, but the skinny man slid in and violently attacked the burly man's groin, making him collapse on the ground in pain. The skinny man seized the opportunity to press on him, punching his face repeatedly and gouging his eyes.

After several minutes of beating, the burly man was completely still, his face unrecognizable, and the skinny man's hands were full of blood, indistinguishable whether it was his or the burly man's blood.

After delivering a last feeble punch, the skinny man knelt on the ground, gasping, saying, "President, he's dead..."

"Good, very good."

On the high platform among the audience, a tall, muscular man sitting in the main seat, with a towel over his bare shoulders, clapped his hands, and suddenly all the jeers stopped.

"In that case, I will let bygones be bygones about you two turncoats trying to steal from me." The tall man looked at the weak middle-aged man beside him, "Were there many bets against him?"

The middle-aged man nodded, "Yes, this time the casino made several thousand coins."

"Good, I'm in a good mood, so the boss here will treat everyone to drinks!"

"Thank you, President!" said all the gang members in unison, the tall man snapped his fingers, and someone quickly came in to clean up the corpse in the sand area.

Wu Renxing.

Leyu didn't know much about the leader of the Black Sun Association, the dominant force in Xuanzhu County's underground world, because he didn't need to know—they were just small fry. Once he had the time, he'd simply send in an elite team to sweep them clean.

At this moment Wu Renxing clapped his hands again, looking past the sand area, "Everyone, don't rush for drinks, besides the little show put on by the two turncoats, we seem to have a distinguished guest tonight."

At this time, the fat man opened the gate of the sand area, extending a hand to Leyu, "President Jing, please."

Leyu glanced at the sand area, then at the fat man.

The fat man maintained his lard-slicked smile, but Leyu suddenly felt a stabbing pain at the back of his head, obviously indicating that a gunman was aiming at his head.

"Interesting..."

Leyu strode into the sand, under the playful gazes of hundreds of gang members, walked to the center of the sand, where dry bloodstains remained in clumps on the ground.

He looked up at the high-ranking Wu Renxing, clasped his fists, and said, "Hello, President Wu."

"President Jing, nice to meet you," Wu Renxing said, wiping the sweat from his body with a towel and smiling. "Although I'm a president and you're a president, I usually wouldn't have the chance to even see you."

"Indeed, the tiger has fallen into a flatland and is bullied by the dog."

The gang members immediately shouted, Wu Renxing raised his hand, signaling for silence, "President Jing, no need to be so angry. I'm not insulting you, just letting you know your circumstances—you're in trouble now, you've come to my turf, and you need my help. I'm just letting you know that a favor from me, Wu Renxing, is important."

"Help? I don't think so," Leyu shook his head. "I just feel like you're 'kicking a man when he's down' to threaten me."

"President Jing, it's all the same," Wu Renxing spread his hands, "just like you threaten the Silver Blood Association with the Linhai Army, I use the Black Sun Association to threaten you, isn't it the same? And I'm somewhat better because the Black Sun Association is mine, but the Linhai Army isn't yours."

"Not the same, when I bully someone, it's openly bullying the strong. But when you bully people, you have to wait until I'm alone and in distress," Leyu squinted and said, "even though both of us bully people, the gap between you and me is larger than that between man and dog."

"Kill him!"

"Fuck him!"

"Let him die!"

The gang members shouted again, but Wu Renxing looked rather amused, "Interesting, I thought no matter what, President Jing, you would first endure humiliation, find a way to escape, and then seek revenge against me. I didn't expect you're not quite like the shrewd President Jing in the rumors, and you have such a temper."

"I can have a good temper too. If I can't provoke someone, I'm very polite, like Blue Flame, like Mr. Iron, like my wife," Leyu raised an eyebrow, "but when facing those I can provoke, I don't need to mind my temper, like Lord Wanghai, like you."

"Tsk tsk tsk," Wu Renxing couldn't help clapping, "see how differently the upper class speaks, even flattery is so subtle. I, Wu Renxing, can actually be ranked alongside Lord Wanghai; President Jing, your words are enough to make me drink myself senseless tonight!"

"But—"

Wu Renxing clapped his hands, and several gunmen in the audience immediately aimed at Leyu's vital parts.

"Do you really think I can't provoke you?"

"Then shoot," Leyu spread his arms wide, "come on, shoot me, don't spare me just because I'm a handsome guy."

"After all—"

"White Night wouldn't pity you a bit just because you're a mob boss."