In the Thunder City New Industrial Zone, a place teeming with mixed company, the Grizzly Gang is notoriously infamous.

Most of them are refugees from the Twilight Province, previously scraping by in Princess Erin's Refugee Camp, and moved here with Edward's new policy when spring arrived.

The members of the gang are all ruthless and unruly, dominating the New Industrial Zone for a long time, with no one daring to provoke them. Initially, they started with small-time extortion of protection fees from easy targets, but eventually, their business grew, and they set their sights on the lucrative construction projects.

After all, they couldn't compete with local gangs on bigger deals, and they weren't interested in smaller ones.

Quick money with no technical skills needed—building houses was the obvious choice.

From the moment the Horace Textile Factory dormitory project was rumored, the Grizzly Gang was like sharks smelling blood, quickly fixating on this "juicy meat," salivating over it. They spread threats throughout the New Industrial Zone, declaring that any construction team daring to take over the project would find no peace on this land.

In their perception, the project was already in their pocket, as certain as nails on wood, with no one else daring to meddle.

Those with the capability looked down on the small money involved, while those without the capability dared not offend gang members, which was another reason why Horace struggled to find a suitable construction team.

However, plans can't keep up with changes.

A team claiming to be adventurers was like a sudden pebble, shattering the Grizzly Gang's plans.

In the alleys near the textile factory, Hans, who was on the lookout, saw the so-called adventurers from afar, his face full of suspicion and disdain.

They were shabbily dressed, their clothes patched up, shivering in the cold wind. Their eyes showed timidity, always recoiling in the unfamiliar and slightly chaotic surroundings, with no semblance of adventurers.

More like a pack of stray dogs running for their lives after being ruthlessly driven out of the territory by the nearby lords.

Hans knew too well that their leader's long-coveted project being intercepted midway was no small matter, so he didn't dare delay, racing with all his might towards the Grizzly Gang's hideout.

"Boss! Bad news!" Ignoring the stench inside, Hans pushed the door open, panting and urgently shouting, "A bunch of greenhorns showed up at the Horace Textile Factory, they've... intercepted the project you set your eyes on!"

The Grizzly Gang leader, Balk, who was drinking and playing cards, was slightly taken aback, his already burly face instantly turning red, veins popping on his forehead like angry little snakes.

He slammed the table, causing the oak cup full of wine to topple to the ground, the liquor splattering everywhere.

"These ignorant fools dare steal my business!"

The roaring echoed in the room, making ears buzz. The two guys playing cards with him scrambled away, leaving the money and cards on the table untouched.

Seeing the enraged boss, Hans didn't dare breathe, trembling at the doorway.

The brawny man before him was not just a brute with raw strength, but a ruthless person awakened with Extraordinary Power!

As for why the Venerated Saint Sis allowed such a scoundrel to awaken Extraordinary Power instead of bestowing blessings on pious ones like himself, Hans had no idea.

Balk, breathing unevenly, barely managed to suppress the burning anger within, ordered in a steady voice, "Get Morris here for me!"

Morris was the Grizzly Gang's second-in-command, a capable aide and strategic advisor. They knew each other since childhood, growing up in the village in the Twilight Forest, later coming to Thunder City with the refugee camp and forming the Grizzly Gang there.

Soon, Morris walked in wearing a grim expression, looking at Balk and speaking in a low voice, "Big brother, what's going on here?"

He could tell Balk was in a bad mood, but didn't know the specifics.

Balk briefly explained the situation, then closely watched Morris.

"Morris, I want to know your thoughts!"

Morris rubbed his chin, pondering for a moment before a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

"Boss, these greenhorns clearly just arrived, completely unaware of the rules here. I think we should teach them a lesson, and while we're at it, deal with that disrespectful dog Horace, show him who's in charge here, and that he can't think his little bit of money gives him the right to defy us!"

"Let's go straight to his textile factory tomorrow morning, drive out those bumpkins, and give those restless folks a taste of their own medicine!"

This was exactly what Balk wanted; he nodded heavily, a sinister sneer appearing on his face as he gritted his teeth, "Alright, just as you said! We'll bring more brothers tomorrow and prepare to fight."

"I want to see which reckless stray dog dares to mess with us!"

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Meanwhile, the players of the Invincible Supreme Adventure Group were unaware of the threats, busying themselves with finding lodging for the troublesome NPCs.

They were too soft-hearted, unable to abandon these people.

Moreover, when their activities wrapped up, they might need to reclaim their adventurer roles again.

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