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After the troops from the East Sea Naval Region had completely withdrawn, Lin Feng did not rush to leave.

The Gu family's treasure vault is located on the second basement level in the backyard, with three bronze doors and four layers of spirit-patterned locks.

It took Gongsun Yuan, along with Tie Ying and Helian Shuang, half an hour to pry the door open completely.

As soon as the door opened, the expressions of the three elders changed simultaneously.

"Alliance Leader, please come and take a look."

Lin Feng carried the gun and walked down.

The treasure vault was more than three times larger than the Chen family's.

The entire left wall was filled with magic cores, neatly categorized and stored in crystal boxes, ranging from D-grade to A-grade, numbering at least a thousand.

On the right was a shelf of pills, stacked in boxes and boxes, with labels bearing various pill formulas that Lin Feng couldn't name.

Lin Feng personally split open the safe in the very center.

Thirty-seven bearer bank drafts, with a total face value of 6.2 billion.

In addition, there is a thick stack of property deeds, mining rights, and shop operation contracts belonging to the Gu family in Nanhai City and four surrounding cities.

Gongsun Yuan flipped through the land deeds, his fingers trembling.

"More than 30% of the commercial land in Nanhai City is under the Gu family's name."

Lin Feng put all the promissory notes into his storage ring and divided the land deeds into two stacks.

"Sell the real estate that can be converted into cash. Leave the ones that are hard to sell for now. Keep the mineral veins for our own use, and transport all the pills and magic cores back to the main altar for storage."

"yes!"

The three elders answered crisply and decisively.

There was no way to be passive. By following this leader on this trip, the total assets they brought in, from the Chen family to the Gu family, exceeded 15 billion.

The league has been poor for thirty years.

Turn over in a day.

It took the moving team two days to empty the Gu family's treasure vault.

Lin Feng and his men boarded the fierce vulture and flew directly back to the headquarters.

It was afternoon when we landed.

The square in front of the main altar was much neater than before I left.

The stone path was swept clean, and two rows of newly erected training racks were placed under the flagpole.

When the passing animal trainers saw Lin Feng, they all stood up straight and greeted him in a louder voice than before.

Lin Feng found it strange.

He only left for three days.

"Iron Eagle, who did this?"

Tie Ying chuckled twice and gestured with his chin towards the inner hall.

"Vice Alliance Leader."

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow.

He walked toward the inner hall, just turning the corner of the connecting corridor.

A crowd had gathered at the entrance of the logistics warehouse on the side of the square.

More than twenty animal trainers stood in three or four layers, craning their necks and displaying a variety of expressions.

People are arguing.

wrong.

It wasn't an argument; it was one-sided abuse.

"Do you think I can't read the ledger? The purchase order for spiritual materials says 30 Grade A Jade Spirit Grass plants, priced at 20,000 each. I made three phone calls to the supplier in the provincial capital, and the wholesale price of the same Jade Spirit Grass is 12,000. You pocketed the 8,000 difference, so 30 plants would be 240,000."

Xiaoyu's voice came from the crowd, clear and crisp, but she spoke very quickly and logically, as if she were reciting accounts.

"Do you think I'm young and easy to fool?"

At the very back of the crowd, a manager in his fifties had sweat all over his forehead.

His name is Liu Quan. He's a veteran in the Alliance's logistics department. After Zhao Deshan was killed, he automatically filled the position and took charge of the procurement of spiritual materials.

"Vice Alliance Leader, this price is indeed due to transportation costs..."

"I've also checked the transportation costs." Xiaoyu slammed a piece of paper on the table. "The alliance has its own trucks for the logistics route from the provincial capital to the headquarters. You picked up the spiritual materials yourself in the provincial capital, and the round-trip fuel cost was 1,800. The transportation cost you quoted was 60,000."

Liu Quan's face turned deathly pale.

"Sixty thousand in transportation fees for thirty plants? Why don't you just say you're piloting a space shuttle?"

One of the animal trainers watching chuckled.

Liu Quan's face turned bright red.

He had worked in the alliance for over twenty years. After Zhao Deshan fell, he thought he could finally climb the ranks, but then a vice leader came along and scrutinized the accounts more thoroughly than an audit.

He wanted to argue.

His mouth had just opened.

Xiaoyu raised her right hand.

The blood and qi of a first-level Martial Saint surged from his palm.

A slap landed across his face, with a loud crack.

Liu Quan, weighing over 200 pounds, flew sideways, spun one and a half times in mid-air, and crashed into the base of a stone pillar twelve meters away.

The stone pillar had a crack, and Liu Quan was embedded in the rubble, half of his face swollen like a bun, with two teeth sticking out of his mouth.

The square fell silent.

More than twenty animal trainers remained silent.

They saw it all.

The moment that slap was delivered, a surge of qi and blood emanated from Xiaoyu's arm.

The Martial Saint.

The sixteen-year-old martial arts master.

Xiaoyu closed the ledger on the table, her voice completely calm.

"From today onwards, I will personally review every single account of logistics procurement. Any further falsification will result in a slap on the face."

She turned around and walked towards the inner hall, her ponytail swinging back and forth.

Lin Feng stood in the shadows of the connecting corridor and watched the entire process unfold.

He came out carrying a long spear.

Xiaoyu happened to walk up to him.

The brother and sister looked at each other for a second.

Lin Feng reached out and patted her head.

"Well done."

Xiaoyu's ears turned slightly red, and she lowered her head to tug at her sleeve.

"The accounts are so badly done, they're even worse than the old grocery expense books we used to keep."

Lin Feng smiled.

He took out both storage rings, which were stuffed full, and waved them in front of Xiaoyu.

"All of the Gu family's assets, plus the previous output from the Chen family's mines, are contained here. Pills, magic cores, land deeds, promissory notes, and spiritual materials, with a total value exceeding 15 billion."

Xiaoyu's breath hitched for a second.

"You're in charge of allocating the resources. Maximize the production capacity of the alchemy workshop, rearrange the ore supply lines of the forging workshop, and completely replace the weapons and equipment of all three hundred-plus people in the alliance. Save any surplus for later use."

Xiaoyu took the ring and held it tightly in her hand.

"Brother, are you just going to abandon us?"

"I'll handle the fighting, you handle the making money. Clear division of labor."

Xiaoyu bit her lip and nodded.

"OK."

Lin Feng patted her on the shoulder, then carried the gun and walked towards his seclusion room.

He stopped halfway there.

The mental energy connecting the Iron Rhinoceros and the Ferocious Vulture was still running in the background.

The Iron Rhinoceros never stopped in the cracks in the eastern suburbs of the capital, while the Ferocious Vulture was also spawning in the low-level cracks outside the main altar.

The two strange beasts kept producing resources day and night, and their efficiency was getting higher and higher.

Open the system panel.

Current Martial Arts Points: 4750000

Four million seven hundred and fifty thousand.

Lin Feng stared at the number for three seconds.

enough.

It takes one million to go from the Perfected Martial King stage to the Martial Venerable stage.

The price for upgrading a Martial Venerable from Stage 1 to Stage 2 is 1.5 million.

The second to third stage, two million.

That adds up to four and a half million. There's a difference of two hundred and fifty thousand left.

He went into the seclusion room and closed the door.

"Smash it."

......

Beijing.

Bai family ancestral home.

A purple clay teacup shattered on the floor, and shards splashed onto the butler's shoes. The butler didn't dare bend down to pick them up.

Bai Yong sat in the armchair, his fingers gripping the armrests until his knuckles turned white.

The communicator on the desktop was still ringing.

The informant in Nanhai City reported the complete events. The Gu family was wiped out; Gu Yan was burned to a crisp on the spot; Gu Changfeng's neck was snapped in one go; Major General Zhao Lei of the East Sea Military Region was kicked away; and Song Zhenkun led several thousand men in a slinky retreat.

After hearing this, Bai Yong slammed the communicator on the table.

"Ten billion."

The butler kept his head down.

"Ten billion to buy his life? What a load of rubbish. The silver-ranked assassin of Tianxing Pavilion is dead, the formation master of Baihe Sect is dead, and the Absolute Thought Formation wasted thirty million."

Bai Yong stood up and paced back and forth in the room a few times.

"We can't count on those guys from Donghai. Song Zhenkun is being suppressed by Duan Hongyuan and doesn't dare to step forward anymore."

He stopped at the window.

Outside the window was the Bai family's martial arts training ground, where dozens of Bai family disciples were practicing their skills.

At the very front of the crowd, a young man was shirtless and brandishing a knife.

Bai Xiuzhe.

The number one genius of the Bai family's direct line.

Martial Master Seventh Stage.

Bai Yong stared at the young man's back outside the window for more than ten seconds.

"housekeeper."

"exist."

"Has the document regarding the national military region competition been issued yet?"

"I just arrived this afternoon."

Bai Yong turned his back.

"Bring Xiu Ze in."

Five minutes later, Bai Xiuzhe pushed open the door and came in, still steaming.

Bai Yong tapped Lin Feng's photo on the table with his finger.

"Xiu Ze, you only have one task for this national competition."

The old man's voice trailed off.

"Bring his head back."

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