In a world of chaos and demonic warfare, the Axe Gang reigns supreme.

Bai Ye approached the armored man, removed his helmet, and saw his true appearance.

This was a man with an eagle's beak and deep-set eyes, whose gaze was sharp as he looked at Bai Ye.

I really don't like the way you look at me!

Bai Ye extended two fingers and gouged out the man's eyes, then said in an icy voice, "What is your relationship with Smith, and which force is behind you? If you tell me the truth, I can give you a quick death."

"snort!"

The armored man snorted coldly, his face filled with stubbornness: "Even if you kill me, don't expect to get a single useful piece of information out of me."

"Once I die here, even if our people don't intervene, your people, in order to curry favor with us, will still not spare you..."

Before the armored man could finish speaking, Bai Ye crushed his neck, too lazy to listen to him anymore.

After killing Smith and the armored man, Bai Ye instructed Wen Qiang and the other man: "Search them out and see if there's anything valuable."

Now Bai Ye is no longer a lone bachelor; he has a large group of people following him, so he has to find a way to make money.

Although I got 20,000 yuan from Black Wolf, I can't keep this money for long unless I find a way to make more money.

A moment later, Wen Qiang, his face beaming with delight, ran up to Bai Ye and exclaimed, "Master Ye, we've struck it rich this time! These guys are incredibly wealthy!"

After taking the silver notes from Wen Qiang, Bai Ye roughly counted them and found that the total amount exceeded 100,000 yuan.

After counting the silver notes, Bai Ye set aside 10,000 and handed it to Wen Qiang: "Everyone has worked hard these past few days. Distribute this money so that everyone can go back and have something good to eat."

"Thank you, Master Ye!"

Upon seeing the silver notes Bai Ye handed over, Wen Qiang's eyes reddened, and he quickly expressed his gratitude loudly.

The others who witnessed this scene were also moved, and their gazes toward Bai Ye became even more respectful.

They've been out in the game for so long, it's already good enough if they don't take money to curry favor with their boss. What kind of boss gives out money like this?

After everything was settled, Bai Ye left the church with his men, setting it on fire before leaving.

Such a cannibalistic place should not exist.

"Ye Zi, now that you've killed Lord Jiao, how should we report this to the gang?"

As they emerged from the church, Biaozi frowned and inquired about Bai Ye's thoughts.

Jiao Ye and Duan Kun were both among the top ten Red Sticks, and now they've both died at Bai Ye's hands. They definitely need an explanation.

After a moment's thought, Bai Ye came up with a plan: "Let's say that Black Wolf's surrender of Dawn Street was a pretense, and his real purpose was to plot against Master Jiao, so that he could lead his men to ambush and kill Duan Kun and Master Jiao."

"Later we'll go to the branch office to ask the gang for the 'Red Pole' status, and then apply to take charge of Xiunan Street, Shuguang Street and Qingshui Street."

"Of course, you also need to tell your subordinates not to talk about it, and to show no mercy if they dare to leak the news."

Upon hearing Bai Ye's idea, Biaozi and the monk both nodded in agreement, finding this approach to be very reasonable.

Not long after, Bai Ye led his men back to Juhonglou and saw Niu Zhen covered in wounds.

"What happened to your injury?"

Bai Ye approached Niu Zhen, looking at him with a furrowed brow.

Niu Zhen, looking ashamed, knelt down before Bai Ye: "Master Ye, I have failed in my duties. Please punish me."

"Tell me what happened first."

Bai Ye helped Niu Zhen up and then sat down to listen to his report.

Then, Niu Zhen recounted the entire incident in detail.

The matter was not complicated. Bai Ye instructed Niu Zhen to inform Wen Qiang and Ding Li to take men to ransack Jiang Tingting's house.

Niu Zhen felt that the matter was not difficult to handle, so he did not tell Wen Qiang and Ding Li, and directly led a group of people there.

As a result, Jiang Tingting's house was home to many Ming Jin masters, who were then forcefully defeated and killed.

"Master Ye, I beg you to punish me, I will accept any punishment."

Niu Zhen knelt before Bai Ye, slapping his own mouth as he confessed in a trembling voice.

Bai Ye gave him a few cold looks, then pulled him up: "Since it has already happened, there's no use blaming yourself. From now on, take good care of the families of those brothers who died."

After Bai Ye finished speaking, he took out several thousand yuan and handed it to Niu Zhen, instructing him to give it to the families of the deceased gang members.

Upon seeing the money Bai Ye handed over, Niu Zhen was deeply moved and couldn't help but shed tears.

Seeing Bai Ye's actions, the other gang members around him felt even more admiration for him, and some of them began to have transparent numbers forming above their heads.

Having gained another dozen or so points of national fortune, Bai Ye, filled with curiosity, wanted to see the current number of national fortune points.

When Bai Ye saw the current national fortune points, his brows immediately furrowed, and he noticed something was amiss.

The number of national fortune points he obtained seems to differ from the current statistics.

After a brief moment of doubt, Bai Ye considered a possibility: "Could it be that if the person who provides national destiny points dies, the national destiny points they provided will disappear?"

"In that case, while I acquire national fortune points, I also need to protect their safety."

After a quick thought, Bai Ye understood that the relationship between the two was one of mutual support and reciprocation.

At that moment, a man with pig ears walked out of a private room: "Why haven't our drinks and women been delivered yet?"

Hearing the pig-eared man's urging, Niu Zhen's face turned pale, and he looked at Bai Ye for help: "Master Ye, they are the Ming Jin masters from the Jiang family. They beat us out and came to Juhonglou to wait for you, wanting you to give them an explanation..."

Before Niu Zhen could finish speaking, Ding Li kicked him to the ground: "You're a fucking piece of trash. You can't even handle the smallest things. You make Master Ye clean up your messes, and you even brought people here."

Faced with Ding Li's punches and kicks, Niu Zhen did not dodge at all, letting his fists and feet land on his body.

It's clear that Niu really knows he was wrong.

"Ding Li, that's enough!"

Bai Ye waved his hand, signaling Ding Li to stop, and then decided to go and meet them.

He knew that although Niu Zhen had acted on his own initiative, he couldn't be entirely blamed.

He beat Jiang Tingting and the other woman yesterday, and these remnants of the previous dynasty will certainly not let it go.

Even if Niu Zhen doesn't come to collect the debt, the other party will still come looking for him.

"That saves me the trouble of going to them again."

With a cold expression, Bai Ye strode up to the pig-eared man and kicked him back into the private room.

With a kick of five thousand jin, even a master of Ming Jin would be kicked so hard that he would vomit blood and faint.

Seeing their companion knocked unconscious, everyone in the private room was shocked and looked angrily at Bai Ye, wanting to attack him together.

"Calm down, everyone, sit down!"

A middle-aged man with a pigtail scolded the young man beside him, then looked at Bai Ye and said, "It's really unexpected that Ye Yaozu has someone like you under his command. Truly, the younger generation surpasses the older generation."

"I have high hopes for you. Would you like to sit down and have a chat?"

After the old man finished speaking, he began to fiddle with his wine glass, maintaining his calm and composure throughout.

Seeing the other person's behavior, Bai Ye couldn't help but glance at him a few more times, wondering what the other person was going to talk to him about.

Immediately, Bai Ye sat down opposite the old man with a sense of curiosity.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the private room was very tense, with the air of someone about to start a fight at the slightest provocation.