Chapter 98: Night Meeting (Part 1)

Inside the residence converted from a Military Camp, as the Knight Order Regiment Commander, Dean had a single room, which made Dean’s coming and going more convenient. After confirming that all the young people were asleep, Dean, draped in a black cloak, left his room. Before leaving the Tier Territory, these young people had been fighting with bandits and outlaws, and after only a short rest, they set foot on their journey again.

Never count on a night’s rest in the wild to restore enough Stamina.

In fact, any experienced outdoor explorer would set aside quite a long holiday for themselves—because they are all very clear that the wild, whether day or night, is a place that consumes Stamina.

Moreover, that unexpected surprise attack, and the vigilance afterwards, made these young people even more exhausted.

Therefore, what Dean said before about needing rest was not entirely an excuse; at the very least, these young people needed a good night’s rest.

Otherwise, before reaching Vauban City, a whole group of these young people would fall ill from fatigue.

As for Dean himself?

Possessing Strength above that of a Knight, coupled with rich experience, Dean did not need such rest; after all, at this moment, Dean had more important things to do.

Walking along the shadows, Dean walked out silently. Looking at the brightly lit Manor next door, he knew that Baron Janel’s welcome banquet would be impossible to end before the middle of the night; in fact, Dean could be certain that as long as the Miss from the Tier Baron Family was there, and conditions permitted, Baron Janel would definitely hold this banquet indefinitely.

Of course, according to the personality of that Miss from the Tier Baron Family, the early morning would be the limit.

And now, just after nightfall, the five hours until early morning was the time left for Dean—although a bit tight, it was definitely better than nothing.

Of course, before that, Dean had to find the bandit gentleman who had surrendered to him.

Fortunately, the two sides had a pre-arranged signal, and although Janel Town was larger than Tier Town, it was just a town with a population of several thousand people.

It was not like the Capital of Emerald, a city with a population of over two hundred thousand.

…

“Boss Jack, we need to give them a hard hit to make those sons of bitches understand how powerful we are!”

In a cellar, a large man was offering advice to his new boss. His bulging muscles and waving fists all showed this defector’s eagerness.

In fact, that was the case.

As a newly rising underground force in the Janel Territory, ‘Broken Finger’ Jack was now definitely the first choice for those gangsters—because he was far more generous and capable than ‘Wild Fox’ Meeter, the boss who had controlled the Janel Territory for ten years.

Do not think that so-called gangs have any loyalty.

Perhaps there is some at the bottom, but as status changes, once they are in a high position, profit is what they pursue.

Therefore, when Jack appeared with handfuls of Gold Pulton and was extremely generous, several of ‘Wild Fox’ Meeter’s supporters just stood on Jack’s side.

Of course, there were no few people who wanted to try a Black-on-Black.

However, the next day, the heads of those who held such thoughts disappeared without a trace.

Suddenly, everyone understood that Jack not only had handfuls of Gold Pulton but also powerful Strength.

Facing such a candidate, those who had long been dissatisfied with ‘Wild Fox’ were naturally tempted. For ‘Wild Fox’ Meeter, who was used to keeping everything for himself, the Gold Pulton that leaked through his fingers was just enough for those subordinates and supporters to barely survive.

As for more?

Quite clearly, for ‘Wild Fox’ Meeter, that was his own property.

With such a boss, if everything was peaceful it would be fine, but once there was any trouble, it would naturally be hard to maintain, let alone that Jack was not just simple trouble.

If at the beginning ‘Wild Fox’ Meeter could still use his powerful Strength to Intimidation his subordinates and supporters.

But when Jack also showed Strength that was in no way inferior to ‘Wild Fox’ Meeter, suddenly, the situation changed—originally ‘Wild Fox’ Meeter’s subordinates and supporters.

At this moment, more than half appeared in front of Jack.

Jack sat in a chair, looking at the figures he used to look up to, now bowing and scraping in front of him, naturally feeling unspeakable delight in his heart.

If it were not to maintain the dignity of a boss and leader, he would have already laughed out loud.

In fact, as a new boss, Jack did not have much preparation; simply put, he had no idea how to handle the matters in front of him.

However, he had two good examples to learn from—

That mysterious My Lord, and his original boss ‘Wild Fox’ Meeter.

When Jack found that he only needed to imitate his original boss ‘Wild Fox’ Meeter by putting on a gloomy face and speaking in that unique tone of the mysterious My Lord, the people around him looked at him with such fear, and even those whose Strength was far stronger than him were trembling and did not dare to make a sound.

After that, everything went naturally.

“Maybe I can complete the mission ahead of schedule!”

Jack thought in his heart.

In fact, at this time, the reason this bandit gentleman, who had gained wealth and power he never dared to dream of before, did not get lost in it was thanks to that poison.

It was like a guillotine hanging over his head, making him vigilant at all times.

And likewise, precisely because of this, those original subordinates and supporters of ‘Wild Fox’ Meeter would look at this Jack with increasing respect.

Thinking that he had the ability to rival ‘Wild Fox’ Meeter.

If he had gotten lost in just the wealth and power in front of him, even if Jack had more Gold Pulton and Strength, they would not have come to join him.

Never underestimate these people walking in the shadows.

Under the cover of countless masks, these people possessed a sense of smell unimaginable to ordinary people.

At least, when fighting with all their might, as long as the future was bright enough, they would disregard everything.

Just like at this moment—

“Let’s go to war!”

“Yes! Boss Jack, let’s go to war!”

“As long as we win, the Janel Territory is ours!”

…

Noise began to appear.

Jack silently looked at these shouting people; he could clearly see the greed emerging on their faces, and he was no stranger to this—in fact, it was relying on this greed that these people gathered around him.

Therefore, he would not dislike this greed.

But this did not mean he could allow this greed to continue spreading—

Jack raised his palm, that right hand with the missing thumb.

Suddenly, the entire room fell silent.

Unconsciously, Jack already possessed his own authority, even if it was imitated or faked, it was still a good start.

“The My Lord I am loyal to gave me very generous time, so I do not need to rush—of course, I will complete it as soon as possible… in a more perfect manner!”

Jack said.

He had never concealed Dean’s existence; in fact, since returning to the Janel Territory, Jack had been constantly shaping Dean’s image. In his words, Dean had long changed from the initial image of a ruthless and desperate outlaw to the underground king of the Four Northern Counties of the Emerald Kingdom.

Although such a candidate had always been rumored in the Black Market of the Four Northern Counties of the Emerald Kingdom.

However, the candidates among them had always been plural, not one person.

But Jack was unusually certain that Dean was the only one—and the reason he had not made a move to unify the entire Northern underground world was just because of a promise.

If that promise was fulfilled, then those rumored candidates would be no match for that My Lord at all.

They would be swept away effortlessly.

For such words, those who heard them at first sneered.

But as Jack kept describing them on different occasions, those who originally sneered began to become doubtful—after all, for some people who could not see the light, doubt was an instinct.

And after a period of time, when Jack quickly became a boss who could stand up to ‘Wild Fox’ Meeter, such rumors seemed to become more credible.

Jack even began to believe what he said himself.

Thinking that everything he said was real, and that Dean was really like that.

When a person can deceive himself, then everything is real—

“For that My Lord’s tolerance, we ought to repay him!”

There was reverence, fear, and a trace of fanaticism on Jack’s face.

“Yes, we ought to repay him!”

The surrounding subordinates and supporters, looking at Jack’s appearance, trembled in their hearts and then spoke in unison.

For that ‘My Lord’ who had never shown his face, with Jack as an example and guide, coupled with layers of unknown and mystery, it involuntarily triggered the deepest fear in their hearts.

Therefore, even those who still held a trace of doubt did not say anything more at this time.

However, just because they did not say anything, it did not mean others would not say anything—

“Jack, for that My Lord you speak of, I would very much like to meet him!”

The tone had a hint of slickness, but it was mostly gloomy.

And with such words, the tightly closed door was kicked open.

When the person speaking walked in, the people present exclaimed one after another—

“Meeter!!”

“Boss Meeter!!”

…

Amidst the shouts, the people who were previously impassioned became as silent as winter cicadas.