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He then gave his staff a slight shake, and the wooden disc fell onto the table to Coster's horrified expression.

"Damn it." The bearded man gritted his teeth. This Ferson had somehow gotten together a bunch of guys who called themselves "players," and each of them knew some strange and unusual spells.

This discordant noise naturally attracted the attention of others.

"What's going on?" Leader Felson frowned slightly, his gaze joining that of everyone else in the banquet hall as they looked at the bearded man in the corner. "Brother Barrow, you don't seem very satisfied with tonight's banquet?"

"Don't fucking call me brother!" Even though the bald man beside him had been holding him back, perhaps having endured for too long, the bearded man, Barrow, finally couldn't take it anymore. He pointed at Felson's nose and cursed, "Felson, if it weren't for Boss Husen taking you in back then, you'd be a stinking dog on the street! You treacherous beast, in less than two months you've turned the guild into this mess, exploiting fishermen and abducting women for the Malz family, do you even have a shred of conscience?!"

A gentle smile appeared on Folsen's fleshy face. Then, he looked at the trembling woman in his arms and said, "Ha, he actually said that I stole you?"

The woman huddled in the man's alcohol-smelling embrace, not daring to utter a sound.

"Oh? You weren't willing after all? Too bad, I thought we were mutually in love!" Fulson looked at the mage player to his right. "By the way, is this how you use that word where you're from? Hahahaha!"

"I...I...I did it voluntarily..." The woman noticed that Folson's grip on her shoulder was gradually increasing, and she quickly spoke, her throat trembling.

“Look,” Fulson waved his glass, “this is love, Mr. Barrow, how can you tarnish our feelings like this?”

"Boss is so talented, hahaha!" "That's right, that's the boss's charm, you know!" A group of subordinates immediately joined in the commotion.

"But you, Mr. Barrow, I've always treated you with respect because you're a guild elder, haven't I?" Suddenly, Felson's tone shifted, his expression turning grim. "And now you're provoking me time and time again. I'm a magnanimous person and don't care, but I'm still the leader of the brothers, after all. If I keep being humiliated by you like this and don't fight back, isn't that the same as everyone being humiliated by you?"

“That won’t do, Mr. Barrow.”

Chapter Sixty-Three: The Fox Bodyguard

"Folson!" Seeing that things were getting out of hand, the bald man who had been trying to persuade the bearded Barrow stood up and stood in front of him. "Brother Barrow may have been a little drunk tonight and was talking nonsense. I'll help him back now."

"Hey, no, no, sit down first..." Fulson said softly.

But the bald man dared not let Barrow stay any longer, and quickly shoved him toward the lobby entrance.

"I said sit down!!!" With a crisp "smash," the burly Fulson slammed the wooden cup in his hand onto the table, shattering it into pieces that flew everywhere.

The sound of long swords being drawn rang out in unison, and all the gang members in the hall drew their weapons.

Several gang members, who seemed to have been prepared, stepped forward and blocked the entrance to the lobby, preventing Barrow and the bald man from getting through.

In an instant, the banquet hall fell completely silent.

“You…” Barrow saw familiar faces among the people who stopped him, and felt a gnashing of grief.

He looked back and saw that only the bald man who had been supporting him was still standing beside him; the rest were his former "colleagues" who were pointing knives at him.

“Mr. Barrow, I think that listening to what others have to say before leaving is a matter of basic manners.” Folson’s voice returned to its gentle tone, as if his previous outburst was just an illusion. “Although you used to be just a rough fisherman, now that you’re sitting here dressed like everyone else and looking respectable, you can’t keep up that kind of recklessness.”

"Felson!!! You really think you're an aristocrat just because you step on the heads of the lower classes!?" These words enraged Barrow. "Even the most destitute among the poor earn their money with their own hands, while you're nothing but a beast who bleeds the Malz family dry! No matter how much money you make, no matter how many cashmere and mink coats you wear, you'll never be a human being, and you'll never change the fact that you're just a dog kept by the aristocracy!!!"

Barrow's retort was like a sharp arrow piercing Felson's heart; the guild leader's face was now as dark as the storm clouds outside the window.

He believed that he had climbed up from the bottom and escaped that lowly status, and what he feared most was being compared back to his origins, not to mention that Barrow had humiliated him by saying he was inferior to the "lower class" whom he looked down upon.

Folsen roughly pushed the woman away from his arms, walked up to Barrow, and looked down at him like a small mountain with his massive frame.

"Barrow, it seems that it was my mistake to let you go out of kindness for you."

“Keeping me around is just a tactic you use to win people over.” Surrounded by so many people with knives, the bearded Barrow remained fearless, or rather, he no longer cared. “As for you, I should have drowned you in the chamber pot back then!”

Veins bulged on Folsen's forehead, and he immediately threw out his massive fist.

As a boxer who regularly takes alchemical drugs from the Maltz family, his powerful punch could smash an ordinary person's head like a watermelon.

Just as Fulsen had predicted, bright red blood spurted out and splashed onto a group of gang members.

But when Fulson looked closely, he saw that the person he had punched was not the bearded Barrow, but his confidant, Coster, who had just been watching from the sidelines.

His dark-circled eyes widened in astonishment and surprise, and his head, half-deflated, collapsed to the ground with a thud, revealing Barrow, who was being "protected" behind him and looked equally astonished.

This was certainly not because Coster suddenly had a change of heart and risked his life to shield Barrow from a punch. Ferson turned his head slightly and saw a short figure wearing a fox mask appear outside the circle of people, slightly lowering the foot he had just raised.

Clearly, this guy had just sneakily kicked Coster from behind, forcing him to block that fatal punch.

"Who is it!?" Fulsen stared in shock at the figure that had appeared silently right under everyone's noses.

His gang members reacted quickly, drawing their long knives and swarming forward.

But the uninvited guest was none other than Ella. The mob swung their knives haphazardly, unable to even touch the hem of her clothes.

In a split second, her petite figure slipped through the gaps in the chaotic slashing and appeared behind a group of attackers. She nimbly leaped up, stepping on their backs, and in mid-air, her soft boot heel struck one of the gang members on the back of the head, causing him to collide with other gang members who had missed their target, and they all fell to the ground with a clatter.

Fulson immediately realized that the short man in the fox mask was exceptionally skilled, but as the leader, he did not choose to step forward but instead immediately withdrew.

With so many of his men in the lobby, he didn't need to go and confront this mysterious man in black.

The players sitting at the other long tables behind him also got up and rushed over, blocking Fulsen's way.

Upon seeing the group's distinctive and mixed-style outfits, Ella immediately recognized that they were actually a group of players. However, since player guilds often worked for various factions and did quests, this was not unusual.

However, Ella suddenly realized that the face of the male mage in the water-patterned robe who was leading the group looked somewhat familiar.

Beside the mage player, a female musketeer-dressed companion leaned up and patted him on the shoulder, whispering, "Hey, Allen, that outfit, could it be the number one player on the leaderboard...?"

"Impossible, don't think so much." The mage replied in a deep voice, then waved his staff and chanted loudly. A circle of incantations lit up on the mottled floor tiles, and the water that appeared out of thin air gradually gathered into a deep blue humanoid water elemental.

"Hey, Barrow, did you even hire a mute bodyguard? He seems pretty good at fighting." Ferson, hiding behind a group of players, regained some confidence and his expression became more self-assured. "You can't get by in this world just by being good at fighting. If you like fighting so much, I have plenty of people here who can play with you for a while!"

But the bearded Barrow standing to the side naturally didn't understand what was going on. He hurriedly reminded the short man shrouded in a black cloak, "Brother, I don't know where you're from, but be careful, those guys are tough to deal with!"

The short man in black simply nodded slightly, seemingly in response to Barrow.

Just then, the musketeer player on the other side suddenly raised his single-barreled musket and pulled the trigger at Ella.

A missile trailing a streak of fire was launched from the barrel in an instant, whistling through the air.

However, as if she had anticipated the trajectory of the bullet, Ella tilted her head in advance. The flying lead bullet barely grazed the edge of her hood and accurately hit a gang member behind her who had just fallen to the ground and was staggering to his feet.

How can this be! ?

The female musketeer stared wide-eyed. She quickly ejected the spent cartridge and loaded a new round. This powerful dwarf musket, unlike the Valen musket, did not have a revolver, but it was correspondingly more powerful.

Meanwhile, Ella, who was in the distance, had already started walking, and her seemingly light and graceful figure suddenly closed the distance by several meters.

The mage player hurriedly waved his staff to control the water elemental and stepped forward, while two warriors in iron armor also stood in front of him with their shields.

Just as Ella was about to approach the water elemental, she kicked up a wooden bench beside her, then jumped up. At the instant the water elemental's fist, formed from condensed water, struck the bench, Ella used the bench as leverage to launch herself into the air, gracefully somersaulting over the water elemental's shoulder in an arc.

Her petite figure landed right behind the two warriors, who immediately turned around and swung their swords. Ella, however, seemed to have anticipated this and immediately bent down. The two swords clashed together with a clang, sparks flying.

Then, her slender legs, clad in short boots, suddenly shot out, the heels striking with deadly precision in the only gap in a warrior's throat not protected by armor.

The warrior struck by the rear foot whimpered and fell, clutching his throat. His round shield slipped from his hand and was caught by Ella. At the same time, the musketeer, who had taken a few steps back and reloaded, aimed at Ella and pulled the trigger again. But Ella held the round shield she had just taken at an angle in front of her. The bullet struck the tilted shield and, with a "clang," ricocheted at a near-perfect angle into the wrist of the warrior next to her who was trying to swing his sword a second time, piercing through his arm armor and spurting out a blinding spray of blood.

Immediately afterwards, Ella hurled the heavy round shield in her hand like a frisbee, slamming the mage, who was trying to control the water elemental to defend, into a long table full of wine glasses.

Hearing the screams of pain from her fellow soldier who had been shot in the arm, and the deafening crash of her mage companion smashing through a table with his shield behind her, the female gunslinger was stunned. Her trembling hands, holding the musket, were at a loss for what to do. Only one question filled her mind—what kind of monster is this?!

Ella silently stepped forward, her crimson pupils beneath the eyeholes of her fox mask glancing at the guy before slapping him unconscious to the ground.

While it's true that players sometimes have no choice but to work for local forces, they still have to work for this Fulsen, so you can't blame her for being impolite.

After casually dealing with the four players, Fulson, the current leader of the Fishermen's Guild, looked at the short figure that had walked up to him, his throat bobbing, and his seemingly fierce face turned pale.

He admitted he had spoken a bit too loudly—but this guy was way too good at fighting!

Chapter Sixty-Four: Seizing Power

"Brother, how much did Barrow pay you? I can pay you double, no, triple!"

As the short man in black slowly approached, Fulson retreated in terror, his bear-sized frame wishing he could curl up into a ball.

The henchmen around him, each holding a knife, only dared to watch; not a single one was willing to come up and help their boss.

Perhaps it was fear that turned into courage, or perhaps it was because no one around dared to come up to help him, but Fulson remained silent as Ella slowly approached, finally choosing to explode from his suppressed emotions.

"Die!!!"

With a roar, he gritted his teeth and threw a punch, but only managed to swing it at empty air. In a moment of surprise, he saw the figure shrouded in a black cloak flash by, and its feet had already lightly stepped onto his thick arms.

How did they do that? Staring at the eerie eyes on the fox mask that looked down at him, Fulsen, horrified, tried to pull his hand back, but before he could react, he was suddenly struck in the face with a whip kick, spitting blood and falling to the ground.

At this moment, Hu Sen and Li Cheng, who had arrived late, had just reached the window and were dumbfounded as they looked at the players and gang members lying on the floor in the lobby.

"Brother Li, I initially thought this pretty young lady was here to give instructions." The burly Hu Sen looked in surprise through the window. "So she's the main force after all?"

"I can only say that this wasn't our initial plan..." Li Cheng scratched his head, "Maybe the Holy Maiden just wanted to warm up."

It wasn't that they were slow. They had agreed to sneak together, but all the gang sentries along the way were knocked unconscious by Ella, who was in front, and casually thrown to the side of the road. They could only help stuff the unfortunate ones into barrels or drag them to the corners of walls. It turned into a strange situation where one group was killing everyone in front and the other was "collecting corpses" in the back, which is why they were delayed so much.

"The Holy Maiden...? Is this the Holy Maiden?" Hu Sen asked in surprise.

"Oh, you didn't know that?"

As they spoke, the current leader, Fulson, with his mouth agape, began to beg for mercy from the petite woman dressed in black.

But it had no effect. Ella silently kicked Fulson on the head again, who was kneeling on the ground, causing blood and a few teeth to splatter onto the ground.

"Hiss..." Hu Sen felt a little pain just looking at her, scratching his shiny head. "I've never heard of such a saintess before I went to jail? A martial saint, the chosen one of the God of War, Ares?"

"What nonsense! That's the Holy Maiden of Light!" Li Cheng was speechless.

At this moment, Fulson was already frantically running backwards on the floor, when Ella caught up and grabbed him by the neck, lifting him into the air like a chick, where he struggled incessantly.

"Huh...?" Hu Sen stared at the horrific scene, his mouth agape. "Dude, are you sure?"

The Holy Maiden of Light, as described in the church's doctrine, is meant to spread healing and happiness, isn't she?

“Well…it doesn’t seem so righteous…” Li Cheng hesitated, “But you have to believe that the Holy Maiden is usually very kind.”

"Ahem." Ye Xiao, who had been listening nearby, finally spoke up, interrupting the two's conversation. He remained calm, though. "The current leader has been dealt with. Shall we discuss the next steps?"

"Has your brother still not retrieved the dirt on Ferson that I hid in the base?" Hu Sen pondered for a moment. This burly man had a rather meticulous mind. "Originally, I was thinking of slowly helping Old Barrow gather some people and then finding an opportunity to confront Ferson openly. But now, we can just hand the material over to Barrow."

"Xiao Deng and the others have already gone to get it," Li Cheng replied. "It should be ready soon."

“It’s a pity that we’re wanted criminals after all, so it’s not convenient for us to show ourselves and attract too much attention,” Hu Sen sighed. “Otherwise, I would have liked to go up and beat up that guy Felson.”

"It's alright, look, Ella left him with a breath left," Ye Xiao comforted him, "so you can vent your anger too."

"Alright." Hu Sen said helplessly. He had thought he would have a showdown with Felson, but the other party was swatted like a fly by the person he had unintentionally brought along.

While the three were whispering, Ella, in full view of everyone, had already dragged Fulson back to the lobby entrance by the hair. The poor leader, who was now as still as a dead pig, had left a long trail of blood on the floor tiles.

The nearby gang members were all terrified. If Ella hadn't completely ignored them, they probably would have dropped their knives and run away.

"Um... is there anything I can help you with?" Barrow's voice trembled slightly as he watched the short man in black drag Fulsen over. Everyone assumed that this god of death was someone they had hired, but only he knew that he had never hired such a terrifying guy before.

Ella didn't say anything, just stood there quietly, which made Barrow feel a little uneasy.

Just then, the three people who were spying by the window saw Xiao Deng arrive with the information. Ye Xiao took the information from Xiao Deng and flipped through it. He saw that it was a stack of papyrus papers tied together, with some accounts and such recorded on them. He asked Hu Sen, "Just give this to that bearded man, right?"

"Yes, this is it, but how do you want it..."

Before Hu Sen could finish speaking, Ye Xiao threw the object in his hand through the window. The bundle of papyrus drew an arc and landed precisely in Ella's palm, who had raised her arm at the same time.

Ella took the papyrus, glanced at it, and handed it to Barrow.

"You two are so in sync?" Hu Sen, standing by the window, was somewhat surprised by Ye Xiao and Ella's wonderful coordination from a distance, but he didn't think too much about it.

All that was seen was that Barrow took the paper, glanced at it, and immediately understood its meaning.

“These things… could it be… Boss?” Barrow hurriedly looked towards the window by the hall, but Hu Sen and the others naturally hid to avoid being noticed by others. Even so, Barrow already understood what was going on in his heart.

He had been patient, not only because Fulsen was difficult to overthrow, but also because the Maltz family behind Fulsen was very powerful. Even with the support of the fishermen, he was still struggling to stand alone in the already corrupted guild.

Whether or not this information existed, Fulson's wickedness was common knowledge within the gang. But more importantly, the appearance of this information told Barrow that the person he needed to rely on most had returned.

Therefore, when he looked at Ella, who was dressed in black, his eyes were no longer filled with fear, but rather with gratitude and hope, like rain after a long drought.

He proudly held up the papyrus and announced to the crowd in the hall—tonight, the Fishermen's Association will officially return!

"Your brother and I have quite a good understanding," Ye Xiao said to Hu Sen with a smile as he poked his head out the window again.

Chapter Sixty-Five: Morning Light Hut

In just one night, Fulsen’s rule over the fishermen’s guild collapsed.

Barrow replaced Folsen as the guild leader, while secretly, Husen, along with his companions brought from prison, wiped out Folsen's remaining forces.

But the Maltz family wasn't stupid. The next day, upon hearing the news, they immediately connected it with the Dead Sea prison break.

Early in the morning, a team led by the personal guards of Zhufeng Fortress rushed into the Fishermen's Guild's stronghold for a search, under the pretext of suspecting that they were harboring wanted criminals.