Mythology Management System

The Black Dragon Society headquarters is located in a bustling downtown area, not far from the three streets under its control, ensuring timely rescue in case of any accidents.

The villa, covering thousands of square meters, unmistakably showcases the Black Dragon Society's immense wealth. It's worth noting that many underground forces combined might not be able to afford such a villa.

Inside the security room, several members of the Black Dragon Society were playing cards together, their leisurely demeanor making it seem as if they would be completely unaware even if someone were to sneak into the room.

Of course, they weren't worried about whether anyone would invade this place. Don't forget that this was the Black Dragon's lair. Even without the three leaders, the Black Dragon's ferocity wouldn't be diminished much.

More importantly, who in Qingshui City doesn't know that their Black Dragon boss is vengeful?

Once you get involved with the Black Dragon, nothing good ever comes of it; this has almost become a consensus among all the underground forces in Qingshui City.

Didn't you see there wasn't a single person in front of the Black Dragon Society's headquarters villa?

Those people are trying to avoid the Black Dragon too much, so how dare they loiter around in front of the Black Dragon Society's headquarters?

"Pah, what a damn bad luck!" said a thug with dyed yellow hair in the room, annoyed. He had already lost three rounds in a row.

"Haha, you're really unlucky today. I told you to dye your hair back to normal. Yellow is bad luck, it looks like you're destined to fail." Another man with a mustache teased.

"Haha, hurry up and go, you good-for-nothing." The others at the table also started laughing.

"Get lost, you're the damn loser." The blond guy glared at him angrily.

"Stop talking nonsense and get going," the man with the mustache urged.

"This is a rule that was set out in the beginning. Whoever loses has to patrol. If you lose three times in a row, it's your own bad luck. You can't blame anyone else."

"Okay, okay." The blond guy was getting impatient. He shouldn't have agreed to that shitty condition in the first place.

He always loses more than he wins when playing cards. I don't know if it's because he has bad luck or if the other players are cheating.

Outraged, Huang Mao could only grab his stun gun and go out on patrol, hoping to make a quick round and return as soon as possible to get back all the humiliation he had suffered at the card table.

The Black Dragon Society headquarters, covering several thousand square meters, wasn't as big as I'd imagined; a complete tour would only take ten or twenty minutes at most.

Deep inside the villa was the residence of Black Dragon Boss. Yellow Hair had no right to go in; at most, he could only wander around the perimeter of the villa to see if there were any suspicious figures.

The entire villa belonged to Black Dragon alone; the three leaders of the Black Dragon Society did not live here during their lifetimes.

The leaders either chose to live not far from the three streets or simply lived on the streets they were guarding. They would only come to the Black Dragon Society headquarters once in the evening to report the day's events to Black Dragon.

The three leaders were unwaveringly loyal to the black dragon, but serving a ruler is like walking on thin ice, especially a black dragon with a volatile temper.

Staying near Black Dragon will only make you uncomfortable; who knows when he'll go crazy again?

Yellow Hair carried a lamp in one hand and an electric baton in the other and began patrolling. Before long, he felt the urge to urinate.

I didn't feel anything while playing cards, but now that I'm relaxed, the urge to urinate has come up.

The blond-haired man craned his neck and looked around. Luckily, there wasn't anyone around.

Not far ahead was a flower garden, planted with many exotic flowers and plants, which were said to have been offered by the minor factions under the Black Dragon Society.

Black Dragon naturally looked down on these things, but he accepted them all anyway. What he valued wasn't the flowers and plants, but the submissive attitude of those minor forces.

Even if the Black Dragon Society eats meat, they still have to leave some soup for their subordinates, right?

No matter how domineering they are, they can't completely control all the territories. With the help of these smaller forces, their situation will be much easier.

Yellow Hair pulled up his pants and walked smoothly to a corner of the flower bed. This wasn't the first time he'd done something like this, so he was quite familiar with it.

Black Dragon is not a fan of flowers and plants, and he usually doesn't even glance at them. Yellow Hair knows this, which is why he is so fearless.

The blond-haired man was releasing his stress, completely unaware of the danger lurking behind him.

Fu Jiu, who was lurking in the shadows, gestured to the others to stay put, while he himself quietly approached Huang Mao from behind.

The blond-haired guy had just finished relieving himself and was in a particularly good mood, humming an unknown tune.

Suddenly, a hand came from behind and covered Huang Mao's mouth, while Fu Jiu's arm firmly gripped his neck, rendering him unable to move.

The blond-haired man's face turned bright red from extreme lack of oxygen. He knew that if he didn't resist, he would soon be strangled to death.

He tried to struggle, but to no avail. The hand gripping his neck held him firmly like an iron clamp, and the knee pressing against his spine rendered him powerless.

"Am I really destined to be a loser?" Yellow Hair remembered Little Mustache's words in his last moments.

Is blond hair really unlucky?

Time is running out, so this question can probably only be asked in the next life. Hopefully, he will learn his lesson in the next life and change his hair color.

Huang Mao was no longer moving. Out of caution, Fu Jiu did not let go for the time being, and only gradually loosened his grip after confirming that Huang Mao was completely dead.

With his current third-tier strength, dealing with a first-tier blond kid would be no problem at all. The important thing is to prevent him from making the slightest noise, so as not to alert the Black Dragon.

Fu Jiu dragged the yellow-haired man's body to a dark spot and whispered to the people in the corner, "Listen to the sounds and act accordingly. As soon as the explosion sounds, rush in as planned."

The few people in the corner nodded silently, their eyes filled with a sense of death.

These are the lowest-ranking and most inconspicuous members of the Dragon Slayer Pavilion. The plan to lure the Black Dragon will be entrusted to them. To put it bluntly, they are the bait, the kind who will go up to their deaths willingly.

This was also an important part of the plan. To ensure the perfect implementation of the plan, certain sacrifices were necessary. Even Wei Zheng had to be ruthless and abandon them.

Moreover, most of these people are terminally ill and don't have much time left. Giving their lives to Zhanlong Pavilion can also secure a good place for their families. It's a worthwhile deal.

With the threat from the patrol personnel removed, we can now boldly proceed with the agreed-upon plan.

Fu Jiu's agile figure moved between the various buildings of the Black Dragon Society, placing "surprises" one by one on the load-bearing parts of the buildings. When these little things exploded, most of the Black Dragon Society's buildings would collapse instantly.

As Heilong's old rival, Wei Zheng had detailed information about the Heilong Society and was familiar with Heilong's residence. He even had access to the structural plans of the villa.

With the architectural blueprints and the explosive materials that Li Si obtained, Black Dragon will definitely have an amazing time.

Fu Jiu weighed the lump in his hand; these things weren't cheap.

The structure of explosives today is completely different from that before the spiritual energy revival, and the materials used are also vastly different.

Modern firearms are too limited and have been constantly rejected by some mysterious law, so their power is reduced to less than one-tenth. Those large-scale firearms have been completely rendered useless and have become worthless as scrap metal.

The explosives in Fu Jiu's hands were made by mixing spirit stone powder with some other substances. They weren't very powerful, but they were enough to blow up buildings.

This thing is quite expensive to make. Even with the financial support of the Dragon Slayer Pavilion, they couldn't get too many. However, it's more than enough to blow up the Black Dragon Society's lair.

In less than ten minutes, Fu Jiu had already installed the explosives.

Taking a deep breath, Fu Jiu calmed his turbulent emotions and pressed down hard on the detonator in his hand!