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The next day, just as dawn broke.

All 327 beast tamers of the alliance were summoned to the main square.

No one dared to be late. The news of the logistics manager's punishment last night had spread throughout the entire alliance. Being late at this time was tantamount to courting death.

Four powerful beasts stood at the four corners, their imposing aura spreading out invisibly. The low-level beast tamers on the outermost edge were caught in the pressure of the four layers of aura, making it difficult for them to breathe.

Lin Feng stood on the high platform.

The lingering murderous aura emanating from the Fang of Calamity was enough to make those in the front row shrink back.

Logistics Director Zhao Deshan was bound hand and foot and made to kneel below the high platform.

His mouth wasn't gagged; Lin Feng had specifically instructed that this be done.

"Brothers!" Zhao Deshan shouted at the top of his lungs as soon as he saw more than three hundred people surrounding him. "I've been in the Alliance for thirty-five years! I started as a martial arts apprentice and worked my way up to logistics manager! I'm loyal to the Alliance! Why should some outsider be arrested like this?"

He turned his head and scanned the crowd, specifically looking at the familiar faces who had received favors from him.

"Think about it, he's only been here a few days, and he's already killing this person and that person, treating the alliance like his own private property! If the old alliance leader were still here, would he tolerate such a domineering person?"

Several veteran animal trainers in the crowd began to whisper among themselves.

Zhao Deshan's eyes darted around rapidly.

He's been in the league for 35 years, and that's when you really need connections.

Sure enough, someone stepped forward.

A martial arts master in his forties, at the sixth rank, stepped forward, arms crossed.

"Uncle Zhao is right. It's too hasty to launch a major purge just three days after the new leader's arrival. The alliance isn't his personal domain; can he really just turn over a thirty-year-old veteran like that?"

Another one stepped forward. A fourth-ranked Wu King, with a scruffy beard.

"Yes! Let me also say something fair. Old Zhao has worked hard for the alliance for half his life. Even if there are discrepancies in the accounts, is it really necessary to tie him up in public? Is this the attitude one should show to a meritorious contributor to the alliance?"

Four or five more people stepped forward.

They were all seasoned veterans who were close to Zhao Deshan.

Lin Feng stood on the high platform, listening silently, having already made a mental note of several people.

Gongsun Yuan, standing to the side, had a livid face and was about to speak.

Lin Feng placed his hand on the hilt of the knife.

Gongsun Yuan was speechless.

Seeing that someone was backing him up, Zhao Deshan became even bolder and craned his neck to shout towards the high platform.

"Kid! Let's follow the old rules of the alliance: the elders vote! Don't do this one-man show!"

Lin Feng finally spoke.

"Are you done talking?"

Zhao Deshan was taken aback.

"The inventory report is out." Lin Feng pulled a document from his pocket and waved it down. "Thirty-seven portions of Grade A spiritual materials, one hundred and twenty Grade C magic cores, and a quantity of pill ingredients. Total value: twenty-four million."

He threw the document down, and it landed in front of Zhao Deshan.

"These things are on the logistics receiving records, but not in the warehouse. You say you've been loyal and devoted for thirty-five years."

Lin Feng squatted down to be at eye level with Zhao Deshan.

"How much did you steal in thirty-five years?"

Zhao Deshan's face turned bright red.

"I didn't steal! I just misappropriated it! I'll get it back!"

The fangs of calamity are drawn, with the simplest of strokes.

The sword slashed across Zhao Deshan's neck.

Clean and neat.

The head bounced as it hit the ground and rolled to the feet of the protesters.

Blood splattered all over their faces.

All the noise in the square stopped at that moment.

The seasoned veteran, a sixth-dan martial arts master, looked down at the heads at his feet, his legs went weak, but he stubbornly refused to kneel.

Lin Feng walked down from the platform and stopped in front of him.

"You also want to plead for him?"

Upon seeing this, King Wu, a sixth-ranked warrior, hurriedly offered an explanation.

"No... I wouldn't dare."

"You dare not? Then why were you making trouble just now?"

Lin Feng flipped his wrist and exerted force, and another head fell to the ground.

This one was even quicker; it didn't even bounce and rolled straight into the crowd.

The two animal trainers nearby jumped aside in fright, creating a large open space in the middle.

Blood was splattered all over the ground.

"The league does not support useless people, much less parasites."

His voice wasn't loud, but the square was completely silent at the time, and the more than three hundred people could hear it clearly.

"From today onwards, the Alliance will implement a merit system. Regardless of your seniority, background, or kinship, killing monsters, completing missions, or contributing resources will all be converted into points."

"What can you exchange points for? Top-tier pills, advanced cultivation techniques, forging materials, and even the companion spirit materials of Martial Saint-level beasts."

Someone in the crowd gasped.

"Those who do well will rise through the ranks; those who do poorly will go back to farming."

He scanned the entire room.

"Anyone who thinks they can just coast along because of their seniority should look at that head on the ground."

All 327 animal trainers bowed their heads.

There was silence for a full thirty seconds.

No one dared to utter a sound.

Lin Feng inserted the Fang of Calamity back into his back and turned to walk into the inner hall.

Iron Eagle jogged up behind him, his voice kept very low.

"Alliance Leader, the rules are indeed good. But the alliance's resource pool is almost empty right now. What are we going to use to exchange for them?"

Lin Feng didn't stop walking.

"Come with me."

"Where to?"

Lin Feng turned a corner and headed towards the back of the main altar.

"The forging workshop and the alchemy workshop."

He patted the storage ring.

"I have two S-grade forging materials, five S-grade body tempering pills, ten A-grade body tempering pills, as well as more than a hundred bottles of pills and dozens of bamboo scrolls of cultivation techniques that I moved out of the ancient ruins in the rift."

Iron Eagle stopped.

"These supplies are enough to keep the alliance afloat for six months, but what about after that?" Lin Feng glanced back at him. "So we need to ramp up the production capacity of the forging workshop and the pill workshop. That semi-retired third-grade alchemist, call him back. If he doesn't want to come back, pay him double the price."

Iron Eagle's mind was still racing.

"Alliance Leader, I'll talk to the alchemists, but the forge is short of ore for production."

Lin Feng took two steps forward and pushed open the door of the forging workshop.

Of the dozen or so furnaces inside, only three were burning.

"I'm going to get back the one and a half mines that the Chen family took over."

Iron Eagle swallowed hard.

"Alliance Leader, although the Chen family is not a first-rate family, they have a deep foundation in the provincial capital and are backed by the provincial martial arts association."

Lin Feng had walked to the nearest forging furnace and looked around.

"Iron Eagle".

"exist."

Do you think I'm the kind of person who would try to reason with someone?

Iron Eagle opened his mouth.

I thought about what Lin Feng had done over the past month.

He cleaved Zhao Tianxiong in two with a single stroke, wiped out the entire Zhao family in Qingzhou, beheaded two Martial Kings at the provincial headquarters, and split Gu Qingfeng in two during the Longyuan Cup finals.

reason?

This person never makes sense.

He talked about knives.

Iron Eagle's mouth shut.

Lin Feng patted the dust off his hands.

"We'll set off tomorrow, heading to the Chen family first."

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