Chapter 220: Green Skins Driven By The Black Master
Verbally settled the first round of cooperation, Boss Sun, Yuan Zhu’s former broker, beckoned, summoning an associate who was leaning against the door outside in a daze slacking off, to come watch the shop.
Immediately, he led Yuan Zhu out, heading toward an old square coffin-like car parked on the roadside not far away.
This angular, rectangular-bodied rigid car model was popular in his vague ‘false memory’ more than a decade ago.
Seeing Boss Sun about to pull out the keys, Yuan Zhu spoke first: “Where are you taking me?”
Boss Sun looked at him puzzled: “Of course to inspect the goods! Those reserve fighters are all kept in my second brother’s suburban manor. It’s about a 50-minute drive, so of course we’re driving.”
Yuan Zhu thought for a moment, if they took the old car there, how would he get back? And how to transport the ‘goods’ back, so he said: “How about we take my car?”
“Oh?” Boss Sun, who knew Yuan Zhu inside out, looked him up and down in surprise, “Little Brother Yuan, you’ve really changed. Not only did you join the Holy Church, now you even have a car? I’m even more confident about the cooperation you mentioned.”
Yuan Zhu humbly said: “Just a rented truck, nothing to mention. But the ‘cooperation’ I mentioned, I’m very confident about.”
“Is that so, then I’ll wait for your good news. Lead the way.”
The two didn’t take much time to reach the Fire Fang parking lot, smoothly started the rented truck, and under the other’s guidance got on the road, heading toward the north suburbs direction.
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After about 1 hour of driving with several turns, Yuan Zhu finally found at the end of a fork in the sparse suburban outskirts road a ‘industrial park’ with high stacked walls, more like a prison than a manor?
At this time, Boss Sun sitting in the passenger seat, swaying leisurely with the vehicle’s bumps, began introducing: “This is the industry our three brothers have worked hard for years to build up. My big brother does trade, often traveling between several towns around Running City, he also has connections in Taixi, and once bought the first batch of goods from the black market in Taixi port district.”
“My second brother manages this manor, as well as the orchards in the range of several small hills behind the manor. Normally, he also trains the reserve fighters and selects the best batch to sell to martial arts halls, medical institutions, underground boxing brokers… and other clients in need.”
“As for me, I’m the worst off, mainly responsible for maintaining contact with some partners in Running City, developing more connections, and organizing some amateur-level underground boxing matches to pass the time, while selling some goods on the side…”
During Boss Sun’s introduction, Yuan Zhu had already driven the truck to the airtight big iron gate of the manor, honking to attract the attention of the ‘gatehouse security’.
Then, from behind the tall walls, in a brick watchtower-like building, the gate guard made eye contact with ‘Third Master’ in the passenger seat, gestured a few times, then hurriedly blew his whistle, ordering other employees to come open the gate.
As the heavy big iron gate was pulled open with a piercing ‘creak’, an old black man with thinning gray-white hair, full beard, wearing traditional Chinese short martial attire, holding a coiled circular long whip in hand, stood at the big door and welcomed: “Welcome home, Third Master!”
Seeing the Chinese style old black man standing there with chest puffed, an air of pride mixed with flattery, cupping fists in greeting, Yuan Zhu felt a strange sense of incongruity inside.
High-walled manor, prison-style management, orchards, old black man, whip coiled in circles, training fighters… putting it together, amid the incongruity was a strong sense of déjà vu, as if about to witness a familiar piece of history.
However, in the New Continent, the status of black people although lower than Xi State descendants and the White Barbarians who migrated and settled from the east, facing contempt and suppression, had not evolved to the level of Earth hometown America’s racial discrimination.
The main reason… Du Ling Star has more than just humans as intelligent species, so racial conflicts > internal ethnic conflicts.
“Master, this way, the car can park at the door.”
“Mm!”
Boss Sun nodded arrogantly, after getting out of the car didn’t pay much attention to the other, instead turned to the somewhat dazed Yuan Zhu and introduced: “This is the old butler left from my father’s generation, skilled in a set of taming whip techniques, responsible for the raising and training of ‘reserve fighters’ in the park. Let’s go, take you to see the goods.”
The old black man came forward obsequiously asking: “Who is this young master?”
Boss Sun: “A young talent I met in the city, with some interest in underground fighting. Came with me here to pick a few top-grade goods for cultivation, then go compete.”
The old black man nodded quickly: “Understood, this way please, young master!”
Yuan Zhu followed behind them, looking around curiously. Because the far suburbs are remote, plus the Misty Mountains not far away with wild beasts and various supernatural mists rampant, thus sparsely populated, land prices not high.
So the scale of the manor is larger than seen when driving closer. Additionally, the manor is planted with a large number of trees for visual shielding, while also effectively absorbing sound and isolating noise.
Then, he thought of the land he acquired in the east suburbs, also a large area, very cheap price. Probably a similar situation, lifting eyes to misty towering mountains, clear air, lush vegetation, remote and sparsely populated, a prime auspicious land for murder and robbery.
It’s not that Running City doesn’t want to develop the far suburbs land, but when the city scale expands to a certain range, no matter how it continues to expand, sets up measures (magic array) for ‘anti-erosion’ resistance.
It will be eroded, polluted, destroyed by the ‘mist’ continuously drifting from the Misty Mountains… no matter how many resources invested, useless, like a bottomless pit.
Over time, Running City was developed to the theoretical limit long ago. Thus for decades, always maintaining the current scale, stagnant with death qi, no more power to continue expansion.
In the past, also tried developing underground. But soon hit a wall again… city scale locked, similarly one of the reasons for decline.
However, Yuan Zhu who had contact with more truths, gradually realized that Running City’s development seems not trapped in a bottleneck? Those truly invisible parts have all been successively transferred into the Spirit Layer.
For example, the several super prisons built one after another, those ‘pharmaceutical companies’ with no sense of existence, theoretically numerous supernatural beings, the Rain Courtyard famous on the West Coast… not highly present in daily life.
So Yuan Zhu guessed, the world’s exciting side is all hidden in the Spirit Layer.
The present world part is specially opened for ordinary people, low pollution, low danger, high stability newbie protection zone. Or… safe and hygienic ‘farming’ field?
Random thoughts in his mind, Yuan Zhu under Boss Sun’s lead, walked a long bluestone path, trees on both sides suddenly disappeared, revealing a lawn and a row of densely packed row villas.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
In front of the white villas, a tall sturdy middle-aged black man in training clothes, holding a nearly 3-meter-long horsewhip, stared sharply at a group of young black men with varying skin tones in front of him.
Under his lead, the young black men sweating profusely, quickly swung the small whips in their hands, continuously cracking in the open field, afterimages flashing nonstop, air issuing chain explosions like firecrackers.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Suddenly, a panting young black man who couldn’t keep up the rhythm, whip speed clearly slowed, the middle-aged black man immediately flew into rage and whipped out. An afterimage shot toward the young black man’s hand back, precisely lashing a bloody mark on the back of the arm, amplifying the sharp pain without causing hidden injury.
“You! Whip speed slow, extra penalty 200 more times!”
The young black man in pain to tears, gritted teeth enduring the penalty, continued laboriously speeding up the whip swings: “Yes!”
At this time, the big black man saw the approaching old black man, immediately called: “Father! Third Master!”
Boss Sun introduced: “This is the son of old butler Striker, head of the manor security team, Mr. Stark. Once studied at a martial arts hall, masters the Extreme Power from Rain Courtyard, as well as multiple secret martial arts.”
Yuan Zhu nodded in understanding, Extreme Power, Extreme Warrior, Path of Strength, Body Refinement, Frog God Warrior… all the same thing, representing the Frog God’s supernatural system, based on muscle fiber synthesis.
Able to gain supernatural ‘power, physique, pollution resistance’, while also possessing heaven-defying ‘pollution synthesis’ constitution. The Path of Strength itself is a kind of pollution, while supernatural muscle can gain new ‘secondary pollution overlay’ potential.
This is not part-time, more like secondary enchantment. For example pure Extreme Warriors can accept secondary processing of Holy Light Pollution, Shadow Pollution…, to enchant the muscles.
However, enchantment intensity is limited, cannot reach the level of other supernatural systems. Otherwise risk of ‘job-hopping’, becoming puppet of other systems.
Therefore, Extreme Warrior is a signature product strongly promoted by Rain Courtyard externally, easily remodeled into ‘path soldiers’ of other pollution systems.
The reason for this situation is that the Path of Strength’s pollution root: Frog God pays no attention to its own ‘supernatural system’. As if dead or dormant offline, never responds, causing supernatural beings within the system to be poached by others.
But for those pursuing orthodox Extreme Body Refinement muscular cultivators, all who actively accept external pollution, pursuing short-term power with ‘enchantment evil path’, are uniformly heretics and evil cultivators with insufficiently firm will. Their own active corruption has long lost Frog God’s protection, unable to touch ‘the true great dao’, naturally getting no response.
Yuan Zhu sized up from afar the dark big black man with distinct muscle lines, comparing to his own teammate Huo Tuoluo. Found his teammate even bulkier, heavy malevolent qi, like a silent terrifying murderer.
This one in front, blood surging, with an air of ‘authority’ accumulated from long-term abuse of kids. As if a violent principal who likes corporal punishment and abusing children.
Yuan Zhu perceived, the other’s body concealed faint ‘power of pollution’, alignment neutral. Polluted aura consistent with Body Tempering Fluid, no ‘secondary pollution overlay’, should be traditional body refinement school. Or no money no channels to buy stable mild secondary enchantment (pollution) materials.
After the two sides met, Yuan Zhu looked at the group of ugly young black men with protruding mouths and thick lips sweating profusely, asked: “These are also reserve fighters?”
“No!” Old Striker spoke, “They are my junior clansmen, also the backbone strength of the manor, management layer taming that group of beasts. Stark, you continue teaching these children, I’ll take the young master to the backyard for a tour.”
“Got it, everyone don’t stop, no slacking, continue whip swings, last 50 times!”
Crack! Crack crack!
Soon, the three bypassed the main building complex in the manor, finally arriving before a building even more like a prison, concentration camp, farming field. Walls edges inserted with dense sharp glass fragments, higher up strung with loops of barbed wire, preventing wall-climbing escapes…
The gate was soon opened, foul smells, roars, screams and wails coming from inside…
Yuan Zhu just stepped in and saw several strong fierce-eyed big black men, swinging leather whips in hands, violently whipping bigger bodied, sturdier bulkier, uglier-looking green-skinned, gray-skinned, shit-colored skinned orcs, as well as black-skinned half-blood orcs.
In the vast industrial park, densely built rows of neat, narrow concrete cells, doors transparent iron bars. Each concrete cell built with a concrete bed for living, inside also a communal toilet drainage trough for excretion…
In the numerous concrete cells, locked one by one angry or numb or panicked… orcs, and half-blood orcs.
At this time, several black men holding high-pressure hoses, spraying washing service on the orcs in the cells, eliciting continuous roars… and this was precisely the Anti-Law clients, fighting seeds that Yuan Zhu wanted to buy, long integrated into Du Ling Star, assimilated by the polluted environment: former alien magic race orcs.
‘Innate slave saint bodies’ even bigger, more brutal, with greater physical advantages than teammate Huo Tuoluo!
The expected scene indeed appeared, big black men inverting the heavenly gang, holding whips beating green, gray, earthy yellow, shit-colored orcs, driving them to work hard, picking fruit in the manor orchards, land reclamation.
On the other side, diligent black big moms, loading expired leftovers, nearly rotten fruits in small carts, coming to each prison cell, serving meals, feeding… scientific farming.
Boss Sun proudly said: “How about it, all very healthy and strong, right? Our old servant is expert in slave taming and breeding. These orcs, and half-blood mutts, every day regularly arranged to go up the mountains to pick, exercising bodies through labor; and fed full every meal, ensuring nutrient supply, all healthy. Also on weekends, basic ‘fighting training’, all good seedlings!”
Yuan Zhu didn’t rush to reply, but recalled in his mind, on this timeline now, orcs have long gained intelligent species recognition, and abolished ‘orc slavery’.
So Sun manor behavior obviously illegal. Not only engaging in backward slavery, but treating orcs as livestock to farm, yet no jailbreaks, rebellions, explosions?
