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Wu Feng didn't give them a chance. He first slapped the leader away with one palm, and then kicked the second leader over.

Both of them had their health bars reduced to near zero and were lying on the ground, unable to get up.

But none of them triggered a plea for mercy.

Wu Feng waited for two breaths, but no notification popped up.

He shook his head, then delivered a final blow to each of them, sending the two of them turning into white light.

The third leader ran out of the Hall of Righteousness.

A tall, thin middle-aged man wearing a long gown and a square scarf looked like a scholar.

Seeing that the chief and second-in-command were gone, and then seeing Wu Feng approaching, he immediately knelt on the ground, clasped his hands in a fist and pleaded, "This humble servant is willing to submit! I beg the chief to take me in!"

Wu Feng didn't even lift his eyelids before directly accepting the surrender offer.

I opened the panel and took a look—another fifty points of loyalty, and another talent in internal affairs management, almost exactly like Qian Wencai.

He curled his lip and told the third leader to hand over everything in the village.

Grain, cloth, silver, and the artisans and their families hidden in the cellar—everything was there.

This time, they recruited more than twenty bandits, a dozen craftsmen, and a cunning strategist.

Wu Feng told the third leader to take his men to Qingfeng Village first, while he continued on to the next village.

In one morning, he raided five medium-sized mountain strongholds.

Black Tiger Village, Eagle Beak Village, Yellow Wind Ridge, Wild Wolf Valley, Green Bamboo Village—all have fallen into ruin.

Every bandit group operates on the same strategy—charge straight in, push forward relentlessly until you reach the BOSS, recruit those who can be recruited, and kill those who cannot.

After visiting five mountain strongholds, he discovered a pattern.

Those top and second-in-commands, those with high combat power, never begged for mercy. Even when they were beaten to near death, they stubbornly endured it until they were finally slapped into white light.

But the third-in-command, or rather, those strategists dressed as scholars, eight out of ten would take the initiative to beg for mercy, some even kneeling down without being hit.

There was a bandit leader named Wu Fenggang, who rushed into the gathering hall. Without even standing up from his chair, he immediately knelt under the table, shouting "I surrender! I surrender!"

Wu Feng was speechless.

However, although these scholars have low loyalty, they all have expertise in domestic administration. Most of them are at the beginner level, but one is at the intermediate level and can improve resource output efficiency by 10%.

It would be perfect to take him back to manage the internal affairs of the mountain stronghold.

After sweeping through the five mountain strongholds, his rank rose from fifty-eight to fifty-nine.

The spoils of war were plentiful.

Eight thousand units of timber, eight thousand units of stone, ten thousand units of grain, a dozen boxes of herbs, dozens of bolts of cloth, and more than three thousand taels of silver.

There are five pieces of purple equipment, sixteen pieces of blue equipment, and more than thirty pieces of green equipment.

The number of bandits who surrendered totaled nearly three hundred, of whom more than sixty were elite.

They also recruited a large number of craftsmen and support staff, including blacksmiths, carpenters, tailors, leatherworkers, and all sorts of people, plus their families, totaling about two hundred people.

He instructed the leaders and chiefs of each mountain stronghold to lead their men to Qingfeng Village first.

The last group consisted of people from Qingzhu Village, and Wu Feng led them back.

When we returned to Qingfeng Village, it was only afternoon.

The guards on the watchtower saw him and quickly opened the gate to the village.

Wu Feng walked in, and the open space was already full of people.

The people who had been recruited in previous batches were still there; some were squatting, some were standing, and some were looking around, making a ruckus.

Mu Lingyun was standing in the middle of the crowd, directing several young men to maintain order.

Upon seeing Wu Feng enter, he quickly stepped forward, clasped his hands in a respectful greeting, and said, "Chief."

Wu Feng nodded and glanced at the open space: "Is everyone here?"

"They've all arrived." Mu Lingyun nodded. "The first batch from Black Tiger Stronghold, the second batch from Eagle Beak Stronghold, and the following batches have all arrived one after another. I've already arranged accommodations for them."

Wu Feng glanced at him; this man was indeed efficient.

"Let's go to the Hall of Gathering Righteousness to talk."

The two entered the Hall of Gathering Righteousness one after the other.

Wu Feng sat down in the main seat, while Mu Lingyun stood to the side.

"How are those people who surrendered doing?" Wu Feng asked.

Mu Lingyun took out a booklet from his pocket, opened it, and handed it over: "There are a total of 287 bandits, including 62 elites and 225 ordinary ones. There are also 213 craftsmen and their families. Accommodation has been arranged, and food has been distributed according to the number of people. The daily consumption will be about 700 units more."

Wu Feng took the booklet and flipped through it.

He closed the booklet and nodded: "Well done."

He paused, then said, "Go and summon those scholars who were persuaded to surrender. I have some matters to arrange."

Mu Lingyun clasped his hands in response, then turned and left the Hall of Gathering Righteousness.

A short while later, three people followed Mu Lingyun in.

Leading the way was Qian Wencai of Black Tiger Village, followed by Sun Mingyuan of Eagle Beak Village, and lastly Zhou Shuwen of Green Bamboo Village.

All three were dressed in long gowns, bowing their heads with ingratiating smiles on their faces.

Wu Feng leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping across the three faces.

"Please sit down."

The three quickly thanked him and sat down at the long table, their bottoms barely touching half of the chairs, their bodies ramrod straight.

Wu Feng looked at them and said directly, "Tell me what you can do."

The three men exchanged glances. Qian Wencai spoke first, his voice a little strained: "I...I'm good at managing accounts. I managed the village's accounts for three years without a single mistake. I'm also good at managing people; the people under me obey me."

Wu Feng nodded and looked at the others.

Sun Mingyuan spoke second: "I am skilled in internal affairs. I have repaired the stockade walls, built warehouses, and managed grain distribution. Whatever the chief commands, I will do my best."

Zhou Shuwen was the last to speak, his voice not loud but steady: "I used to be a scholar in the county, I managed the clerks, and I also taught a few students to read and write."

After listening to their answers, Wu Feng had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

He thought for a moment, then looked at Zhou Shuwen: "You will become a schoolteacher. There is a private school building in the village that needs teachers. You have taught before, so I'll leave this to you. Go back and build the private school, and organize the children in the village and any young and strong men who are willing to learn to read to teach them."

Zhou Shuwen was taken aback for a moment, then quickly nodded, "Yes, yes, I will certainly do my best!"

Wu Feng then looked at Qian Wencai and Sun Mingyuan: "You two are in charge of internal affairs. Qian Wencai, you'll be in charge of the accounts, including the inflow and outflow of supplies and the receipt and disbursement of silver. Sun Mingyuan, you'll be in charge of construction, overseeing the upgrading and maintenance of facilities such as farmland, logging camps, and quarries."

The two nodded quickly and agreed.

Wu Feng paused, his gaze sweeping over the three men: "You've just arrived at the stronghold, so do your best."

His tone was calm, but his words reminded the three of the scene where Wu Feng single-handedly wiped out the entire mountain stronghold, sending chills down their spines.

"Do a good job, and I won't treat you unfairly. But if you try anything funny—"

He didn't finish his sentence, but just glanced at the three of them.

The three men turned pale. Qian Wencai was the first to stand up, patting his chest and pledging his loyalty: "Don't worry, Boss! I will do my utmost and would never dare to have any disloyalty!"

The other two also stood up and repeatedly assured him.

Wu Feng waved his hand: "Alright, go get back to work."

The three men quickly bowed, turned around and left the Hall of Righteousness, their steps hurried, as if afraid to stay even a second longer.

Wu Feng watched the three leave, then turned to look at Mu Lingyun.

"Keep an eye on these guys. They're new here, their loyalty isn't certain yet, they might run away at any time."

Mu Lingyun nodded: "Understood."