Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Hearing Xilun's impeccable official speech, Yumis stared intently into Xilun's eyes, trying to catch a glimpse of panic.

To his disappointment, the overly young governor opposite him had eyes like a stagnant pool, revealing no flaws whatsoever.

Ymirs immediately snorted coldly and threw out an even heavier bargaining chip:

"Governor of Weston, let's not beat around the bush. I had my trusted men search the abandoned wells in that woodland, and sure enough, they found several bodies bound with stones and sunk to the bottom."

The fatal wounds on those corpses were either from chests shattered by heavy weapons or from throats instantly pierced by some sharp object.

He paused abruptly, leaning forward sharply. The oppressive aura of the extreme realm seemed to materialize as he asked in a stern voice:

"What I can't understand is... Governor of Xilun, why would you murder your own subordinate?!"

Faced with this extremely pressing question, Xiren simply leaned back in his chair calmly and said indifferently:

"What do you mean by that, Mr. Ymir? You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."

Do you think Diano died at my hands?

"Now that things have come to this point, I think there's no need to keep hiding it anymore, is there?" Ymirs said through gritted teeth with a cold laugh.

Xilun shook his head, placing his hands clasped over his stomach. "I don't know what you're talking about. You've got the wrong person."

"Hahahaha!" Ymir burst into laughter, her laughter filled with undisguised mockery.

He stood up and paced back and forth in the room, his voice filled with an air of absolute confidence.

"Considering that Diano's trucks were ridiculously overweight, and his previous bad experience of embezzling from the Seven Seas processing plant in the South District."

"That old dog must be incredibly audacious, taking on some big shot's private job to escort something deadly to the Black Swan Pavilion."

"He thought he was being clever and put your name on the bill of lading as a shield."

The motive was there, the conditions were there; those capable of easily wiping out three baptized individuals and a dozen gunmen on that road were few and far between in the entire North District.

Ymirs whirled around, her iron spear pointing directly at Xiren: "The most likely one is you!"

"As for evidence..." Yumis thought for a moment, then curled her lip in disdain, "In this dog-eat-dog North District, everyone knows what's going on at this point, and we don't need any solid evidence anymore."

Xilun, without even lifting an eyelid, casually said, "I am facing the gun pointed at me."

"So what? You came all this way here today just to play the role of a righteous crusader and judge me?"

"And then?" Siren's voice gradually turned cold, tinged with mockery. "You plan to go to the Metropolitan Police Department and take a newly appointed Imperial Knight, who has just been awarded a church medal, to court?"

What charge are you planning to use? A few rotten bones you pulled out of the sewer as evidence?

Ymirs calmly sheathed her iron spear and sat down again: "It seems you're indirectly admitting it."

He licked his chapped lips with great interest, his eyes gleaming with extreme greed:

"I was initially just suspicious, but seeing how confident you are, I've become more and more interested."

For a promising champion knight like you to risk your life by double-crossing someone... just what kind of incredible stuff is that shipment?

Xilun seemed to be deep in thought.

After this conversation, he had completely confirmed the other party's background.

It seems that the person in front of him is not the mastermind sent by the buyer to silence him, and has nothing to do with Dawson.

He only sensed something was wrong by relying on his keen intuition honed from years of working on the edge of a knife, and thus, like a wild dog that has caught the smell of blood, he followed the scent and came looking for it.

As for the purpose, it goes without saying that it is to use its seniority and strength to extort money from me.

The next moment, Ymirs's voice turned icy cold:

"Mr. Celen, I imagine you're new here, haven't even settled into your post as governor, and probably don't want this scandal to get out, do you?"

"I won't go to the Metropolitan Police Department. I don't need any evidence. I just need to spend ten pence to publish what I saw and heard that night, along with a little reasonable speculation, in the major tabloids of Saint Laurent City."

I guarantee that in less than half a day, you, this dashing knight, will become a big celebrity in the entire underworld.

At that point, whether it's a secretive buyer or an insatiable greedy individual, they'll probably be happy to come to you to verify the situation.

Xilun sneered three times, then leaned forward abruptly. His berserk blood energy at the peak of his extreme realm was like a giant beast awakening, slamming into Ymirs.

"As you see fit. Since you intend to slander a registered Imperial Knight, you had better be prepared to face the wrath of the Church and the Brotherhood."

If you want to die, I won't stop you.

Ymir frowned slightly at the terrifying aura, a sense of apprehension rising within her.

This kid seems to be even stronger than the rumors suggest.

After all, the other party is a knight with a legitimate identity. If I really break off relations and cannot produce solid evidence of arms smuggling, then it is simply slander.

For someone like myself, a nobody without any official backing in a gang, being targeted by a powerful force is indeed very troublesome and could even lead to annihilation.

He hesitated for a moment, softened his tone, and tried to use a combination of persuasion and pressure.

"Governor, we don't have any deep-seated hatred between us, there's no need to make things so tense."

Everyone here is just trying to make a living in the lower city; all they're after is money.

Ymir held up two thick fingers: "Now that I'm here, I can't leave empty-handed. I just need to confirm two things."

"First, what exactly was in that shipment?"

"Secondly, what do you plan to use to silence me?"

Xilun looked at him coldly, as if he were looking at a corpse.

He pondered for a moment, then slowly leaned back in his chair and said softly:

"Are you really going to find out? Some things, knowing too much about them, isn't a good thing. Be careful you might have the money but not the chance to enjoy it."

Ymir frowned; his seasoned intuition told him that what was inside was definitely a hot potato.

He gritted his teeth, finally giving up the idea of ​​getting to the bottom of it, and waved his hand, saying:

"Forget it, you don't need to tell me what's going on with that batch of goods. I don't want to get involved in your deadly business."

Tell me directly, what price are you going to use to silence me!

Xilun lowered his head, his fingers unconsciously drawing circles on the table, seemingly lost in extremely painful thought and weighing of options.

After a long while, Xilun sighed deeply, as if he had made some difficult decision.

He raised his head, staring at Yumis with a face full of resentment, and gritted his teeth, saying, "I can give you a portion of the 'Blood Spirit Ointment' from that shipment."

Upon hearing this, Ymirs' eyes widened instantly, becoming as big as copper bells.

"Blood... Blood Elixir?!"

Ymirs's breathing instantly became extremely heavy, his eyes gleaming with undisguised fanaticism and greed, and his whole body even trembled slightly from extreme excitement.

He gripped the armrests of the chair tightly, muttering to himself, as if he had fallen into some kind of trance.

He's been trapped in the extreme environment for far too long! Twenty years! A full twenty years!

He teetered on the brink of life and death every day, and finally became the third iron fist of the Shattered Bone Gang.

But he was almost fifty years old, and his body's potential had long been exhausted, and his energy and blood were beginning to decline.

Without the intervention of an extremely powerful external force, he would never have been able to cross that threshold and become a second-tier "Tearer" in his lifetime.

Those are special resources for high-level extraordinary individuals, the exclusive property of the military, and impossible to buy on the market!

With the Blood Spirit Ointment, he can reignite his Blood Qi!

As long as he can break through to the second level, he can bring down that high and mighty gang leader and sit in that seat himself!

After a long time, Ymiris finally managed to control herself thanks to her strong willpower.

He took a few deep breaths, his eyes becoming extremely cautious, like a hungry wolf guarding its prey.

"This rumored military secret drug... do you really have it?"

Without saying a word, Xilun pulled out a glass tube no bigger than his little finger from his pocket and casually tossed it over.

Ymir caught it in a flustered manner, as if she were catching her own lifeblood.

He stared blankly at the tube of dark red ointment lying on his calloused palm, feeling the faint heat emanating from the surface of the glass tube.

"This quality...it truly seems to be the legendary top-grade!"

He couldn't wait to unscrew the cap, and carefully used his little fingernail to pick out a tiny bit, about half the size of a fingernail, and applied it to his right arm, which he had used to hold a gun for many years.

Almost instantly, the rough skin turned bright red.

The ointment transformed into a scalding hot stream, penetrating directly through the skin and embedding itself deep into the dried muscle fibers.

The violent energy instantly ignited the surrounding blood and qi, causing a brief surge in the power of the right arm.

Ymir closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and slowly felt the long-lost surging power within her body, letting out a comfortable groan.

"Cool……"

Xiren calmly looked at the old soldier in front of him who had fallen into fanaticism.

He subconsciously put his right hand behind his back, and the gears of the "Great Sea Whale Guiding Technique" within his body quietly meshed.

In the palm of his hand, the skin and flesh slowly split open, and five sharp bone claws, gleaming with a cold metallic light, were silently pulled out, flashing with a chilling eerie light.

He stared intently at Yumis, who was immersed in the effects of the drug, while his other hand, which was at his side, had even reached for the grip of the large-caliber "Resentment Revolver".

If he were to launch a sudden attack now, with overwhelming force, he would be 80% certain to severely injure him instantly within this distance.

However, Xilun hesitated for a long time.

He glanced at Yumis in front of him. After applying the Blood Spirit Ointment, the man looked pleased and unconsciously gripped his spear.

After weighing the pros and cons, Xilun clenched his hands behind his back slightly, and the five terrifying bone claws slowly retracted into his body, his skin and flesh instantly healing.

His expression returned to its initial calm.

At this moment, Ymiras finally opened her eyes, roused from that intoxicating power.

His face was flushed, and he made no attempt to hide his satisfaction, laughing loudly, "It really is good stuff! Is this the kind of treatment only important people can enjoy?"

He stared intently at Xilun, his eyes reddening with greed.

How many bottles are you carrying?

"Ten bottles," Xilun lied without batting an eye.

"I want eight bottles!" Yumis demanded without hesitation, gripping her iron spear tightly once more, ready to fight at the slightest provocation.

Upon hearing this, Xilun slammed his hand on the table and hissed:

"Are you crazy?! You know perfectly well how valuable this stuff is! I'll give you two bottles at most, just to be friends!"

Ymirs snorted coldly, slammed her iron spear heavily onto the ground, and said sharply:

"Sirlen, don't play dumb with me! You consumed such a large batch of goods, it must have been more than ten bottles!"

Moreover, the tire tracks were so heavy that there must be more than just Blood Spirit Ointment inside; there must be many other precious items as well!

You're just a kid, you can't possibly eat such a big cake! Hand it over to me right now, or we'll all go down together!

Xiren's eyes turned completely cold, his muscles tensed, and he met Ymir's gaze without backing down.

"I told you, this is my bottom line! I'll give you a maximum of five bottles!"

"This is the biggest concession I can make! If you don't want it, then go ahead and say whatever you want in the newspapers!"

I'd also like to see just how many people in this North District, where might makes right, would dare to oppose a junior knight based on your unsubstantiated, one-sided statement!

The atmosphere in the room instantly plummeted to freezing point, and the two men's blood and qi clashed wildly in the air, as if a devastating battle was about to erupt at any moment.

Ymir narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing Xilun's face, which was slightly flushed with anger.

He was an extremely experienced hunter, and he tried to determine from Siron's micro-expressions whether the other man was lying.

A moment later, he thought to himself: being able to pluck five feathers from this miserly rooster was already an unexpected bonus.

If you push too hard, and this mad dog really goes all out, even if you win, you'll be badly hurt.

He composed himself before slowly nodding and saying, "Alright! Five bottles it is! I want to see the goods in person, give them to me now!"

As she spoke, Ymirs's lips trembled slightly with extreme excitement.

He was frantically calculating in his mind: five bottles of Blood Spirit Ointment! That would be more than enough for him to push this aging body to the true peak of the ultimate realm and touch that shackle!

More importantly, if he could find another opportunity to obtain an extremely rare "Rebirth Potion" to protect his heart meridian, he could directly overcome the life-or-death crisis and forcefully break through to the second-tier Ripper!

Currently, the only person in the entire Shattered Bone Gang who is a second-tier extraordinary individual is that mysterious gang leader.

If I really achieve this, even the gang leader will have to hold his nose and sit on equal footing with me, sharing half of the country!

Even twenty years from now, when the gang leader dies of old age, I will be the sole and supreme leader of the Shattered Bone Gang!

He subconsciously took a deep breath of the somewhat murky air, his hand gripping the gun even trembling with excitement.

He had toiled in this quagmire for twenty years, rising from a lowly thug to finally gain a foothold in the third iron fist position, stepping over countless corpses.

I never imagined that I would encounter such an incredible opportunity in my twilight years!

The possibility of reaching the second-tier extraordinary level in a short period of time! What an irresistible temptation!

His greedy eyes swept over the young man in front of him again, then he suddenly froze, a flash of lightning striking his mind.

Westren!

This kid in front of me is the real champion of the Da Yu Dojo Junior Knight Fighting Tournament!

According to the rules of the church and the dojo, he must have been rewarded with an extremely precious bottle of regeneration potion!

Ymirs' heart began to pound wildly, like a drumbeat.

He pondered inwardly, countless dark and vicious thoughts sprouting wildly like poisonous weeds, but his face remained smiling, and his old face, as white as orange peel, showed no trace of murderous intent.