Looking at his plea for mercy, [Iron-blooded Fatty] felt a satisfying thrill in his heart.

Although in reality he didn't dare to step out of line, it didn't stop him from beating up the villains in the game.

"Get lost!" He shouted fiercely, scaring the man lying on the ground so much that he was terrified the fists would greet him again.

Seeing that the other party let him go, Balk didn't dare to say a word, scrambling to his feet and limping away.

Seeing their boss run away, a group of lackeys also scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing the scene in panic.

Carl stared blankly in the direction Balk fled, muttering softly to himself.

"'Savage Bear' Balk, the leader of the Grizzly Gang, the overlord of New Factory Area 11th Road... and you actually beat up this plague god, and in front of so many people no less."

At the factory gate, a group of workers watched this side, whispering and pointing.

There were even a few young ladies looking at them with admiration, as if they were heroes.

It's obvious that these people's reputations were even worse than the "miser" Horace, to the point where it infuriated all people, and they needed the "Chosen One" of Lord Demon King to deal with them.

[Iron-blooded Fatty] picked at the imaginary earwax with his little finger and said in an ostentatious manner.

"Are they strong fighters?"

What good is being strong?

Come and compare with the Demon King Army?

Carl swallowed and nodded, but before long, he silently shook his head.

"No matter what, you've done a good deed. They might hold back a bit for a while... Of course, whether this is a good thing for Mr. Horace, I can't be sure."

His voice seemed to imply something.

[Earth-eating Rich Man] felt a stir in his heart and immediately understood the old gentleman's insinuation, his eyes flashing with cunning as he looked at the sweating Horace with a smile.

"Sorry, Mr. Horace, we can't take this job. After all... you've already signed a contract with Mr. Balk."

Horace felt a pang in his heart and hurriedly waved his hands frantically, exclaiming in denial.

"I didn't sign with them, really didn't! How could I possibly sign a contract with this group of villains? Wouldn't that be asking for trouble?"

He knew better than anyone that if this group of tough guys abandoned this job, once the Grizzly Gang got back up, they would definitely come to his textile factory for crazy revenge.

The police force expansion in Thunder City could never keep up with the urban expansion, and those guards selected from the refugees might even be related to these thugs, turning a blind eye at the time.

Lady Erin Campbell wouldn't notice such small matters, but for him, it's a catastrophic disaster. Those thugs wouldn't even need to do much, just throw a rock from time to time, or steal a machine to sell for scrap, even simply harass the female workers coming and going at the factory gate... all these would be enough to make his life miserable!

[Earth-eating Rich Man] cleared his throat, straightened his posture, and revealed a pleasant smile.

And that smile made Relles, who still harbored hope, feel his heart drop into the Abyss.

"...In that case, it's not that the job can't be done, but I'm afraid our contract needs to be renegotiated."

He raised a finger as he continued with a smile.

"1000 gold coins, half up front, and the rest upon completion. As for materials, we will procure them ourselves, and the blueprints must be decided by us. Also, during construction, you cannot interfere with our work."

His tone was firm and undeniable, as if proclaiming his sovereignty over this land.

He did indeed have that power, after all, it was his "fight" that earned him this domain.

This ground order was much more convincing than distant royalty.

Upon hearing this price, Horace felt darkness before his eyes, his heart clenched with pain, almost fainting.

His hands tightly clutched his chest, as if his heart had been fiercely twisted by someone.

"You... demon."

"Back at you."

Watching Horace squeeze out a sentence from his trembling lips, [Earth-eating Rich Man] nodded slightly, looking all courteous and polite.

Seeing the firm gaze of these folks, and thinking of the terrifying retaliation of the Grizzly Gang, Horace weighed his options repeatedly before finally gritting his teeth, nodded in agreement, and swallowed the bitter pill.

1000 gold coins aren't too outrageous.

The land usage rights granted by the Royal Family are worth at least ten times those 1000 gold coins, and after all, the 1000 gold coins are spent on his own factory.

Just consider it a protection fee.

He comforted himself thus, then limped off the scene, like a defeated rooster, looking exactly like the way Balk fled in embarrassment.

"Justice, regaining a point."

[Earth-eating Rich Man] smiled at the glowing Carl, extended his right hand, "I represent the Horace Textile Factory construction team to once again invite you to participate in our project... Of course, we will adopt your second plan, and let that miser draw circles in the corner!"

Without a trace of hesitation, Carl excitedly grasped his hand, his tone sincere and friendly.

"It's my honor to serve you! Praise be to Saint Sis, thank goodness Thunder City has good people like you!"

Upon hearing this, the smile on the four players' faces turned ambiguous.

Saint Sis above?

This might not be so... reassuring...

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