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The fruit stand owner was a towering figure, with a fierce scar running across his face, giving off an air of danger.
In reality, that impression was well-founded.
Xiar keenly noticed the wary glances from the surrounding vendors, tinged with a hint of hostility.
This was precisely why Xiar chose to approach him rather than anyone else.
To him, these ordinary people posed no threat, no more than humans would care about whether an ant looked particularly strong.
Naturally, he sought someone slightly stronger; after all, the powerful always had more knowledge to share.
“Oh, thank you very much. It would be even better if you could take me to meet the person behind you,” Xiar said as he picked up a piece of fruit and took a bite, maintaining a gentle smile on his face.
“Sure, let me just pack up my stand first.” The vendor's eyes showed a moment of confusion, as if awakening from a deep dream.
But in an instant, he lost focus and quickly gathered his goods, stowing them away in the back room before casually locking the door. Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, he led Xiar away from the street.
Hypnosis, also known as mental induction, allowed Xiar to easily hypnotize these ordinary people; even strong martial artists could not resist it.
This ability was granted to him after his evolution with Firefly, significantly enhancing his mental prowess and enabling him to master a mental capability similar to that of Firefly.
Under this hypnosis, the vendor would reveal everything without reservation—even where he hid his stash of money!
Even more terrifying was that once the vendor regained consciousness, he would have no recollection of what had transpired—essentially equipped with a built-in mechanism for forgetting, preventing him from remembering Xiar's existence!
Half an hour later, under the guidance of the Scarred Man, the two made their way through the bustling streets and gradually entered the increasingly chaotic Slums.
The stench from a pile of garbage by the roadside was overwhelming, as several large black rats rummaged through it in search of food. Surrounding them was a mix of various types of refuse, including some feces, and the foul odor was suffocating. Large-headed flies buzzed around, adding to the discomfort.
Even in the brightest places, darkness exists, and the Slums represented the darkest side of Saint Ni City.
Many impoverished people lived here; those who toiled at the docks mostly resided in this area, and one could easily imagine the living conditions.
Living standards dictated quality of life; when one struggles to find enough to eat, who would care about their surroundings?
As the dark side of the city, even the City Guard rarely patrolled here. It was a semi-neglected area where as long as no major disturbances occurred, it was left to its own devices.
The entire Slums were effectively ruled by several major underground gangs. These gangs had intricate ties with the city's nobility, with some being directly established by them to handle various illicit affairs.
Such activities included abducting women, dealing in stolen goods, and even interactions with rival factions!
As long as there was money involved, these individuals dared to do anything; they were absolute madmen, and one could never know when a head might roll.
The Source Gate had yet to open, and the world remained in its original order. Ordinary people were unaware of the existence of Spirit Masters.
In their eyes, martial artists were still the most powerful humans.
Unfortunately, Spirit Masters completely surpassed ordinary humans; among them, the strongest could rival mythical beings, far beyond anything they could imagine!
The person leading him appeared to be a fruit stand vendor, but in reality, he was akin to a front for a gang, stationed there to gather intelligence and help collect protection fees.
A mere figure like this would naturally not understand much, but Xiar possessed a formidable capacity for reasoning and deduction, allowing him to infer more information from the vendor's words.
Although his mental strength had not fully recovered, it far exceeded what an ordinary person could imagine; tasks like hypnotic reasoning were effortless for him.
What followed was a silent and unnoticed invasion.
Half an hour later, one of the largest gangs in Saint Ni City, the Iron Blood Gang, had changed hands!
The burly guards at the entrance only saw a frail man walk in, smile at them, and then enter the heavily guarded courtyard.
He encountered no resistance; it was all a silent invasion, as if it had been rehearsed beforehand. All the gang members who saw him displayed expressions of awe.
The Gang Leader, a martial artist of School-Level Strength, was no exception; he completely submitted at the feet of this newcomer, handing over the power he had painstakingly built over many years!
In the Gang Conference Hall, Xiar sat on the former leader's throne and looked down at the burly man with his head bowed. He said calmly, "At any cost, gather those three items from before. You have three hours; if you fail, you will have no value left."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Gang Leader Tim nodded repeatedly. Standing nearly two meters tall, he now hunched over like a shrimp, beads of sweat continuously forming on his forehead.
There was no choice; the person before him was terrifying—terrifying enough to make him feel as though he was facing a dragon disguised in human skin!
Earlier, he had attempted to resist, but no matter how he attacked, he could inflict no damage whatsoever. Even when Xiar stood still and allowed him to swing his blade, Tim found himself utterly powerless.
Tim realized that this person was undoubtedly one of those legendary figures—someone with various mysterious abilities.
As a gang leader, he was certainly not as ignorant as an ordinary person, but it was precisely because he understood that the world was not as simple as it seemed that he felt even more fear.
However, aside from fear, he also harbored a deep sense of anticipation—could this be his chance to become one of those people?
“Don’t worry, if you complete the task, I will enhance your abilities.” The figure seated on the black bear-skin chair tossed him a test tube.
“Drink this first; you will noticeably feel your strength increase a bit. Once you finish, you will receive even more.”
Under the other’s gaze, he uncorked the vial and gulped down the light red liquid inside. Instantly, a warm current flowed through his body, coursing through his blood and spreading to his limbs.
Martial artists valued control over their bodies above all else, so he could clearly sense himself growing stronger. Overwhelmed with joy, he knelt on one knee and declared, “Yes, I will do my utmost to complete it!”
The person before him resembled a devil, using this mysterious drug to tempt him. Yet he did not hesitate to take the bait, hoping to possess the power of a demon.
This was the nature of greed!
Xiar silently observed, saying nothing further. He could clearly perceive the various emotional waves from the other—initial fear, followed by shock, and finally endless greed.
He did not care whether the other would betray him because this person, or even the entire gang, was merely a temporary tool he had chosen.
Once he retrieved those items, this tool would lose its value. At that time…
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