They didn't have any business in the open. They were a completely shady force and weren't afraid of connections at all.
Plus, the police were severely understaffed and couldn't take care of them, so they were even more savage when they fought.
The next day, the three members of the club had their hands broken and were thrown to the side of the harbor after being knocked out. The gang left a note on them, giving the club two choices.
The first was to give up the headquarters and compensate them.
The second was to pay ten million in cash.
"And then? How did Russell, Madillan, and Shayin deal with them? "Lin Sheng continued to ask.
"Madillan was scared … went home … Brother Russell and Sister Shayin wanted everyone to work together, but no one listened to them. The core members left just like that. More than half of them quit the club. "
"Quit the club?" Lin Sheng shook his head. This was the reason why he had decided to start from scratch.
The previous club looked good, but it was actually a pile of loose sand with no cohesion.
Now that this matter had put a little pressure on the club, they couldn't take it anymore.
"A bunch of rookies!" Sarroux sneered. "I guess the gang didn't expect it to be so effective just by scaring people."
"President Lin, Mr. Sarroux, what do we do now?!" The girl looked at Lin Sheng and Sarroux helplessly.
"Nothing." Sarroux laughed. "I wanted them to come together, but they didn't listen. Now it's all good."
"Go back and tell Russell that I can help him once. Consider it a favor for them to help me back then. But the hearts of the people are scattered, and the club is definitely done for, "Lin Sheng said calmly.
He was a man who could distinguish between kindness and hatred. Back then, Russell and the others had helped him, and this favor must be returned.
"Thank you, President Lin. I'll go back right away!" The girl was overjoyed. After bowing and thanking him, she turned and ran.
She almost tripped when she reached the door.
Sarroux looked at her back.
"This girl is quite loyal."
"There are people in a mouse's nest who aren't afraid of cats. That's normal. "Lin Sheng smiled. "If they come back later, you'll take some people to deal with them?"
"I don't have time. I'm concentrating on meditating." Sarroux flatly refused.
"Alright, I'll arrange for someone else. Such a good opportunity to practice, yet someone else took advantage of it. Tsk tsk. "
"I'll go, I'll go!!" Sarroux immediately regretted his decision.
"Are you really going?" Lin Sheng smiled at him.
"I really want to go. Boss, aren't you looking for free labor? "Sarroux was speechless.
"The Iron Fist Society isn't a pushover like the clubs. There will be more of these in the future. It's good to get used to it first," Lin Sheng said casually. "Alright, I'll head back first. Do you have any questions?"
Naturally, he was not lacking in manpower. Just the two Blackfeather Swordsmen alone could easily take care of the problem.
As Black Feather Warriors with incorporeal bodies, they were highly mobile, and their actual combat abilities far surpassed that of ordinary people. Naturally, it was not a problem for them to take care of a small gang.
With the speed of reaction of the Blackfeather Swordsmen, they could easily turn into smoke or dodge before anyone fired.
By giving this task to Sarroux, Lin Sheng really intended to train him.
After answering some of Sarroux's questions about training, Lin Sheng left the Iron Fist Society and hailed a cab back home.
Next, it was time for him to enter the dream to continue his training.
He had a rough grasp of the use of the Holy Light, and the Ashen Seal Battle Howl was not very effective. It was probably because the meditation time was too short.
Now, Lin Sheng was using the dream, where time flowed much slower than reality, to meditate and train.
This was equivalent to having a lot more time than others for no reason.
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Snowgale Castle.
Lin Sheng slowly opened his eyes as he regained consciousness.
He straightened up, and the first thing he did was to look at the broken wooden door, where his Wooden Shield and Greatsword were placed as a small alarm mechanism.
The mechanism was still intact, and nothing had changed.
He sat up, got off the bed, and sat in front of the desk. He did not open the Deviltongue book, but closed his eyes again, and entered the Ashen Seal Meditation state.
After a round of meditation, Lin Sheng began to train his Saint Power, and adjusted his state.
The ownerless Saint Power of the Gray Angel that he had absorbed earlier still needed to be tempered bit by bit, and completely turned into his own Saint Power that he could command like an arm.
But after a while, Lin Sheng suddenly froze.
Just now, as the Saint Power continued to grow stronger and bigger.
Some natural lines began to automatically outline in the Saint Power in his lower abdomen, forming a somewhat mysterious, but irregular pattern.
The Saint Power around the pattern was like light, and warmly shone on all of Lin Sheng's internal organs, but slowly, this light seemed to transmit a hint of mysterious information.
As if by instinct, Lin Sheng spontaneously felt that he seemed to have mastered some kind of talent.
He sat on the chair, and carefully read the information that had just risen.
"Detect Evil? This is the fixed divine spell of a Level 3 Temple Warrior? "
"Detect Evil? Then what is considered evil? How do you draw the line? "Lin Sheng was puzzled.
Soon, some of the explanations in the information made him understand the key.
Detect Evil, what it was actually detecting was faith.
"All heathens are guilty!"
This detection was actually very simple, and only looked at the affinity of the Saint Power.
If the subject had other powers in his body, and did not accept the Saint Power, then it was definitely evil.
If the subject's body was not compatible with the Holy Light, or disrespected the Holy Light in his mind, then it was also evil.
This thing was a lie detector of faith.
The essence of Saint Power came from the soul, and Lin Sheng knew this from the basic training of mana.
So if the soul was not willing to accept the Holy Light, then it would cause the body to be incompatible.
Lin Sheng was also a little emotional. This power was extremely overbearing, and the person had to completely accept it from the body to the heart, only then would it pass the detection.
"This divine spell needs to be changed. I'll think of a better way to amend the explanation later. "
Lin Sheng put aside this divine spell and continued to practice Saint Power.
Meditating on the Ashen Seal, practicing Saint Power, and when both were exhausted, he flipped through the books to learn Deviltongue to get a change of mind.
Lin Sheng felt that he had never been this diligent in his previous life, not even when he was taking his college entrance exams.
But the feeling of his strength improving bit by bit, and improving every moment, was really good.
"The training of Saint Power seems to be a process of purifying the soul fragments I absorb and integrating them into myself." Lin Sheng could vaguely feel the changes in his body.
"If it was a normal person, absorbing so many soul fragments would have already caused problems. But I didn't even have any side effects. Now that I think about it, maybe the training of Saint Power solved everything. "
He suddenly remembered the proverb he had read before.
"My heart is life, my heart is holy."
This part of the Eternal Light Proverb was not implying that the so-called Saint Power was very likely to be a high level manifestation of one's will.
Continuously practicing Saint Power was to continuously strengthen one's will and one's own soul.
Thinking of this, Lin Sheng stopped the surging thoughts, and once again returned to the state of practicing Saint Power.
What he needed now was enough time.
As long as he could successfully use the new Ashen Seal ability, he planned to continue exploring the castle.
Only by hunting monsters and increasing the strength of his soul could he become stronger faster.
Otherwise, if he were to really train step by step, it would normally take at least a few years to go from Level 3 to Level 4, and who knew how long it would take after that.
He could not afford to wait that long.
Kill more prey, get more souls, and summon more subordinates! That was what he wanted!
And the stronger the soul, the stronger the Saint Power!
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