Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

From the crowd, a thin man with sinister eyes stepped forward.

Li De.

He used to be Bill the Wild Dog's henchman, but after Bill's death, he became Morgan's number one lackey through flattery and ruthlessness, and has been enjoying great success lately.

With a toothpick dangling from his mouth and his hands in his pockets, he walked to Xilun's bedside and looked down at Xilun, who was folding clothes.

"Hey, isn't this our 'Big Fighter' Celen?"

Li De said sarcastically, "What, finally faced reality, spent all your money and went back to the countryside to raise cattle?"

He said smugly, "You wouldn't lend me the money back then. If you had lent it to me earlier, I wouldn't have had to gamble on that uncertain possibility. At least I could have saved up for retirement."

A few jeers of agreement rang out from the surrounding crowd.

In their view, Li De is indeed a remarkable person now.

Previously, the highest weekly wage in this dormitory belonged to Xilun, but now the tables have turned, and Li De, relying on Morgan's powerful connections, has become the "upper class" here.

Xilun stopped what he was doing.

He straightened up, turned around, and calmly swept his gaze across Li De's smug face, then slowly across the faces around him that were either mocking or indifferent.

"Li De".

Siren's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire dormitory: "I remember, you were Morgan's highest-paid long-term worker, weren't you?"

"Of course!" Li De puffed out his chest proudly. "Morgan values ​​me highly; the easiest and most lucrative jobs all go to me. What, are you envious?"

I wouldn't say I envy them.

Xilun smiled faintly, a smile that seemed to hold some deeper meaning. "I just feel that you really should cherish this 'high regard'."

After saying that, he ignored Li De and turned to the crowd, gently patting the dust off his hands.

"Everyone."

Xilun's voice was steady and strong, suppressing all the noise, "These past few years living with everyone have been... well, an unforgettable memory for me."

"However, I have to move because of a job transfer."

"Where are you moving to?" someone asked instinctively.

"Golden Rooster Hotel," Xilun casually uttered a name.

hiss--

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

The Golden Rooster Hotel is a rather high-end hotel in this area, and its prices are much higher.

Before everyone could process the news, Xilun's next words struck them like a heavy hammer blow.

"Also, there's no need to worry about not seeing each other again in the future."

Xilun looked at Li De, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Lord Yuri has issued an order to send me to White Crow Wharf."

"As the new overseer."

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"To take over all of Morgan's former long-term employees."

The moment those words were spoken, the entire dormitory fell into a deathly silence.

You could hear a pin drop.

Li De's smile froze, and the toothpick in his mouth fell to the ground with a clatter.

His eyes widened as if he had heard something unbelievable, his mouth agape but no sound came out.

Supervisor?

To take over Morgan's territory?

"You... what nonsense are you talking about?" Li De stammered, his voice trembling. "Boss Morgan is perfectly fine, how could this be..."

Xilun offered no explanation.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a heavy object.

It was a brass badge, engraved with two crossed iron hands, which reflected a cold and majestic luster in the dim light.

The Brotherhood's Overseer's Bronze Badge.

Xilun slowly and deliberately pinned the bronze medal to his collar, his movements as elegant as if he were adjusting a formal suit.

"Click".

The sound of the button closing was particularly jarring in the quiet room.

After doing all this, he took off his faded coat and hung it on a nail on the wall.

Then, he pushed the tidied rattan trunk under the bed, lay down on the bed with a relaxed posture, and put his hands behind his head.

"Tonight is a chance for me to get to know everyone again."

Xilun closed his eyes, his voice lazy and casual, "I have to get up early tomorrow to take roll call at the dock, so I hope everyone can get some rest and not be too noisy."

"After all, I don't want to see anyone late on the first day."

……

Dead silence.

A suffocating silence.

A dozen pairs of eyes were fixed on the gleaming bronze badge on Xilun's collar, their pupils contracting sharply.

In the lower city, this bronze medal meant the power of life and death, the power to decide at will who gets to eat and who goes hungry.

Morgan was like that in the past; with just a word, he could make a farmhand lose his job.

They didn't dare say a word, and the various discussions that had been going on in the dormitory suddenly stopped, with everyone falling silent as if by unspoken agreement.

Although they lived together often, they didn't talk much, and they couldn't figure out Xilun's temperament, so they were afraid of disturbing his sleep.

The room, which had been filled with suspense and noise, suddenly fell silent.

Li De's face turned deathly pale instantly, and large beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

He stared intently at the bronze medal, his mind a complete mess.

Employee badge?

Could it be stolen? No, impossible! Stealing this stuff is suicide; the Brotherhood would chop the thief to pieces and feed them to the dogs.

Since Xilun dared to wear it openly, there's only one possibility...

It is true.

Morgan is finished.

Just now, he publicly mocked his boss.

A deep-seated fear gripped Li De's heart instantly. His hands trembled as he instinctively reached for his wallet, counting the banknotes inside over and over again, as if trying to confirm whether he had any chance of survival, or perhaps considering whether he should flee that very night.

On the other side, Kemi covered her mouth, feeling a buzzing in her head, a huge sense of absurdity and awe intertwined.

He carefully shrank back onto the bed, even deliberately keeping his breathing soft, for fear of disturbing the important person who was resting.

Everyone looked at each other, exchanging glances that conveyed the turmoil in their hearts, but no one dared to utter a sound.

Xiren lay in the darkness, sleeping soundly.

......

Golden Rooster Hotel, Room 302.

The brass key was inserted into the lock and turned twice, making a crisp "click" sound.

Xilun pushed open the door and entered.

The afternoon sun shone through the half-open glass window onto the floor, carrying a faint, dry wood smell.

It's about 20 square meters.

A single bed with clean, faded sheets, and a separate bathroom.

Xilun closed the door behind him and hung up the security chain.

He walked to the bedside and fell straight down.

The springs in the mattress made a slight creaking sound, and the soft touch instantly enveloped my back.

At this moment, the nerves that had been taut for weeks finally got a moment's respite. There was no need to worry about being robbed in my sleep, no need to endure deafening snoring in the middle of the night, and no need to constantly hold the handle of a knife while sleeping.

Xilun stared at the water stains on the ceiling for a few seconds, lost in thought.

After a while, he stretched and got up, reached into his pocket and pulled out two heavy "pepper box" pistols, which he gently placed on the bedside table.

One was taken from the assassin Quinn, and the other was seized from the Black Death cultists.

Under the pale yellow sunlight, the gun barrel gleamed with a metallic sheen.

Xiren picked up Quinn's weapon and skillfully disengaged the rotating disc latch.

This old-fashioned smoothbore gun had a simple, even rudimentary, structure.

There are two lead bullets left inside.

The lead pellets were rough, with some blackened oxidation on the surface.

Xilun poured the bullets into his palm and then took out a newer, better-performing smoothbore gun that had been seized from the Black Death Cult.

Two bullets were pressed into two empty round holes.

Fill it up and close the wheel.

Xilun raised his gun and aimed it at the empty space outside the window.

The arm remained completely still.

Although this thing is terrible at aiming, the sparks from the bullets are still extremely lethal within five steps.

He placed the first gun, fully loaded with bullets, into his waistband. The cold touch against his back gave him a sense of reassuring security.

After doing all this, Xilun walked to the sink and splashed cold water on his face.

The person in the mirror is young and pale, but has eyes as sharp as knives.

"Time to get to work."

Xilun whispered something to himself in the mirror.