I have a city in another world

Chapter 6895 The Price of Insatiable Greed

Death is the most powerful deterrent; it can instantly turn a wicked person into a docile and obedient one.

In a world where strength reigns supreme, only those with formidable power can effectively deter powerful enemies.

Everyone present was shocked to see the three arrogant rat cultivators being killed in an instant.

They had anticipated that the envoy sent by the employer would react, and that they could not allow the rat monks to run rampant.

However, no one expected that Yves's behavior would be so violent and cruel, instantly killing three rat cultivators.

This group of rat cultivators are all insane and cruel people who don't care about the lives of others, but they might also go mad because of the plight of the rabbits dying.

If they feel threatened, they will fight to the death, and they don't care who Yves is.

However, upon closer inspection, the other rat cultivators had all vanished without a trace, and their greedy, covetous gazes had disappeared as well.

The facts prove that Yves's deterrent measures were very effective, making even the restless rat monks behave.

If we fail to deter them, those rat-like cultivators lurking in the shadows will surely pounce on us like wolves.

They would seize slaves from other races, slaughter them indiscriminately, and then flee to other places to hide.

Once the heat dies down, they can continue to live a carefree life without worrying about retaliation from the victims.

These rat-like cultivators are all steeped in bloodshed and have countless enemies. Once they fall into the hands of official cultivators, they have no chance of survival.

If they are lucky, they will be sent to the Black Prison to suffer. Although they can live longer, they will still suffer a fate worse than death.

This group of rat monks, though arrogant and cruel, were not entirely without scruples.

When they encounter beings stronger and more ruthless and cold-blooded than themselves, they choose to take a detour.

At this moment, Yves established a formidable image, making the group of rat monks extremely wary.

The rat monks had no idea that Yves was far more shocked and surprised than they were at that moment.

Before the operation, Yves simply tested the equipment and learned how to use it.

Although he had guessed that the item bestowed by Tang Zhen was powerful, he did not expect it to be so terrifying.

Wizards of similar skill level, along with two experienced senior apprentices, were instantly reduced to charred ashes.

Such a horrific attack is chilling and truly an eye-opener.

This was a true instant kill, leaving absolutely no room for resistance. No wonder it scared away a group of rat cultivators.

If Yves' anger is not appeased and he targets the other rat monks, wouldn't he also end up being reduced to ashes?

The trouble was resolved with swift and decisive action, and the rest became simple: a group of alien slaves were transferred to transport wagons and then proceeded along the route provided by Yves.

Several selected mercenary teams were responsible for escorting the passengers throughout the journey; once they reached the designated location, the mission was considered complete.

In the time that follows, how to escape and hide is up to the participants themselves.

"Guys, I wish you good fortune and lots of fun!"

Before boarding the vehicle, Yves waved towards the battlefield, offering a blessing.

Whether it was genuine or not, no one cared; it was just for good luck.

As an employer, choosing to evacuate at this moment proves that the mission has been completed.

In the following period, everyone will go their separate ways and wait for the settlement of the remaining commission.

If you accidentally die, don't worry about being cheated out of your money; there will be a middleman to supervise the distribution of your commission.

Those armed personnel who insist on staying on the battlefield to loot goods will have to bear all the risks they encounter themselves.

Upon hearing this, the mercenaries responded enthusiastically and bid farewell to their mysterious employer. Of course, some took the opportunity to hurl insults, though Yves couldn't hear them.

The rat monks, in particular, cursed their employer inwardly because they hadn't gotten the treat they wanted.

Upon seeing those alien slaves, the rat monks were filled with excitement and a deep longing.

Many of the rat-like cultivators were already secretly making up their minds that even if they couldn't complete the mission successfully, they still had to experience the taste of the alien girl.

As for rules and contracts, they didn't take them seriously at all; they were things that could be trampled on at will.

However, everything depends on the situation. If the employer is too powerful, the rat monks will be no match for them and will obediently follow the rules.

Unfortunately, this time they encountered a powerful employer, which prevented their malicious intentions from being fulfilled.

The frustration and depression in his heart needed no further explanation; at this moment, he could only vent his anger through a frenzied killing spree.

Members of a slave-catching team, along with the staff of the manor, all became targets of the attack.

The staff at the manor are all dispatched by the Duke's mansion and are never hired locally.

There were no innocent victims; they were all accomplices to evil and deserved to be killed.

The rat monks didn't care whether their targets were good or evil; as long as they were in a killing scene, everyone was a target for them.

Although it was perfectly clear that official monks and reinforcements would likely arrive soon, the rat monks were still unwilling to leave.

Some crazy guys wanted to fight the reinforcements and official monks to vent their anger.

Even though they knew perfectly well that it was a suicide mission, some guys still wanted to do it.

At that moment, a group of rat-like monks quietly left the slave manor, looking impatient.

Judging from their direction of movement, they were clearly tracking the slave transport convoy.

Most of the rat monks guessed the group's intentions; they were most likely planning to rob a transport convoy.

Although Yves had previously intimidated a group of rat monks, preventing them from making any rash moves.

But this group of guys are like dogs that can't change their nature; they're a bunch of demons driven by desire.

Driven by their desires, they can abandon humanity and morality, even gambling with their own lives.

Even if there is only a tiny chance of success, you must try it, otherwise you will be restless and unable to eat or sleep.

The rat-like monks who went to hijack the car were a bunch of crazy guys who had developed inner demons.

If strictly assessed, they are actually monsters, and everyone in the cultivation world would want to kill them.

The other rat monks certainly wouldn't stop such behavior; on the contrary, they hoped it would succeed.

This is because in doing so, they will also have the opportunity to gain benefits and satisfy their perverse desires.

Another group of mercenaries also noticed this scene and couldn't help but mutter to themselves.

Should we privately remind the mercenary teams responsible for escorting the goods to avoid being ambushed by the rat monks?

But they were also afraid that if things were exposed, they would suffer retaliatory attacks from the rat monks, and then they would never have peace again.

After some hesitation, he ultimately decided to give up, since it was not a wise move to cause trouble in order to save someone.

Several other mercenary groups, due to their interests and cooperative relationships, could not stand idly by and watch such a thing happen.

They followed the route and drove quickly in pursuit, arriving at a valley ten minutes later.

Thick smoke billowed through the valley, flames raged, and corpses hung from some large trees.

Upon closer inspection, they discovered that these were indeed the rat-like cultivators who had followed them, their bodies riddled with charred holes, their necks entangled in vines, swaying gently in the valley wind.