Mythology Management System

"What! Black Dragon is dead?!" Upon hearing this news, the leader of the White Shark Gang was initially incredulous, but then boundless joy welled up inside him.

"Who killed him?" White Shark asked, forcibly suppressing his excitement.

The underlings below quickly replied, "Boss, it was Wei Zheng who did it. This information has been personally confirmed by our members who were planted inside the Dragon Slayer Pavilion. The Black Dragon's corpse is still kept in the Dragon Slayer Pavilion."

White Shark is determined to replace the three dominant underground forces and become one of them. To achieve this plan, it is natural to plant spies within the three forces.

The message that just came back was from one of their infiltrated members of the Dragon Slayer Pavilion. Although that person did not participate in the killing of the Black Dragon, he did see the Black Dragon's corpse with his own eyes. In addition, the corpse was brought back by Wei Zheng. It seems that the murderer is no one else but him.

It's not fair to blame their spies for receiving this false information. Ordinary spies can only infiltrate the outer circle at most. To enter the inner circle, the cost is too high, and the White Shark Gang wouldn't go to such lengths for a single spy.

This hunt for the Black Dragon is a top secret of the Dragon Slayer Pavilion. Only Wei Zheng's loyal followers are going. Members whose origins are unclear or who cannot be fully trusted should definitely not be brought along. Otherwise, what if those people leak the information and take advantage of their weakness to wipe them out?

Upon his return, Wei Zheng immediately issued a gag order, forbidding anyone from revealing what had happened, especially the appearance of the fifth-tier expert at the end.

The man gave him a feeling that was much stronger than the law enforcement officers. You should know that even the law enforcement officers could not suppress him to the ground and make him unable to move just by their aura.

Wei Zheng suspected that the person's strength was at least at the late stage or peak of the fifth rank. Offending such a powerful person would have more serious consequences than offending the Li family, the overlords of Qingshui City.

"Is that so?" A glint flashed in White Shark's eyes; this was a good opportunity.

"Pass the word down, tell your men to get ready. In ten minutes, follow me to raid the Black Dragon Society's headquarters!"

"Yes, boss." The underling hurriedly retreated, realizing that his chance to make a fortune had arrived.

The White Shark Gang certainly owns some hotels, shopping malls, and other properties, and manages quite a few streets.

But those places only sell ordinary people's goods. Can they be compared with places that buy and sell cultivator resources?

Last time, Fu Jiu casually took out a Qi and Blood Fruit and it fetched a sky-high price of over three hundred spirit stones, which is equivalent to more than three million in cash.

This shows how expensive the resources used by cultivators are; by extension, there must be a lot of profit involved.

They would be willing to give up a hundred ordinary streets in exchange for one street rich in cultivator resources.

The white shark grinned so wide it almost reached its ears.

This is not a metaphor, but a fact.

Back when he was in the underworld, White Shark had been slashed in the face several times, and his forehead was almost smashed open.

Even though he was eventually saved, he was left with several hideous scars on his face, two of which were wounds running from the corner of his mouth to his cheek.

Although the wound has healed, the scars cannot be erased, which makes him look like he has a shark's face, hence the nickname "White Shark".

There's a saying that's been circulating in the underworld: "There are no nicknames that don't match, only names that don't match."

You can get a wrong name, but you can always get a right nickname.

The white shark drew a serrated broadsword from behind its back, its eyes filled with a cruel smile, like a bloodthirsty shark.

Meanwhile, chaos erupted in the Black Dragon Society's territory. The explosion caused most of the Black Dragon Society's buildings to collapse. If the Black Dragon were to return and see this, they would certainly be in deep trouble.

Meanwhile, everyone was waiting for Black Dragon Boss's return. No one thought anything bad would happen to him. This was a pattern they had automatically come to after following Black Dragon for so long. Those who dared to provoke Black Dragon Boss were already over three feet tall on their graves.

Therefore, all they need to do now is try their best to reduce the Black Dragon Boss's anger and make them suffer less punishment.

At this moment, the man with the mustache was directing a dozen or so of his underlings to work around the clock, trying to clean up the corpses and bloodstains before the black dragon returned.

One of the younger henchmen, who looked rather inexperienced, walked dejectedly to the man with the mustache and pointed to the corpse being dragged to his right.

"Uncle Beard, Yellow Hair is gone..." The man's face was grim.

They were all brothers in the same boat. When Huang Mao died, they were also saddened. It wasn't that their friendship was particularly deep, but rather that they felt a sense of shared sorrow, like the fox mourning the death of a rabbit. After all, no one could predict who would be the next to die.

"Ugh……"

The man with the mustache sighed, lit a cigarette, and forced it into the man's mouth.

"What goes around comes around..."

The man took the cigarette out of his mouth and took two deep drags without saying a word; he knew the man with the mustache was right.

Black Dragon was no pushover, and his men were no better; almost every one of them had committed some kind of crime, and quite a few had murder on their hands.

Today they kill someone, tomorrow they will be killed by someone else. Everyone is just trying to survive. No one can say who is right and who is wrong, and no one can stand on moral high ground to judge others.

Just then, someone rushed over.

"Uncle Beard, something bad has happened! White Shark and his gang have stormed in."

"What?!" The man with the mustache was startled.

What are these bastards doing here at this time? Aren't they afraid that Boss Black Dragon will skin them alive when he gets back?

The man with the mustache had an unpredictable look in his eyes. These people had clearly come with ill intentions, and with the Black Dragon Society's current strength, they would be at a great disadvantage against the White Shark Gang.

"Tell the brothers to grab their weapons and prepare for battle; there might be a fierce fight later."

Several Black Dragon Society members nearby had obviously overheard the conversation between the two, and their expressions changed as they began to consider their escape route. After all, not everyone was a die-hard Black Dragon.

One of them spoke up immediately: "Uncle Beard, why don't we run? Our Black Dragon Society has suffered too many losses this time. Brother Fatty Fish and the others are all gone. We can't hold them off with just this few people left!"

The man with the mustache lowered his head and remained silent. If the Black Dragon Society had encountered a disaster in the past, they would never have thought of running away, but this time was different.

The Black Dragon Society suffered enormous losses this time. Not only did three leaders and forty or fifty brothers die, but even their headquarters were bombed. The Black Dragon Society's prestige has plummeted to rock bottom.

Moreover, Black Dragon wasn't there either, so their numbers were no match for the White Shark Gang's large force.

After a few seconds of thought, the man with the mustache's eyes hardened again.

"No! We can't leave! Have you forgotten how terrifying Boss Black Dragon is?!"

"If we dare to escape, Boss Black Dragon will make us wish we were dead when he returns!"

The mustache's words served as a wake-up call for everyone, reminding them of the terror of being dominated by the black dragon.

Besides, even if they escape, where can they escape to? Where can they find food after leaving the Black Dragon Society?

Taking in everyone's reactions, the man with the mustache continued, "Although the situation is somewhat critical this time, as long as we can pull through, when Boss Black Dragon returns, we'll certainly reap the rewards."

The man with the mustache's words clearly had an effect, and many people were somewhat tempted. The benefits were only one aspect; more importantly, they were actually going to leave the Black Dragon Society. They didn't know what to do for a while and couldn't find a good place to go. Thinking about it this way, they might as well stay and wait and see.

Just then, an extremely arrogant voice rang out.

"Haha, you scum of the Black Dragon Society, come out here! I'm here to offer you incense!!"