I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

The idea that "when someone leaves, the tea cools" doesn't apply to Shen Tian.

On the contrary, he is the kind of person who repays a small kindness with a great one, and who will punish even the most distant grudges.

Sitting in the spacious and bright general's office, Shen Tian looked out at the bustling core area of ​​Jiangcheng, but the image of the slaughterhouse in the western district, filled with the smell of blood and sweat, floated into his mind.

And then there's that foreman, Brother Xiong, with his fierce-looking face and thick skin, but who's actually incredibly meticulous.

When Li Zihao forced him to drop out of school and he was desperate, it was Brother Xiong who gave him a job.

Although the job involved washing intestines, it was a lifeline for Shen Tian, ​​who was penniless at the time.

Later, it was Brother Xiong who risked offending the Li family to provide him with exotic beasts to level up and also helped him contact Old Ghost, giving him the opportunity to enter the wilderness, which led to his current position as the Commander-in-Chief of the Po Jun Division.

This favor must be repaid.

"Lieutenant Li."

Shen Tian pressed the communicator on the table.

A few seconds later, the heavy mahogany door was pushed open, and Li Wen walked in quickly, carrying a folder.

"General, what are your orders?"

Shen Tian tapped his fingers lightly on the table, pondered for a moment, and said:

"Which company is currently supplying the Tian Shu Bureau's mess hall with the exotic beast meat, and also providing the logistics department with the raw materials for making jerky for the frontline soldiers?"

Li Wen pushed up his glasses, and without even flipping through the documents in his hand, blurted out:

"It is mainly handled by 'Fuyuan Meat Processing Plant' in the south of the city and several large trading companies, all of which are suppliers that have undergone long-term audits."

Shen Tian nodded.

"Starting next month, add a name to the supplier list."

"West District, Old Bear Slaughterhouse."

"As long as the quality is fine, let's set the monthly share at five million for now."

Li Wen was slightly taken aback.

Five million?

This is just a drop in the ocean compared to the massive procurement volume of the Tian Shu Bureau.

But for a private slaughterhouse, this is an incredible windfall.

This is clearly the General abusing his power for personal gain... oh no, I mean supporting micro-enterprises.

As a qualified adjutant, Li Wen's greatest strength was that he didn't ask questions he shouldn't have.

He immediately nodded and took notes.

"No problem, I'll arrange the contract right away and have the purchasing department handle it directly."

"No."

Shen Tian stood up.

As he moved, the trench coat seemed to come alive, smoothly clinging to his body, faintly gleaming with a metallic sheen.

That's the mimicry effect of the "Black Dragon" armor.

"I happen to be free right now, so I'd like to go there myself."

Shen Tian walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked towards the west area, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Let's just consider it... a triumphant return home."

……

Jiangcheng West District.

It's still the same dirty and chaotic place.

Sewage flowed freely on the narrow streets, and the air was filled with the smell of cheap engine oil and low-quality cigarettes.

A black SUV, like a steel behemoth, barbarically squeezed into the dilapidated street, drawing the attention of thugs and homeless people on the roadside.

The bright red Badge of the Broken Army on the vehicle instantly transformed all the ill-intentioned gazes into awe and fear.

Shen Tian sat in the back seat of the car, looking at the familiar scenery outside the window.

Less than half a month has passed.

But it felt like an eternity had passed.

Back then, he was a dropout struggling to earn a few hundred yuan a month. Now, he's back and is the number three figure in the Jiangcheng Tian Shu Bureau.

"General, the road ahead is too narrow; the vehicle can't get through."

The driver in front turned around with some difficulty and said.

"Let's stop here."

Shen Tian pushed open the door and got out of the car.

The familiar smell of blood and decay hit me.

That's the smell that's unique to slaughterhouses.

Shen Tian didn't find the smell unpleasant; instead, he took a deep breath and felt a sense of familiarity.

This is the smell of slaughter.

He straightened his collar and strode toward the slaughterhouse he remembered.

It was 3 p.m.

Normally, this is the busiest time at the slaughterhouse.

The trucks transporting the alien beasts must have formed a long line, and the roar of the machines and the shouts of the workers could be heard two streets away.

but.

The further Shen Tian walked, the more his brows furrowed.

It's too quiet.

When he turned the corner and saw that familiar big iron gate, he stopped abruptly.

The door was closed tightly.

The "Slaughterhouse" sign that should have been hanging at the entrance was now lying crookedly on the ground, with several dirty footprints on it.

There were no trucks waiting to unload at the gate, and even the big yellow guard dog was nowhere to be seen.

Only a few scraps of newspaper were swirling in the wind.

Is it closed?

A bad feeling welled up in Shen Tian's heart.

Brother Xiong is someone who values ​​money more than life itself; unless the sky falls, his assembly line will never stop.

Shen Tian walked to the front gate.

The large lock on the door was rusted shut, clearly indicating that it was not a normal business closure.

He narrowed his eyes, a golden light flashing deep within his pupils.

The spiritual power of a second-grade spiritual master surged forth like a tide, instantly covering the entire factory area.

no one.

It was completely empty inside, not even a ghost in sight.

Something's happened.

Shen Tian's face darkened.

He didn't knock on the door again. With a light touch of his toes, he soared into the air like a large bird and easily cleared the three-meter-high wall.

It landed silently.

Shen Tian walked straight to the slaughterhouse where he had once toiled.

The workshop door was wide open, and the inside was dark and gaping, like the gaping maw of a beast ready to devour its prey.

As soon as I stepped inside.

The strong smell of blood was even more pungent.

But this tastes wrong.

It didn't smell like fresh beast blood, but rather like human blood.

Shen Tian's spiritual power spread through the darkness.

They were able to "see" the interior of the workshop.

a mess.

The assembly line was smashed to pieces, the conveyor belt was cut by a sharp blade, and there were scattered parts and broken glass shards everywhere on the ground.

Obviously.

A fierce battle took place here.

Shen Tian squatted down and stopped next to a cement pillar.

There was a deep fist-shaped mark on the pillar, surrounded by spiderweb-like cracks.

"Expressing external qi... indicates at least a third-tier martial artist."

Shen Tian stretched out his finger and touched the fist print.

It's not just about destruction.

This was for the purpose of killing.

He walked back to the control panel where he used to work.

There was a shocking knife mark on the table, which had cut the thick steel plate in two.

At the edge of the knife wound, there was a pool of dried, blackened blood.

Shen Tian picked up a small piece of blood scab, put it to his nose, and smelled it.

Although a long time had passed, he could still discern a familiar scent from the bloody smell.

It's Xiong Ge's blood.

Shen Tian's eyes instantly turned cold.

An invisible killing intent emanated from his body, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop several degrees instantly.

who is it?

Although Brother Xiong has some influence in the West District, he is tactful and never offends those big shots he can't afford to mess with; he just earns a meager living through hard work.

Moreover, with Xiong Ge's strength at the mortal realm, it's not worth a second or even third-tier martial artist making a big fuss about him.

Unless... they're after me?

Shen Tian stood up and looked around.

There was blood at the scene, but no body was found.

The absence of a body means there is still a chance of survival, or the body has been taken away.

"Old Li... and those workers, they've all disappeared."

Shen Tian walked out of the workshop, his face terribly gloomy.

The entire slaughterhouse, with dozens of people, seemed to have vanished into thin air.

This level of skill is something that ordinary gang warfare could never achieve.

Shen Tian took out his phone, wanting Li Wen to check the recent security report for the western district.

But he quickly put his hand down.

The official records contain absolutely nothing useful about these underground scandals.

If we want to find someone, we'll have to use the methods of the underworld.

A name instantly popped into Shen Tian's mind.

Old Ghost.

That shady middleman who runs a car repair shop in the north of the city.

It was Brother Xiong who introduced me to Lao Gui, so the two of them must have had a close relationship.

Moreover, as the biggest underground broker in Jiangcheng, Lao Gui has the best access to information.

If a shootout or kidnapping of this scale occurred in the West District, Old Ghost couldn't possibly be unaware of it.

"Looks like I should go and meet up with some old friends."