Retirement begins with summoning Yuan Tiangang

After the terrifying incident involving the Gray Serpent Gang, the atmosphere in the caravan became somewhat eerie.

Boss Qian's attitude towards Ying Qi and Ying Ba has changed from initial enthusiasm to almost fawning reverence.

He followed cautiously behind the two brothers, wishing he could have the words "I am a law-abiding citizen" engraved on his forehead.

The other guards didn't dare to breathe loudly, their eyes filled with admiration and...fear as they looked at the two brothers.

Shadow Seven and Shadow Eight were happy to have some peace and quiet.

While cautiously observing their surroundings, they silently circulated the "Shadow Twin Technique" to regulate their breathing and recover the true energy consumed in the battle.

"Brother, why do you think the Gray Snake Gang is so afraid of our brand?"

Shadow Eight couldn't help but ask in a low voice, he really couldn't understand it.

Even if you can't beat a master at the seventh level of the Innate Realm, you shouldn't be that scared, right?

Ying Qi's gaze swept across the deep mountain path ahead, and he said in a deep voice, "Captain Jia Qi is a Grandmaster. The commander who can command him must be of unfathomable strength. This Gray Snake Gang is just a local bully in Black Wind Ridge. They are well-informed and must know that the Bad People are not to be trifled with, and may even have... suffered losses before."

He recalled the fearful yet resigned look in the middle-aged man's eyes, and his conviction deepened.

The reputation of these villains was earned through sheer violence!

Sure enough, the journey that followed confirmed his guess.

While passing through a narrow valley, a dozen archers dressed in black and carrying powerful crossbows suddenly appeared on the cliffs on both sides!

The crossbow bolts gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the sunlight, locking onto every single person in the caravan.

The leader was a figure wearing a bamboo hat whose face was obscured. His aura was gloomy, and he seemed even more dangerous to Ying Qi than the sinister middle-aged man from before!

"Leave the goods behind, cut off your own arm, and you may live."

The man in the straw hat spoke with a voice as cold and ruthless as the friction of metal.

Mr. Qian almost wet his pants.

Ying Qi took a deep breath, stepped forward again, and showed his token: "You also want to stop the Bad Guys from escorting this item?"

The man in the straw hat stared at the token and remained silent for a moment.

The air in the valley seemed to freeze.

Just when Shadow Seven thought he was about to face another fierce battle, the man in the straw hat suddenly waved his hand.

The archers on the cliff, like puppets on strings receiving a command, simultaneously put away their crossbows and retreated silently, disappearing behind the jagged rocks in a few leaps.

The man in the straw hat gave Ying Qi a deep look, or rather, a look at the token in his hand. He said nothing, and with a flicker, he disappeared into the shadows like a ghost.

Not a single word wasted.

Shadow Seven's palms, which were holding the token, were slightly sweaty.

This time, they didn't even need to fight?

The title of "bad guy" is even more effective than an imperial edict!

The caravan escaped death once again.

The guards were looking at Shadow Seven and Shadow Eight as if they were looking at gods.

Even Shadow Eight couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement: "Brother, wouldn't you say we're... using someone else's power to intimidate us?"

Yingqi glared at him, but she had to admit that this feeling... was indeed kind of enjoyable.

A sense of security, like having a big tree to lean on for shade, arises spontaneously.

However, troubles always seem to come in droves.

Just as they were about to leave Blackwind Ridge and could see the outline of the county town in the distance, the last wave of interception, which seemed to be the most "reasonable," appeared.

There were only three people blocking the road.

They were all dressed in magnificent brocade robes, with long swords at their waists, exuding an extraordinary air.

The leader was a handsome young man with a cultivation level of Grandmaster Level 1!

Behind him stood two elderly men, their auras deep and their gazes sharp as lightning; they were clearly also experts.

The young man, with a warm smile on his face, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to the caravan.

"Please wait a moment, everyone. I am an official from the Qingyang Prefectural Government, and I have been ordered to investigate a batch of stolen government silver. We suspect it is related to your caravan's goods. Please do us the favor of opening the cargo boxes so we can inspect them."

Prefectural Governor's Office! Official Silver!

Upon hearing this, Boss Qian's eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Yingqi's heart was in her throat.

People from the government!

This is far more troublesome to deal with than bandits and gangs! And the opponent is a Grandmaster!

Even if you show your token, it's still uncertain whether the other party will accept it.

He steeled himself and stepped forward, displaying his token again: "The Bad Guys are on a mission to escort this shipment. Could you possibly make an exception?"

The young steward, upon seeing the token, maintained his smile, but his eyes flickered slightly. "Oh? A member of the 'Bad People'? I've heard so much about you. However, the theft of official silver is a serious matter, and the Prefect himself has ordered an investigation. Even if you're a member of the 'Bad People,' shouldn't you abide by the law? If the goods are genuine, what harm is there in checking them?"

His words, though seemingly polite, carried an undeniable official air, clearly indicating he had no intention of letting them pass easily.

The two old men behind him subtly locked onto Shadow Seven and Shadow Eight, exerting pressure.

The atmosphere instantly became tense and hostile.

Shadow Seven felt his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

The other party clearly wasn't giving us face, or rather, not giving us complete face.

Fight? We definitely can't win.

Do we really want them to inspect the goods?

The fact that Boss Qian reacted before he fainted already indicated that there was definitely something wrong with the goods!

Just as he was caught in a dilemma, a lazy voice suddenly came from the canopy of a large tree nearby:

"Tsk, the Prefect of Qingyang? What an air of authority. What, Prefect Liu, do you think that what my Bad People are protecting is worth his trouble in investigating?"

As the words were spoken, a figure floated down, landing precisely between Shadow Seven and the young steward.

The newcomer was also dressed in the black outfit of a member of the Bad Guys, but the collar and cuffs of his clothes were embroidered with a faint silver trim, indicating a higher rank.

He looked to be around thirty years old, with an ordinary face, but a cynical smirk played on his lips, and he was tossing a... fruit in his hand.

Shadow Seven and Shadow Eight were both taken aback. They didn't recognize this person, but the clothes he was wearing couldn't be faked.

The young manager's expression changed drastically upon seeing this person. His composure vanished instantly, replaced by panic and disbelief: "It's...it's you! Ghost Hand Yang Lin! You...you weren't...?"

The man called Yang Lin took a bite of fruit and mumbled, "Where I am is none of your business! Get your men out of here! Go back and tell Liu the Skinflint that our commander has taken a liking to this shipment, and tell him to back off! Otherwise, I won't be the only one going to his prefectural governor's mansion for tea next time."

His words were undisguisedly threatening, and coupled with his nonchalant demeanor, they only made him seem more confident.

The young manager's face turned pale and then red, and the two old men behind him also looked apprehensive, clearly extremely afraid of this "ghost hand" Yang Lin.

After struggling for a moment, the young manager finally gritted his teeth, cupped his hands, and said in a dry voice, "Since...since it is Master Yang here, then...then it must be a misunderstanding. We...take our leave!"

After saying that, he didn't even dare to utter a harsh word. He turned around and left with the two old men, walking away more than twice as fast as he had come.

Yang Lin watched their hurried retreating figures, chuckled, and casually tossed the fruit pit aside. He then turned around, sized up Shadow Seven and Shadow Eight, and his gaze lingered for a moment on the tokens at their waists.

"New guy? Well done, you didn't disgrace us Bad Guys."

He patted Yingqi on the shoulder with considerable force.

"Alright, the rest of the road is safe. Wake this fatso up and get on with the delivery. I have other work to do."

After saying that, he didn't wait for Shadow Seven and Shadow Eight to respond. His figure flickered and disappeared into the forest again like a ghost, coming and going like the wind.

Shadow Seven and Shadow Eight stood there, stunned for a long time.

From the Gray Serpent Gang to the mysterious archer, and then to the Grandmaster of the Prefectural Governor's Mansion... Along the way, they hardly made a move, relying entirely on the token at their waist and the name of the Bad People to scare away wave after wave of powerful enemies!

Is this... the organization they joined?

Shadow Eight slapped his thigh excitedly and exclaimed, "Brother! This time... we've really hooked up with a powerful ally!"

Ying Qi didn't speak, but he gripped the token at his waist tightly, feeling its cool touch, while an unprecedented surge of heat welled up from the bottom of his heart and spread throughout his body.

A sense of belonging?

No, it's not just about belonging.

This is a kind of...proud pride!

They are bad guys!

This identity alone is enough to make a grandmaster back down and cause the prefectural governor's office to suffer a setback!

He walked over and used his true strength to stimulate the philtrum, waking up the unconscious Boss Qian.

When Fatty Qian woke up and saw that everything was safe and sound, and that the people from the Prefect's Mansion were gone, he was immediately drenched in sweat as if he had been pulled out of water. He was about to kowtow to Ying Qi and Ying Ba: "Thank you, gentlemen! Thank you, gentlemen of the Bad Guys! I... I..."

"Boss Qian,"

Yingqi interrupted him, her voice calm yet undeniably authoritative.

"Now, can you tell us what's in your car?"

Fatty Qian's face paled. Looking at Ying Qi's deep gaze and Ying Ba's eager expression, and recalling the prestige of the "Good" token he had carried all the way, he finally broke down completely, crying out, "I'll talk! I'll talk! It's...it's salt...it's smuggled salt..."

Shadow Seven and Shadow Eight exchanged a glance, understanding each other perfectly.

The profits from smuggled salt were enormous, but it was monopolized by the government, and smuggling was a serious crime.

No wonder Mr. Qian was willing to invest so much money, and no wonder it attracted so much trouble.

"Let's go, let's see this through to the end," Ying Qi said calmly. "We'll see things through when we get there."

The caravan set off again, and this time, without any setbacks, it successfully arrived at its destination—a remote warehouse outside the county town.

When the goods were handed over, two ordinary-looking men, whose aura was in no way inferior to that of "Ghost Hand" Yang Lin, were already waiting there.

After they finished checking the goods, they tossed a heavy bag of silver to the profusely grateful Boss Qian, then nodded to Ying Qi and Ying Ba before quickly leaving with the goods.

Task completed.

Shadow Seven and Shadow Eight stood outside the warehouse, looking at the outline of the distant county town, the setting sun casting long shadows of them.

This mission truly made them realize the weight of the term "Bad People".

That's not some vague title, but a real and immense power and supreme authority that can make bullies bow down and government officials retreat!

They are no longer the assassins Shadow Seven and Shadow Eight, struggling to survive in the darkness and constantly at risk of being abandoned.

They are the Bad Guys, Shadow Seven and Shadow Eight!

With the character "良" hanging from his waist, behind him stood a colossal figure capable of shaking the entire region!

"elder brother,"

Looking at the sunset on the horizon, Yingba revealed the first truly relaxed smile in five years.

"I feel like...we've been brought back to life."

Yingqi gave a heavy "hmm" and patted her younger brother's shoulder.

Yes, they came back to life.

Under the banner of "Bad People".