Chapter 474: Spiritual Victory
A bar is a microcosm of the entire town.
There are only two kinds of people here, those who inflict violence and those who endure violence.
In most cases, these two identities are fixed and there is no possibility of reversal.
Just like the skinny boy who was unwilling to give up that Su Xia saw now.
With the ability of that young man, if he didn't have the opportunity, he would never be able to turn things around in his life. He would just become more and more numb like the other slaves, until one day death came to him.
This is probably the life of most people. They can only move forward along a path that cannot be changed and go through their lives in all kinds of unwillingness and frustration.
Su Xia looked away and stopped paying attention to the young man. She controlled the nanorobot to move forward and found a position near the center of the bar.
He entered the bar, naturally, to get information.
Although this kind of place is chaotic, there are many treasures that can be discovered buried beneath the chaos.
Look at those drunk people. Their rationality and vigilance are far less than normal. If they are provoked, they may reveal the secrets hidden deep in their hearts.
In fact, there may be no need to provoke them. Once they have had enough to drink, they will say it themselves.
Some people also sat in the corner and talked quietly, exchanging the news they knew with each other.
"It's more chaotic here than the Midnight Tavern, and it's much more difficult to get information." Su Xia looked calm, listening quietly to the information sent back by the nanorobots.
Compared to most branches of the Zero Point Tavern, the bar in Mercenary Town is indeed messier, noisier, and more disorderly.
Fortunately, Su Xia had enough time and patience to find the information he wanted in the chaos.
"Boss Wang Teng is so powerful. He is the only one who can scare the masked weirdo away from causing trouble." A mercenary with a flushed face shouted.
"Yes, let's cheers to Boss Wang Teng!" someone immediately echoed.
Many mercenaries in the tavern were saying similar things.
Praising Wang Teng seemed to be praising the Lord in their hearts.
As for how many of them are sincere, it is unknown.
Maybe some people really admire Wang Teng, but there are definitely some who yell deliberately. After all, this is Wang Teng’s territory, and it is very likely that Wang Teng has eyes in the bar.
"Alas, if it weren't for that damn masked man, why would we have to live in fear every day?"
"Yes, it's all because of that damn masked weirdo!"
Maybe the praise for Wang Teng is false, but the hatred for Su Xia is real!
The wine glasses clinked and tinkled, and the turbid wine spilled all over the floor.
The voices cursing at
Someone even took out a metal mask on the spot, poured highly concentrated alcohol on it, and set it on fire amid the cheers and shouts of the crowd.
With a bang, the alcohol exploded and the entire metal mask was engulfed in flames.
"good!"
“Well cooked!”
"We burned the masked man to death!"
The drunken mercenaries next to them were dancing, celebrating loudly, waving wine bottles, and their flushed faces were full of happy smiles.
It seemed that what was on fire was not a mask, but the masked man himself.
The scorching fire rolled, instantly bringing the atmosphere to a climax.
"Is this a spiritual victory?" Su Xia pursed her lips. She had wanted to analyze the news in the bar, but she didn't expect these mercenaries to do this.
To be honest, he had never met any of the mercenaries here before, so it could be said that he had no grudges against them.
But the destruction of that mercenary town made the other mercenaries have a natural hatred towards him.
Of course, not all mercenaries dare to be so reckless.
After the fire started, some mercenaries looked uneasy and anxious, with a lot of rumors about the masked man emerging in their minds.
"The masked man is a devil! He will sense you if you What if he finds out about this?"
"That's right, he crawled out of hell, and his body is made of the fire of purgatory. Will it really work if you burn him with fire?" Someone immediately agreed, and that person's expression was also uneasy.
After they said this, the cheers around them suddenly became much quieter.
Many mercenaries looked at each other, and those strange rumors emerged in their minds at the same time.
Many of them firmly believe in the existence of gods and ghosts.
Just as Mu Yang analyzed, these mercenaries did have hatred towards the masked man, but more of it was fear.
How can people not be frightened by a super killer who can't even kill himself?
"Can he really sense it?" A mercenary looked at everyone's expressions and asked cautiously.
"It shouldn't be..."
The mercenary next to him replied, but his confidence was clearly lacking, and it was obvious that he himself did not believe it.
It is said that once you are sensed by the masked man and he has the intention to kill you, then... no matter where you hide or how many methods you have prepared, it will be useless.
He will come to you promptly at midnight with a cruel scythe in his hand, and knock on your door with the chill of death.
When they thought of that scene, many mercenaries in the bar felt a chill down their spines.
What's the difference between being targeted by a masked monster and being haunted by an evil ghost?
"What are you afraid of?!"
Some people were not convinced and said boldly: "This is Boss Wang Teng's place, does the masked man dare to come here?"
His voice was sharp, like a sharp knife, instantly piercing the dull atmosphere of the bar.
After he finished speaking, someone immediately agreed: "That's right! We have Boss Wang Teng!"
"With the boss here, what are we afraid of?"
"King of Mercenaries!"
In the crowd, a mercenary shouted out the words "King of Mercenaries".
This was obviously deliberate, as if it had been arranged.
But soon someone else started shouting, and more and more people started shouting.
Soon, the voices shouting "King of Mercenaries" became one and the other, forming a special wave in the bar. Every mercenary who shouted out felt an unprecedented confidence.
It seems that, in this place, they can be fearless.
This is also a belief.
However, this belief all rests on Wang Teng alone.
Even those mercenaries who had not praised Wang Teng sincerely before, gradually developed a strange admiration and respect in their hearts, and there was more sincerity in the slogans they shouted.
"This method is acceptable and quite standard." Su Xia could naturally see that the whole topic was deliberately brought up by someone in order to plant a seed in the hearts of many mercenaries.
In this topic, the people who play a key role should all be Wang Teng's subordinates.
For example, the man who used alcohol to ignite the metal mask.
This seed is crucial. Even if it doesn't sprout now, it will sprout one day in the future and make the people present gradually become Wang Teng's loyal subordinates.
This wave of shouting lasted for several minutes before it ended.
But the topic of the masked man has not ended.
Some people talked about the South Wind Organization.
"I heard that the people in the South Wind Organization were originally slaves, but they were released by the Masked Stranger?"
"That's right! They are just lowly slaves!"
"Humph! They actually dared to resist us. I wonder how brave they are!"
People may be afraid of the masked man, but they are not afraid of the people from the Nanfeng Organization. Many people even look down on the Nanfeng Organization with a condescending attitude.
After all, they all knew that the members of the Nanfeng organization were originally slaves who should have crawled at their feet.
However, those slaves have now become more powerful than them.
This change of identity was difficult for some mercenaries to accept at first.
A one-eyed man yelled, "Those damn things, they intercepted a batch of my goods half a month ago, and I have been wanting to settle accounts with them for a long time! But they have been hiding and dare not fight me head-on!"
"They also intercepted my goods! And killed more than a dozen of my brothers!" another person yelled.
"They also raided one of my secret warehouses. Damn it!"
"This time I called a few brother organizations to respond to the call of Boss Wang Teng and get rid of those damn things in one fell swoop!"
"But... it's strange. There is a brother organization that set out earlier than me and should have arrived by now, but they haven't come yet. I don't know if they encountered any accidents..."
The person who said this was a middle-aged man with dark skin.
He felt a little strange. After all, the organization took action half a day earlier than him, so they should have arrived long ago.
He felt vaguely uneasy, feeling that something might have happened to that organization.
But the other mercenaries in the bar had never experienced a similar situation, and his words were quickly drowned out by the others, and few people paid attention to him.
The bar was chaotic and noisy, many people were drunk, and the tone of the conversation changed quickly.
After a while, under the influence of alcohol, someone suddenly mentioned a very strange piece of news: "I heard someone say... some bosses of mercenary organizations want to retire and take the money to live a rich life in a big city?"
"Who said that?"
"Bullshit! Impossible!"
In the crowd, two leaders of small mercenary organizations immediately spoke out in rebuttal.
Their faces didn't look good. They tightly clenched the wine bottles in their hands, veins bulged on their arms, and they stared at the mercenary who had just spoken.
"I just heard about it. Don't be so angry, bosses." The mercenary said with a wry smile.
"This brother is right. I have also heard this rumor. Could it be true?" Suddenly someone spoke up to support the mercenary.
"Well, it's really strange. I've heard about it too."
"And me!"
"It seems that many brothers know about it... Is this true?"
"If it's true, which organization's boss wants to retire? It's said that there is more than one organization..."
As they were talking, many mercenaries looked at the leaders of several mercenary organizations in the crowd intentionally or unintentionally.
The structure of the mercenary organization is quite special.
When fighting and robbing together, every member of the organization stands together with the leader of the organization.
But once it comes time to distribute things, things become delicate.
As the leader of the organization, should the boss get a bigger share?
How much is appropriate?
Just such a simple problem is enough to cause rifts within some mercenary organizations.
Now that the rumor has spread, these cracks have begun to grow larger with the passage of time, planting a seed of suspicion in the hearts of every member of the mercenary organization.
What’s even scarier is…
Some rumors directly point to the mercenary king, Wang Teng!
It is said that the reason why he contacted the Southwest Mercenary Union was to gain a positive image and wash away the identity of a wandering mercenary.
Although people don't dare to talk about this kind of thing in public, there will be a lot of communication in private.
Moreover, many mercenaries knew that they were indeed connected to the Southwest Mercenary Union, a legitimate organization.
"Don't think too much, these are just rumors!" someone shouted in the crowd.
"Yes! It's just a rumor!"
"Maybe it was a rumor spread by that damn Nanfeng organization!"
"With Boss Wang Teng here, what are you afraid of?"
"If any injustice happens, Boss Wang Teng will provide you with assistance and will definitely not let you suffer any loss!"
“…”
Those who shouted these words were basically loyal to Wang Teng.
They had also heard those rumors and had even wavered. After all, mercenaries were linked together by interests, just like the undead. They were also afraid of being sold to the Southwest Mercenary Union as bargaining chips by Wang Teng.
But their identities and positions no longer allow them to have too many doubts, and they can only continue along this path.
Even if this path is really wrong, they will drag more people along with them.
As long as there are enough people who are wrong, there is nothing wrong!
More is right!
The minority will only be excluded and become the wrong party!
"If these rumors were really spread by the Nanfeng organization, then they should have a very good think tank within their organization." Su Xia nodded secretly. He certainly hoped that it was done by the Nanfeng organization.
The better the Nanfeng organization performs, the more it proves that his original choice was correct.
Afterwards, he went to another bar to get other messy information.
At the same time, another nine groups of nanorobots were searching the town, obtaining information, drawing topographic maps, searching for possible places of detention, etc.
“There are so many good things in this town.”
During the investigation, Su Xia discovered at least ten super-large warehouses, each of which was filled with various supplies.
Weapons, food, medical supplies, etc., everything is available and dazzling.
In addition, there are many small and medium-sized warehouses that store a large amount of supplies.
These supplies basically belong to various mercenary organizations.
Perhaps they felt that Town No. 7 was safe enough, so they moved all the supplies that had been buried in various areas here.
If the Nanfeng organization could take over all of these supplies, it wouldn't have to worry about supplies for a long period of time, and could even continue to recruit people and grow.
Half an hour passed in a flash, the sky gradually darkened, and the street lights on the town’s roads lit up one after another.
The time came to six o'clock in the evening.
Just after six o'clock, the second group of nanorobots suddenly sent back a very important message to Su Xia.
[An underground prison was discovered, which may be the place where members of the Nanfeng organization are imprisoned]
