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The second-in-command was stunned for a moment, and tried to draw his sword, but the tip of the sword seemed to be welded to Wu Feng's hand and wouldn't budge.

Wu Feng twisted his fingers, and the longsword broke in two. He casually flung the broken sword away, the blade piercing the second-in-command's thigh.

The second-in-command screamed and knelt on one knee, his health bar dropping by more than half.

When the surrounding gang members saw that both leaders had fallen, chaos erupted. Some rushed forward, while others retreated.

Wu Feng rushed into the crowd and knocked them all down with a single palm strike.

A white light flashed, and more and more clusters of light appeared on the ground.

Halfway through the fight, several gang members, whose health bars had dwindled to almost zero, were lying on the ground, clutching their heads and begging for mercy.

Wu Feng paused for a moment.

A golden notification pops up at the edge of the field of view—

The Black Tiger Stronghold members (level 37) are begging for mercy. Do you wish to recruit them? Yes/No

He raised an eyebrow and selected "yes".

A flash of white light appeared on the gang members, and the names above their heads changed from red to green. They scrambled to their feet, knelt on the ground, and tremblingly called out, "Boss."

Wu Feng glanced at them; there were five in total, all ordinary gang members.

He nodded, said nothing more, and continued clearing out the remaining people.

As they fought their way through, several more gang members begged for mercy when they were low on health.

He persuaded them all to surrender.

Once the open space quieted down, he glanced at the number of people he had recruited—eleven ordinary gang members and one elite, level 40, whose name was in dark blue above his head.

Including the initial five, there are a total of seventeen.

He turned to look at the first and second leaders.

Zhao Heihu was still lying on the ground, with only a sliver of health left, but he didn't beg for mercy.

The second-in-command was kneeling on the ground, a broken sword stuck in his leg, his health bar was almost depleted, and he hadn't triggered anything.

Wu Feng waited a few seconds, but there was still no response.

He shook his head, then slapped them both, turning them into white light.

The third leader, Qian Wencai, stood still and never made a move.

He saw Wu Feng walking towards him, his face turned pale, his lips trembled, and he glanced at the top of Wu Feng's head before kneeling down with a thud.

"The humble one is willing to submit! Willing to submit!"

Wu Feng paused in his steps.

A notification pops up at the edge of the field of view—

Qian Wencai, the third leader of Black Tiger Stronghold (a third-rate martial artist), is begging for your mercy. Do you wish to accept his surrender? Yes/No

He glanced at Qian Wencai with some surprise.

This guy's health bar was still full, he hadn't even made a single move, but he knelt down as soon as he saw him.

Wu Feng pursed his lips and chose "yes".

A flash of white light appeared on Qian Wencai's body, and the name above his head changed from red to green. He prostrated himself on the ground and kowtowed three times, his voice trembling: "Thank you so much, Boss, for sparing my life! Thank you so much, Boss!"

Wu Feng ignored him, and with a slight thought, opened Qian Wencai's character panel.

Qian Wencai

[Realm: Third-rate Martial Artist]

[Level: 42]

Loyalty: 50

【Root bone: 210】

Arm strength: 180

[Internal Strength: 230]

[Agility: 190]

【Perception: 85】

[Specialty: Domestic Affairs Management (Basic): Increases resource production efficiency by 5% and reduces building consumption by 3%.]

[Skills: None]

Wu Feng looked at that line of special skills and raised an eyebrow.

Fifty points of loyalty is indeed low.

However, this person has a talent for internal affairs management, although it is only at a basic level, but at least it can improve the efficiency of resource output.

He doesn't need it, but the village can.

"Get up," Wu Feng said.

Qian Wencai quickly got up, stood hunched over to the side, and didn't dare to breathe.

Wu Feng looked at him and asked, "What valuable things are in the village? Where is the warehouse?"

Qian Wencai nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes, yes! Boss, please follow me, I'll lead the way!"

He walked forward with his back bent, saying as he went, "The warehouse is in the back; it has grain, silver, and cloth. Whatever the chief wants, I'll bring it all out for you."

Wu Feng followed behind, passing through a row of wooden houses, and arrived in front of several large warehouses.

Qian Wencai pushed open the door to the first room, where dozens of bags of grain were stacked.

"This is grain, probably over a thousand catties." He then pushed open the second door. "This is cloth, stolen from a caravan, all of it good quality."

The third warehouse contained several boxes of broken silver and copper coins.

The fourth warehouse was the smallest, containing several bundles of herbs and several bottles of wound medicine.

When Qian Wencai pushed open the fifth warehouse door, he didn't rush in. Instead, he turned to look at Wu Feng with a fawning smile: "Boss, there are some good things in here. But I'll have to point them out to you, otherwise they'll be hard to find."

Wu Feng walked in and glanced around.

This warehouse was smaller than the others, filled with broken furniture and old tools; it didn't look like there was anything valuable there.

Qian Wencai walked to the corner, squatted down, reached under a wooden board and poked at it. With a click, a stone slab on the ground loosened.

He lifted the stone slab, revealing a dark hole.

"Boss, there's a cellar down there," Qian Wencai said, taking an oil lamp from the side and going down first.

Wu Feng followed.

The cellar wasn't large, but it contained quite a few things.

Several boxes of silver, neatly stacked, looked to be two or three thousand taels.

There were also several account books, which Qian Wencai said recorded the things he had looted over the years.

What surprised Wu Feng the most was that there were more than a dozen people squatting in the corner of the cellar.

There were both men and women, dressed in coarse cloth, huddled in a corner, squinting at the light, their faces filled with fear.

Qian Wencai quickly explained, "Chief, these are all craftsmen from the village and their families. There are blacksmiths, carpenters, and tailors, all with good skills. I hid them here to prevent them from getting hurt during the war."

He paused, then added, "These people all submit to the boss; they are all honest and hardworking."

Wu Feng glanced at him.

This cunning strategist is good for nothing but hiding things and people.

He walked over and glanced at the dozen or so people.

A blacksmith, a carpenter, a tailor, and the rest were family members.

Wu Feng nodded: "Come out, all of you, and come with me."

The dozen or so men exchanged glances, then looked at Qian Wencai. Seeing Qian Wencai nodding frantically, they climbed out of the cellar.

Wu Feng led Qian Wencai and the dozen or so men back to the ground, and then summoned the seventeen bandits he had previously recruited.

He glanced at Qian Wencai, then pointed to the group of people: "Take these people to Qingfeng Village. When you get there, find Mu Lingyun and have him arrange accommodations."

Qian Wencai nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes, I understand! Don't worry, Boss, I will definitely bring the person here!"

Wu Feng added, "Don't try anything funny on the road."

Qian Wencai's face turned pale, and he repeatedly said, "No, no, I absolutely wouldn't dare!"

Wu Feng ignored him and turned to walk out of the village.

After leaving Black Tiger Stronghold, he determined his direction and dashed toward his next target.

The second stronghold is Eagle Beak Stronghold, located fifteen miles west of Wohu Mountain.

He traveled quickly and arrived in less than fifteen minutes.

Eagle Beak Village is built halfway up the mountain. Its gate is more sturdy than Black Tiger Village's, and there are people watching from the watchtower.

Too lazy to take a detour, let's just charge straight in from the front.

The archers on the watchtower had barely raised their bows when he was already upon them, slapping them down with a single blow.

They rushed into the village gate, and the gang members inside, hearing the commotion, surged out.

He pushed forward relentlessly, each palm striking flesh, flashes of white light constantly appearing.

When they reached the entrance of the Hall of Righteousness, the First and Second Leaders led their men out.

The leader wielded a knife, while the second-in-command used a whip. The two fought in coordination, one launching a frontal assault while the other harassed from the side.