Life is tough, so Honglong resorts to performing?

Chapter 14 Confrontation with the Enemy
"Tsk, not here yet?"

As it approached midnight, Loren stretched after finishing his online class.

The magical aura on the protective barrier has been worn away by time.

But the villain Loren was waiting for, the organization behind those pickpockets, has yet to appear.

While waiting for these guys, Loren only ate some mushrooms and the sandwiches the succubus lady brought him this morning. He's getting a little hungry now.

"Think about it, what are some of the possible reasons why our friends might not come?"

In the darkness, the young red dragon sat quietly in the center of the room, softly murmuring to itself.

"Perhaps, they haven't discovered me yet."

"Even though I showed up in many places, and even lingered for a long time in a high-traffic area like the cannibal's vegetarian barbecue restaurant, the local bullies still didn't notice me."

"This shows that their intelligence gathering capabilities are poor; even the rats in the sewers are more efficient than them."

"Secondly, they may have discovered me, but they don't dare to confront me."

A mocking smile appeared on Loren's face as he continued muttering to himself.

"This shows that they lack enough courage. Even when faced with the guys who caused their organization to lose manpower and were targeted by the patrol, they, as local bullies, chose to swallow their anger."

"Thirdly, they think the matter is over, after all, they have paid compensation and the patrol station has intervened."

"Hehe, hehe."

In the darkness, Loren finally laughed wildly, fine red scales appearing at the corners of his eyes, his originally black pupils turning into golden vertical pupils.

"Who do they think they've offended? Do they think the red dragon is as tolerant and righteous as the metal dragon? Are they brainless?"

They are red dragons, and they are genuine, old-school evil dragons!

There's no such thing as being able to thief for a thousand days without being able to guard against thieves for a thousand days!
A useless person who lacks ability, courage, and brains will only waste money in the end, and it's unknown who will ultimately compensate them.

Since you've already lost some money to yourself, why not give it all to us and contribute to the success of Gu Long's career!
Loren opened the magic crystal terminal, clicked on the past part-time job group chat, selected a group member with a pigeon avatar, sent the information of several people he had seen while signing at the patrol station during the day, and then edited a message.

"Help me investigate the organization of these thieves and forge a magic crystal terminal text message threatening me to go to their hideout."

"A double-cross? Five hundred."

The other party responded quickly, and Loren was just as quick to negotiate the price.

"three hundred."

"Eight hundred."

Faced with Loren's aggressive haggling tactics, the other party directly raised the price, showing no mercy.

"Four hundred is the last time, otherwise find someone else."

"Ah, deal."

After reluctantly paying the "high price" of four hundred copper coins, Loren successfully obtained a position in the organization called the Quickhand Brotherhood from Pigeon.

It's a bar called Broken Bones, located a few blocks away from here.

The message was sent via a threatening text message that was not very grammatically correct.

"Damn the Speedster Brotherhood, they actually dared to threaten me, I'm so scared."

Loren looked at the newly fabricated information in his hand, stormed out of the room, and headed towards the address on the form.

He was so pitiful, weak, lonely, and helpless, being threatened in a strange city...

To save its life, the poor little red dragon had no choice but to do it.

The moon is bright tonight, there's no wind, no clouds—not a good night for murder. But that doesn't say you can't hit someone, extort money, or blackmail.

On his way to the enemy's territory, Loren began to cast various buff spells on himself.

Invisibility, feline elegance, bear strength, mage armor—relying on his superior mana as a high-magic creature, Loren began his own monkey show.

Despite his dismissive tone, as a seasoned veteran of the lower city of Linyue, Loren never underestimates any opponent.

When Loren arrived at the bar with its colorful lights, if he had a status bar, it would have a full row of statuses at the bottom.

Even so, Loren still cast a detection spell first.

After confirming that there were no anti-spell preparations, he activated invisibility and stealthily approached the thieves' gathering place inside the bar, as indicated in the text message.

There were hardly any people around at the moment; a few scattered thieves were playing cards, drinking, and gambling...

It's worth mentioning that the room has a large round table inside, with about eight chairs around it.

This is clearly a small, insignificant organization; judging from this, the discovery of the magic crystal vein must have been purely by luck.

Loren was somewhat disappointed, so he found a secluded corner and began to crouch down.

Taking action at this point would only alert the enemy and result in catching a few small fish.

Fortunately, the other party didn't make me wait too long.

A formidable group of thieves returned carrying a large sack. Judging from the shape of the sack, it must have been a person, or at least an intelligent being.

As for why it's not moving, it's probably because it's been treated with medication.

“There’s also an unexpected bonus.”

Loren licked his lips and then crouched down.

As that team returned, one by one, the smaller leaders began to return with their various spoils.

They took their seats in the eight chairs and poured out their day's harvest onto the table.

Of course, the guy carrying the sack didn't do that.

The table was piled high, and the aroma of money tempted Loren, as if urging him to wipe these guys out in one fell swoop.

"Eight chairs, so there are eight petty bosses, huh? Have they dealt with the guys who were locked up by the patrol today?"

Loren counted the chairs, lost in thought.

If the person was removed, then we're still one person short; if the person wasn't removed, then we're all here and can get started.

Loren waited quietly, not caring that some of his buff spells were starting to expire. Dragons were excellent hunters, and hunters, of course, had more patience than their prey.

Clearly, the wait was worthwhile. As the last guy entered, the goblin who had been sleeping in the corner suddenly changed his demeanor and stepped to the front of the stage.

The minor leaders all lowered their heads in respect.

"That's interesting, you're pulling this stunt, aren't you? I almost missed you."

Loren grinned maliciously and began to use the only magical feat he had mastered after so many years of training: silent casting.

"A sixth-level spell, a modified version combining psionic magic and dragon's might, has been included in the newly developed spell journal of the Mage City. It is a sixth-level spell created by your Dragon Lord, Mind Dragon Roar, Triple Echo!"

Faced with a room full of enemies, Loren used his most trump card, a small advantage he, as a transmigrator without any special abilities, had over his fellow dragons:

Because he has merged with an additional soul, his soul strength is quite good, and he can learn and use soul-based psionic spells.

(End of this chapter)