Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

The rough lead bullet, carrying intense heat and kinetic energy, instantly tore through Xilun's well-tailored black suit, pierced through his underwear, and slammed hard into the skin of his chest.

However, the expected scene of blood splattering and a heart being pierced did not appear.

The moment the bullet touched his skin, the muscles beneath Siren's skin twitched violently. Then, a thin, grayish-iron-colored stratum corneum, as dense as a tortoise shell, appeared on the surface of his skin.

This is the alien talent he obtained after hunting down the Extreme Ironclad Turtle with his bare hands—Golden Turtle Cicada Shedding, plus his original "Bone Forging Iron Armor" which he had already cultivated to the extreme!

The bullet, carrying immense kinetic energy, embedded itself deeply into the bluish-gray armor.

Although it penetrated the skin, the penetrating power that was strong enough to pierce through steel plates was weakened and completely blocked by the extremely abnormal muscle density defense of the "Forged Bone Iron Armor".

Eventually, it exhausted all its kinetic energy, got stuck at the edge of the flesh, and could no longer advance even an inch.

The following scene completely shattered Diano's entire worldview.

In the blink of an eye, the flesh torn open by the bullet began to writhe strangely, and the damaged cells proliferated and healed at a terrifying speed visible to the naked eye.

As the bluish-gray new scar gradually formed, the powerful muscle compression force actually squeezed out the hot lead bullet stuck in the flesh, bit by bit!

"Clatter."

The deformed lead bullet fell into the muddy water at its feet with a soft thud.

On Xilun's chest, the skin and flesh had completely closed up, leaving only a faint red and white bullet mark, without even a drop of blood flowing out.

Diano stared blankly at the scene, his eyes wide open, his eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets.

Disorientation, despair, disbelief...

This is not a body that a human should have! This is a monster in human skin!

"This...this is impossible..."

Diano murmured unconsciously, his fingers trembling, about to pull the trigger again in a frenzy, emptying all the bullets.

However, a cold and powerful hand had silently landed on his gun-wielding hand at some point.

Xilun slowly closed his five fingers together.

"Snapped!"

The sturdy brass pepperbox pistol, along with several of Dean's fingers, were instantly crushed like a biscuit by Siron's terrifying extreme strength!

Metal fragments mixed with broken bone shards pierced the flesh.

"Ah—!" Diano let out a heart-wrenching scream.

But before the scream could even begin, Xilun's blood-stained hand gripped his throat like an iron clamp, lifting him into the air like a chick.

Xilun stared at him coldly, his fingers slowly tightening.

A suffocating despair washed over him like a tidal wave. Diano's legs kicked wildly in mid-air, his hands desperately trying to pry open Xilen's wrists, his eyes rolling back, and broken pleas for mercy escaping his throat: "Please...don't...I was wrong..."

Before he could finish speaking, a chilling sound of his cervical vertebrae cracking came from deep in his throat.

"Crack."

Diano's head lolled limply to one side, his eyes fixed on the gray sky, utterly lifeless.

Like throwing away a piece of disgusting trash, Siron casually tossed Diano's body into the roadside ditch.

He looked down at his chest, brushed the dust off his suit with a hint of regret, and said softly:

"What a pity. I just changed into a nice outfit before leaving the house, and now it has a huge hole in it. Rena is going to complain that it's hard to mend."

He turned around, holding his umbrella, and calmly walked back to the black car, stepping over the corpses and blood scattered on the ground.

The car window rolled down, and although the butler didn't get out, he took in the entire scene that had just unfolded like a demon, his eyes filled with awe.

Xilun folded his umbrella, got into the back seat, and instructed, "Butler, could you have someone clean up the scene?"

The butler immediately nodded respectfully and said:

"Don't worry, sir. We have our undercover agents on the edge of the city ahead. I've already sent the signal to call them."

"So... what should we do with the goods on the truck?"

Siren leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes to rest, and calmly said:

"Don't move the goods. Drive them back to my courtyard, untouched."

The butler nodded slightly, accepted the order, and left.

He directed dozens of elite Brotherhood members who had arrived in the rain to quickly begin cleaning up the battlefield.

The body was tied with heavy stones and thrown into an extremely remote underground ditch or abandoned well.

That place, you could keep it for ten days or half a month without anyone noticing.

Afterwards, several trusted subordinates drove the four heavy trucks, following the car driven by the butler, and quietly returned to the North District branch with Xilun.

Back in the warm house, Xiren went straight to the bathroom and took a scalding hot shower.

Hot water washed away the rain and the faint smell of blood from my body.

He stood under the showerhead, recalling the details of the evening, and said thoughtfully:

"The letter that Diano handed me, the sealing wax on the envelope and the ink inside were not completely dry yet. It didn't look like a plan that had been arranged several days in advance. It looked more like it was just sent out this morning."

He sneered inwardly. If the letter wasn't forged by Dean to escape, then it was that old fox Dawson from the Iron Fist Gang who planned to take advantage of Dean's greed and set up this trap to assassinate him.

Even if he didn't die under the gun tonight, Dawson had successfully eliminated Dean, that two-faced good-for-nothing.

"Dawson, since you've extended your claws, don't blame me for chopping them off."

After drying himself off, a sharp glint flashed in Xilun's eyes. "It seems that the next step in completely taking over the expansion of the North District is to find a way to swallow up the entire Iron Fist Gang."

After taking a shower, Xilun put on his bathrobe and went out into the yard.

The rain has stopped, and the courtyard is empty and somewhat deserted.

The four trucks were parked quietly in front of the warehouse, like several lurking beasts.

When he entered the storeroom, he found the steward standing in front of several pried-open wooden crates, his brows furrowed, his face grave, and his eyes filled with shock and hesitation.

Xilun stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong? Is there a problem with this shipment?"

The butler swallowed hard, pointed at the box, and his voice trembled slightly:

"Sir, the cargo on this vehicle is quite extraordinary."

Hidden in the lower compartment are all high-level contraband; that old bastard Diano has gone completely mad.

Xilun frowned, stepped forward, and yanked off the camouflage curtain covering it.

He first opened the topmost heavy, dark green iron box.

"drink……"

Even with his extensive experience, Xilun couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

The box was neatly stacked with bright yellow bullets!

Moreover, this is definitely not the caliber of ordinary firearms or revolvers available on the market.

The thick cartridge case and sharp bullet clearly indicate that it is a large-caliber heavy rifle, or even a special armor-piercing bullet!

This is absolutely a military-controlled item!

Only a very few places with imperial special permits dare to sell them privately, and the quantity circulated each time is extremely limited.

This whole box is a real life-or-death deal!

That old dog Diano, he'd risk his life for money.

What's even more infuriating is that the official travel documents for this shipment clearly bear Xilun's name!

"That old bastard deserves to die. He's dead, but he still tries to pin this huge black pot—enough to wipe out my family and clan—on my head."

Xilun was immediately enraged, but fortunately, he had already killed the man and intercepted the goods.

He suppressed his anger and asked in a deep voice, "Continue the inventory. What specific deadly items are there?"

The butler brought over a handwritten list, which Xilun quickly flipped through.

Besides those two large boxes of shockingly large-caliber bullets, there was also half a box of high-explosive shells!

Strangely, however, the accompanying heavy firearms and artillery were not found, indicating that they were transported separately.

In addition, the next item on the list made Xilun's pupils shrink suddenly.

There are two specially made, temperature-controlled, sealed boxes filled with Blood Elixir!

This is a genuine military-grade extraordinary supply, specifically designed to assist first-tier extraordinary individuals in breaking through to the ultimate realm, or to strengthen their foundation and cultivate their vitality.

This is a universal cultivation elixir that is extremely sought after in the extraordinary realm.

Further down, there were several boxes of high-quality sunken silver ingots.

This is an extremely rare forging material, which is hard and can conduct qi and blood energy very well.

Even when forging second-tier extraordinary relics, adding just a small piece can significantly enhance their quality, making them a highly sought-after strategic resource.

The last few boxes were filled with jars of dark, murky tobacco paste, emitting a sweet, hallucinogenic smell.

This is a poison that can control the lower-class gangs and the poor.

Xiren took a deep breath, crumpled the list into a ball, and stared sharply at the butler:

How many people know the actual list of these goods?

The butler immediately knelt on one knee and solemnly said:

"Rest assured, sir. I only left a few of my most trusted henchmen when unloading the goods, and I was the only one who opened the boxes and inspected the goods. The news will not leak out in the slightest."

Xilun nodded slightly, his gaze softening.

This butler was a trusted confidant specially transferred by Boss Yuri from the Southern Region headquarters to assist him. He has extremely high professional competence and is absolutely trustworthy.

He pondered for a moment. Although this batch of goods was a hot potato, its value was an unimaginable fortune.

He looked at the butler and asked, "Based on your experience, what do you think is the best course of action?"

The butler stood up, considered it carefully for a moment, and then shook his head helplessly.

"My lord, if we secretly return this batch of goods to the Black Swan Pavilion or its master, we can avoid disaster, but Diano is dead, and we have already offended the people we should have offended. They will never be grateful and will think we are weak and easy to bully."

But if they swallow it all, and the weapons leak out, the Metropolitan Police Department and the garrison will pounce like mad dogs.

Xilun made a decisive decision:

"Now that the goods have come to my territory, they are my spoils of war."

Even if you return it, the trouble will still come.

He pointed to the several specially made boxes and gave the order:

"In this way, those two boxes of Blood Spirit Ointment and all the Silver Ingots were quietly moved into my private treasury. I will keep them for great use."

The remaining ammunition, bullets, shells, and tobacco paste—you must arrange the most reliable route overnight to secretly deliver them to the South District headquarters and hand them over to Boss Yuri.

Let him see how to handle this stuff. With the headquarters' resources, they'll probably find it useful for expanding their strength.

"Yes, sir, you are wise. I will take care of it immediately." The butler accepted the order and immediately turned to arrange the secret transport.

Having arranged everything, Xiren returned alone to the quiet backyard.

He sat cross-legged on the futon and began to close his eyes and practice breathing exercises.

He knew very well that the North District would not be peaceful from now on.

Waiting and seeing how things develop is the best strategy at present.

With the goods gone, either the Black Swan Pavilion or the mysterious master behind Diano who funded it will inevitably cause trouble.

However, Xilun is by no means a pushover.

This shipment of goods is indeed priceless, and the power it has attracted is probably considerable, but it's not to the point where he can't afford to offend it and has no choice but to submit to its fate.

He is now, after all, an officially registered junior champion rider with a name.

More importantly, he has an unfathomable third-tier high-level knight standing behind him—Teacher Lund, as well as the entire Daewoo Dojo.

There may be many who would dare to plot against him, but very few would actually dare to risk angering a third-tier expert to kill him.

The next morning, dawn broke.

Xilun opened his eyes on time and took a beautifully packaged Blood Elixir from the storeroom.

He gently unscrewed the specially made glass bottle, and in an instant, an extremely rich yet pure smell of blood wafted out.

The smell of blood carried no trace of decay; instead, it contained a subtle, vibrant life force that made one's very cells rejoice.

Xilun knew how precious this thing was.

This is made using the essence and blood of a high-level exotic species, combined with dozens of precious herbs in a secret recipe.

Most Xenomorphs are difficult to extract blood from while alive. After they die, the energy within their bodies is usually condensed into extraordinary relic materials or some kind of extraordinary property.

However, high-level essence blood is actually considered an extremely special and extraordinary relic.

If a creature dies and its body does not immediately decay, under certain secret techniques, the extraordinary characteristics and vast blood energy remaining in its body can be forcibly condensed into a few drops of essence blood.

Every drop is precious.

Therefore, every tube of genuine Blood Spirit Ointment is priced high on the market.

The entire box that Xilun intercepted contained a full twenty tubes!

With such a massive accumulation of resources, even a pig could be forcibly pushed to the threshold of a second-tier Ripper, let alone Xilun, who possesses an extreme physical body and the "Great Sea Whale Guiding Technique".

Without the slightest hesitation, Xilun poured out the viscous, ruby-like Blood Spirit Ointment and slowly applied it to his hard arms, broad chest, and back.

The moment the ointment touched his skin, an extremely hot and domineering force, like a raging fire, instantly and wildly penetrated into his muscle fibers through the pores of his dense skin.

"hiss--"

Xilun groaned, feeling as if thousands of tiny, red-hot steel needles were simultaneously piercing his body.

That violent surge of blood essence energy was like a series of heavy hammers, relentlessly pounding and tearing at his muscles and bones.

He dared not be careless in the slightest, and immediately endured the excruciating pain, frantically activating the fourth level of the "Great Sea Whale Guiding Technique".

A pale blue aura appeared on the surface of the body, guiding the massive foreign blood and energy, refining it bit by bit, and forcefully integrating it into the body.

Inside the room, as the cultivation technique was activated, the sound of the blood and qi surging within Xilun's body was truly like a river bursting its banks and crashing into the sea, producing a heart-palpitating roar.

And from within his steel-like bones, faint rumbling sounds could be heard, a sign that his physical strength was undergoing an incredible transformation.

This peaceful yet intense period of seclusion and cultivation lasted for several days.

During this period, Xilun did not completely relinquish control over the affairs of the branch.

He would set aside half an hour each day to meet with the housekeeper and give him orders in a swift and decisive manner.

He directly promoted several newcomers who had demonstrated loyalty and competence during the previous audits, ruthlessly filling the management positions vacated by Diano and his cronies.

At the same time, based on the shady accounts and bullying report that Rena had verified, he punished all the old employees left behind by Diano who were lazy, cheated, and mistreated new employees by sending them to the grassroots level to do the heaviest and dirtiest manual labor, treating them the same as the newly recruited employees.

In this iron-fisted purge, the disgusting rule of "seniority doing less work and getting more pay" in the original branch was completely eradicated by Xilun.

After a brief period of growing pains, the entire North District branch has been transformed into an unprecedented, awe-inspiringly solemn and efficient force.

Meanwhile, with each use of Blood Spirit Ointment, Xilun's strength steadily shortened the distance towards the second-tier barrier.