Chapter 115: Freedom? I’ll Give You Freedom
After making the decision, Jiang Shan picked up a thick file from the table.
This file recorded information on all Ghost Wielders in Dachun City.
There were a total of 17 Ghost Wielders in Dachun City, scattered around, but there was a Ghost Wielder organization called “Freedom Fighters” in North of the City.
The number of members was not small, a full eight people.
It must be known that the Little Qiang Club, which had Headquarters’ endorsement back then, had only twelve Ghost Wielders.
The backing of the Little Qiang Club was Wang Xiao Ming, whom Headquarters regarded as a national treasure.
Yet under the watch of two Persons in Charge in Dachun City, a civilian organization had reached such a scale.
If it was said that they had no issues, Jiang Shan did not believe it.
“If the purpose of this ‘Freedom Fighters’ organization is to huddle together for warmth, then I will leave them alone for now; but if their purpose is to stir up trouble, then they can perfectly serve as some pathfinding vanguards that I need.”
Jiang Shan was already prepared to handle this Supernatural Event codenamed “Ghost Town in the Rain”, but before that, he needed even more to purge certain scheming Ghost Wielder groups in Dachun City.
After all, the current three provinces,
belonged to the Jiang family.
How could he tolerate others snoring beside his bed?
After waiting for a moment,
Looking at the location of Zhang Dongxing’s phone call on the mobile phone and the satellite photos, Jiang Shan set down the file in his hand, his gaze sharpening. It seemed his guess was not wrong.
In the satellite photos,
Countless high-rise buildings and residences in the South City area were shrouded in a hazy heavy rain.
Perhaps due to the steaming water vapor, or perhaps because of supernatural interference, the city in the photos could not be seen clearly no matter the angle.
In contrast,
Amid this downpour, an old, eerie village town could vaguely be seen.
“Ghost Town in the Rain”
Jiang Shan grew increasingly grave as he looked at the report in the records. He immediately dialed the satellite phone and explained the situation to Jiang Qingwu on the other end.
Thus,
Temporarily defined as an A-level Supernatural Event, codenamed “Ghost Town in the Rain”, it was entered into Headquarters’ system.
“Minister Jiang, Headquarters’ Vice Minister Cao says they can send Xiong Wenwen, Cao Yang, and others to assist you at any time. If the situation is truly too severe, Headquarters will have a nominated Captain participate in this action.”
Jiang Qingwu’s voice came from the satellite phone.
“Cao Yanhua is that disappointed with Headquarters? It seems he is determined to join me here, even calling over his nephew Cao Yang.” Jiang Shan thought to himself.
But he did not need Headquarters’ aid.
After all, having just taken over here, if he encountered an A-level Supernatural Event and had to request reinforcements from Headquarters, it would be too embarrassing.
Moreover,
Jiang Shan also wanted to know how much self-preservation ability he now had against ghosts,
Even though he knew the various performances of Yang Jian after controlling four ghosts in the original work:
Fifth Layer Ghost Domain to send away weaker ghosts;
Relying on his own supernatural power to easily handle Supernatural Events with low Terror Level.
A Ghost Wielder who had controlled four ghosts, in this world of Supernatural Revival, already had a certain degree of self-preservation ability against ghosts.
But after all, Jiang Shan had not personally experienced it himself. When truly facing a ghost, it was not these experiences that could be relied upon.
Rather, it was adaptability and on-the-spot decision-making.
Such abilities could only grow through countless walks on the line between life and death.
So he replied to Jiang Qingwu:
“I don’t need Headquarters to send people to assist for now. I just need you to prepare detailed information on Dachun City and keep the phone line open.”
“This is what I should do. I will wait for your inquiries at any time. I wish you smooth action ahead.” Jiang Qingwu immediately said.
“Good.”
After putting the satellite phone in his pocket, Jiang Shan’s figure vanished from the Study Room.
Before going to handle this weird Ghost Rain and Ghost Town, he needed to make adequate preparations.
Take the Ghost Candle and weapons.
Purge the threats within Dachun City.
According to the information in the file, during the days when the two Persons in Charge went missing, this civilian organization “Freedom Fighters” had been a bit too “active”.
They even had connections with certain forces abroad.
Jiang Shan did not want to be backstabbed after solving the Supernatural Event.
So purging the threats was very necessary.
After all,
He, who had just taken office, not only had no Ghost Wielder team of his own, but the management of the three provinces was not under his control.
External Fierce Ghosts harassing,
Internal not a solid bloc.
Although much of Jiang Shan’s intelligence had already spread in the Supernatural Circle, this did not mean that the Ghost Wielders in the three provinces would all fear him.
Until the knife was held to their necks,
This group would not behave.
The waters of the Supernatural Circle were very murky; danger was not only from Supernatural Events. When Ghost Wielders gained enough influence, they would naturally attract some trouble and danger.
This was unavoidable.
Because Ghost Wielders had risen too quickly, so quickly that many people had not reacted before realizing that this world had changed.
Then various conflicts would arise.
Just a few seconds later,
Following the address provided by Jiang Qingwu, Jiang Shan appeared near a bar.
This bar named “Land of Freedom” was located in a bustling area of Dachun City. Its massive scale and luxurious decoration indirectly showed that the boss behind this bar had formidable “strength”.
Normally, this bar was bustling with crowds surging.
But because it was daytime, business was much quieter.
At this moment.
On the second floor of the bar, in a large Private Room.
“Ghost Face Jiang Shan arrived in Dachun City just yesterday. Keep your actions clean recently, don’t bring trouble from people you shouldn’t mess with.”
On a wide leather sofa sat a man, tall and sturdy, with his muscular upper body bare, smoking a cigar, with two glamorous beauties in their early twenties, wearing hip-hugging short skirts, in his arms.
The bar’s dim lights shone on another leather sofa, the air filled with the lingering decadent scent after lovemaking.
Amid that pile of intertwined white flesh, a sharp-faced, monkey-like man got off the sofa. He pulled up his pants, lit a cigarette, and said disdainfully:
“Brother Wang, who is Jiang Shan? What is he? Our ‘Freedom Fighters’ has eight people in total. Even if the king of heaven comes, I’d dare to kill him with the brothers.”
“You’re too cautious, Brother Wang. I saw the news about him online, handling an S-level event alone? Ghosts wouldn’t believe it! He’s at most someone who picked up scraps. Headquarters sent so many people; if they’d sent me, I could do it too.” A bald man making love on the sofa chimed in immediately.
No sooner had he spoken than the bald man seemed to notice something wrong. He looked at the woman in front of him who had lost her breath and said viciously:
“Fuck, not even as good as an inflatable doll. Dies at a touch, dies at a touch. Brother Wang, when can you find us brothers a pretty female Ghost Wielder to taste?”
Hearing the words from that group of “brothers” on the sofa, the man called Brother Wang’s expression softened a bit, but he still felt some unease in his heart:
“Baldy Liu Daguan, you still dare mention this? If you hadn’t lusted after He Qiong’s body and lured her over last time, would the brothers have taken such a big risk to force her into the Ghost Town?”
“I still say the same: until we figure out Jiang Shan’s strength, all of you stay put! Recently, whoever has a Fierce Ghost about to resurrect, go stay in the Ghost Town for a while and check if that woman is dead.”
“Got it, got it, Brother Wang. Let me have a go with that little sister by your side, I promise I won’t kill her.” The bald man got off the sofa naked, his voice lewd.
“Get lost, so horny you’re after mine now. I think you really want to die.”
“Hahahahahaha.”
Just as the Ghost Wielders in the Private Room were carrying out their weekly “act of freedom”, an unfamiliar voice suddenly rang out at the Room Door:
“What about me? I guarantee to make you feel good to death.”
Because I’ve been busy with some civil service matters recently, the update is a bit late. I’ll try to stock up more drafts to ensure no breaks. Thank you brothers for your understanding, very sorry!
Although taking the civil service exam, this book won’t be eunuchated, after all, the support from brothers is more than enough.
Not just because of money, but because of brothers’ support, I will keep writing, to give you all, to give me, a satisfactory ending.
