Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

Based on the above, Los's first official identity outside the home, the Black Pharaoh, thus emerged.

With Black Pharaoh as its leader, in the time it took Los to eat a hamburger, an organization that had never existed before, suddenly formed, called Black Suit.

Marion, his eyes burning with intensity, looked at Los and tentatively asked, "You mean you've been observing me for a long time?"

Los nodded: "Of course, I've been watching you all along. I've been looking for someone who can create a wave of change in the times, and you are the one I've chosen."

Marion wholeheartedly agreed with the phrase "the man who sets off a new era," because he had always believed that if he could establish a workers' union, it would indeed set off a new wave of change.

Marion then asked, "So you want to help me accomplish this great undertaking?"

“Otherwise, I wouldn’t be standing here,” Los said with a smile, adjusting his fedora.

Marion felt his heart skip a beat, but he wasn't overwhelmed by joy, so he didn't continue.

“Sorry, I have to lead a workers’ march next. Can we talk later?” Marion knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch. While the other party could offer help, they would definitely ask for something in return.

Marion was prepared to pay a heavy price, but that didn't mean he was a naive fool who could be easily fooled.

He needs to cool down his head and give himself enough time to think things through and weigh the pros and cons.

At the same time, we should also use this time to test the other party's sincerity and what kind of strength they actually possess.

Los said, "You've already taken a bite out of some big families, and they've been trying to get rid of you for a long time. There's a big risk in this kind of protest."

Marion looked down at the three corpses, took a deep breath, and said, "I know, but I have to do this."

Los smiled slightly, revealing an expression of appreciation: "I admire people with determination."

With that, Los turned and strolled away, saying, "From now on, no one can hurt you."

"What?" Before Marion could react, he discovered that the mysterious black pharaoh had vanished.

"This guy seems incredibly powerful!" That last sentence gave Marion a great sense of security.

Curious, he looked down at the corpses again. The heads of the three people had shattered almost simultaneously, as if bombs had been planted inside their heads and exploded.

But he knew very well that a person's head couldn't possibly contain a bomb.

"There were no gunshots, no explosions. No firearm could possibly blow three people's heads off in an instant. How did he do it?"

Marion walked out of the alley while lost in thought.

"Mr. Marion?!" As soon as he came out, he saw a dozen or so workers rushing towards him.

They were all wearing matching blue overalls and holding signs.

It reads, "Better protection! Better working environment!"

Marion took a deep breath, temporarily putting the Black Pharaoh's matter out of his mind, and laughed, "Let's go! Let's fight for our rights!"

Then, the group quickly walked towards the meeting point.

Looking at this very simple request, Los, who was floating in mid-air in a transparent form, smiled and said, "This request is really simple."

The workers' demands are not high; they simply want protection against workplace injuries and illnesses, as well as an improved working environment.

Many people in factories now suffer from various terminal illnesses due to the presence of chemicals and fiber dust.

Those who are diagnosed with terminal illnesses have only one path forward: first, they are abandoned by their bosses, and then they wait to die in despair, just like Lao Han before them.

Old Han was lucky; he was a citizen of Arkham, and he also lived in the era of Los, so he received a miracle and survived.

However, there is no miracle called blood healing here.

At 9:30 a.m., all the workers gathered together.

The strike involved 60,000 workers from six large factories and seven small factories.

The strikers comprised one-tenth of the total number of workers in Massa.

Sixty thousand people, a massive crowd, filled three city blocks, marching through the city under Marion's leadership, holding signs and chanting slogans in unison.

"It's truly spectacular!" Los said with a beaming smile.

Chapter 0324 Kill Order

The entire march was massive, with a procession of 60,000 people that even the police could not stop.

Moreover, the police are not planning to stop the group of workers.

While the workers were holding a march, the factory owner, realizing the seriousness of the situation, rushed to the Massa Center building.

At this moment, all the top officials of the entire Massa province had gathered around the large conference table.

The leader of this group was naturally Li Maurice, a high-ranking official in the province of Massa.

The 62-year-old man with white hair and a plump figure sat at the head of the table. To his left was the current mayor of Massa, Gri, a 52-year-old, thin, ordinary middle-aged man.

Below these two are the true high-ranking officials of the entire Massa province.

President Fernand, the Rocco brothers, the Poli family, the Willie family, the military's lackey Open, and his superior, the minister in charge of the entire Massa province: Banforsen.

Sitting on the seventh floor, they could still hear the huge shouts coming from outside the window.

Beside the conference table, the heads of more than a dozen factories stood pale-faced and silent.

“There were signs of this happening before, and I warned you, but you didn’t pay attention.” The first to speak was Frossen.

Polly stroked the ring on his ring finger and said, "This situation is caused by lax factory management. There were no people from our factory in this protest."

"What do you mean?" Big Rocco asked with a gloomy expression.

The workers in this march were mainly employed in garment factories, glass factories, and steel mills, and these three industries are the mainstays of the Rocco family.

Willie, standing to the side, said sarcastically, "Who told you to be so heartless, not taking any protective measures? Your factory kills at least a few hundred people every day because of that dust, no wonder the workers quit."

boom!

Rocco slammed his hand on the table and said in a low voice, "It's none of your business to tell us what's wrong with our factory."

"Alright!" It was the high-ranking official Morris who spoke at this moment.

The crowd quieted down and turned to look at Maurice.

"Now is not the time to argue. If you really let the working class rise up, none of you will ever have such high profits again. These greedy workers are a bottomless pit that can never be filled."

"If their protest succeeds this time, can you be sure that your factory workers won't join in out of envy?"

Willie and Polly both lowered their heads in deep thought.

Then Morris turned to the Rocco brothers: "You're the ones who started this whole thing, and I've already warned you about the problems at your factory many times."

"If we make the workers wear masks and work clothes, and add related safety facilities, our costs will increase by 20%, and once we start doing that, these troublemakers will become insatiably greedy," said Da Luo Ke.

"Where are the police now that things have escalated to this point?" Fu Neng asked, dissatisfied.

Mayor Gerry said from the side, "Kane has probably already betrayed us. This time I asked them to disperse the workers, but he just went through the motions and didn't take us seriously at all. The meeting was directly rejected."

Upon hearing this, a cold glint flashed in everyone's eyes.

Morris spoke up, saying, "We're all in the same boat. If someone falls into the water, everyone else suffers. Now we need to solve the problem."

As he spoke, he looked at Frossen, who had been silent and looking down at the document.

"Why hasn't Marion been eliminated yet?" Forson asked as his first question.

Polly, who was standing nearby, said, "I was planning to take action against the Charlemagne family last night, but Judy found out and both of my men are dead."

Rocco Jr. continued, "I sent people this morning, but it seems to have failed."

"I mean, why was he allowed to live for so long?"

Frossen raised the item in his hand and said coldly, "He started rising to prominence a year ago, specializing in reporting on the problems of factories like yours and rapidly building his reputation in the past year. What have you been doing?"

Snapped!

Frossen slammed the document on the table: "You're all suspicious of each other and fighting amongst yourselves, each hoping this bug will become a knife in your hands so you can stab each other in the back."

"Amidst your infighting and suspicion, how did a piece of trash from the poor manage to rise to this level and cause you this kind of trouble?!"

"A bunch of useless trash!"

Finally, Frossen's voice suddenly rose too high, and he shouted angrily.

Faced with such insults, everyone lowered their heads, not even daring to breathe.

Everyone sitting here knows who the true master of this Massa province is.

They knew all too well that their ability to sit here and become top nobles in the province of Massa was due to this person's permission and support.

"Shortsighted and narrow-minded. How can you help the general blockade Arkham if you continue like this? You can't even handle a poor man, yet you want to deal with superhumans?! Are your brains full of shit?!"

Harsh insults continued to pour in, and no one dared to say another word, much less exchange sarcastic remarks.

"Rocco!" After cursing, Frosin called out a name.

The Rocco brothers quickly looked up: "Minister."

“This matter originated in your factory, and you are responsible for resolving it. I want this Marion dead before sunrise tomorrow.”

“A group of poor people who are crawling at the bottom should act like poor people. Without their leader, they are not even as good as ants!”

Upon hearing this, the Rocco brothers immediately felt a chill and replied, "Understood!"

Forson stared intently at the two brothers with deep eyes: "This is your last chance. The general never tolerates incompetent people. There are many others who can take this position."

The Rocco brothers' hearts skipped a beat, and they immediately replied, "Understood!"

Then Frosin turned to the others and said, "Don't just stand there watching. Send your men out and charge into the streets. Someone will take responsibility for all the crimes."

"With their leader dead and their comrades dead, what trouble can these cowardly paupers possibly cause!"

The expressions on everyone's faces changed slightly after hearing this.

Such a public murder was no small matter; as nobles, they preferred to carry it out in secret.

After all, they still need to maintain some dignity and self-respect.

But now, no one dared to disobey this lord's orders, and everyone nodded in acceptance.

At this moment, they dared not have any other thoughts, because they knew Frossen very well and knew exactly how ruthless and crazy this guy was.

"What's the situation with Charlemagne after he came back?" Frossen asked.

Then everyone began to share what they had seen and felt the previous night.

"Let's see who's more powerful, this paladin or that witch. We'll just watch the show."