Cheng Shuili shook her hand, slowly clenched it into a fist, and then threw another straight punch!
The effect of the ten-point increase in Strength was obvious. Following her movement, the iron door let out a deafening boom. This blow not only left an imprint on the iron door but also shook it right off its frame.
Under the stunned gaze of the old wolf, the iron door slowly tipped outward, leaving only the bearings fixed to the door frame spinning feebly.
Among the group, Su Rui was the first to react. She stepped onto the iron door, locked onto her target, and grabbed the old dog. She pressed her dagger against his neck, forcing him to behave whether he liked it or not.
After this greatest threat was neutralized, the remaining two beasts found it even harder to snap out of their shock.
The old wolf gaped, looking from the iron door to Cheng Shuili, this girl who could absolutely be described as "delicate," and then back to Cheng Shuili’s fair, clean palms in disbelief.
I do not know what came over him, but after a long while, the old wolf suddenly knelt down straight.
He tilted his head back and let out an "Awoo," looking extremely agitated.
Just as Cheng Shuili thought she could ignore him, this simple-minded beast started banging his head against the ground on his own, shouting while he did so: "Having a boss to be our king is the blessing of our wolf race!!!"
If the old wolf's loyalty had previously been only to Wolf Fang, then now, the old wolf only wanted to acknowledge Cheng Shuili.
Even a king fears comparison!
What were the previous kings, anyway?
It would have been one thing if they just stayed high and mighty, living comfortably with their own kin, and ignored the lower-class wolves like them.
But those kings? They were practically salivating at the thought of eating their flesh and drinking their blood!
Among the dozen or so wolf kings who had come and gone, this was the first time the old wolf had ever heard of someone like Cheng Shuili.
Never mind her combat prowess—no, wait, her combat prowess absolutely had to be mentioned.
Their wolf race valued martial strength!
The old wolf had heard some of his brothers in the tribe discussing recent controversies, saying that the old wolf king had given Wolf Fang to a human, and the tribe was not very convinced.
In the old wolf's view, the boss did not need to waste her breath on those stinking wolves; a single move from her would be enough to drop the jaws of a whole pack of them!
Wait... how could he let the boss take action personally for such things?
Since the boss was so thoughtful toward him, he, the old wolf, should also contribute his own efforts for the boss!
Cheng Shuili did not know that from the moment she shattered the old dog's dream of revenge with two punches, she had become the true new king of the wolf race!
Returning to the present, Cheng Shuili was full of worry. She kept feeling that her new subordinate's brain might not be working quite right.
Could he have knocked himself stupid?
Seeing the old wolf about to kowtow again, Cheng Shuili hurriedly reached out with both hands to steady him. Regardless of whether the old wolf resisted or not, she hauled him up from the ground with one pull.
She pulled him up so fast that the old wolf did not even stand steady, and it took another push from Cheng Shuili for him to regain his balance.
At this, the old wolf admired his boss even more. He expressed his loyalty impatiently: "Boss! From now on, you are the only boss for us brothers! No matter if you become king or not, you will always be our boss!"
That was a truly ominous thing to say.
Cheng Shuili had only just become boss; she had no plans to pass away anytime soon.
She simply took the old wolf's words as sleep-talking and calmly pacified the beast.
During this time, the old dog tried to interrupt several times, but each time, Su Rui forced him to swallow his words by pressing the dagger against his neck.
The scene of master and servant showing such deep affection made the guide on the side turn green with envy. He wanted to work for Cheng Shuili too!
If he had only seen this human's connections and capabilities before, now he was witnessing her raw power.
In a place like this, humans with such comprehensive quality were rare.
The guide pursed his lips, not knowing how to speak up.
The act of eagerly volunteering to be someone's servant—no matter how you put it, it was embarrassing, right?
While he was still hesitating, Su Rui could not help but urge: "Boss, should we just finish him off?"
The previously quiet old dog startled and began to struggle violently, "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'm useful! I'm much more useful than that stupid dog who only knows how to wag its tail!"
He twisted his body, trying to crawl toward Cheng Shuili's feet. Su Rui simply let go of the dagger and stepped onto his back instead.
The old dog's face slammed hard into the ground, yet he still struggled to lift his head, saliva mixed with the bloody froth from the iron door's impact dripping from his lips:
"The black market... the tunnel map of the black market! I know all the secret passages! I know the locations of all those shady warehouses the rat race keeps!"
He gasped for breath, suddenly revealing a strange smile, as if he were certain Cheng Shuili could not resist this temptation: "And... servants. Don't you need servants? I am the only one who can handle that in this place! Only me! As long as you spare my life, you can pick from all my servants from now on!"
"You can even return them if you want! You can return them!"
Su Rui had not intended to deal a lethal blow yet, but upon hearing this, she turned red with anger. She crouched down and plunged the dagger into the ground right next to the old dog's neck, leaving a bloody trail on his skin. A fraction closer, and it would have slit his windpipe.
If he had known it would come to this, he should have acted differently in the beginning.
The Rat King was a friend; naturally, Cheng Shuili had no interest in those warehouses of the rat race.
She waved her hand, telling Su Rui to be quick about it.
Su Rui sneered. With a flash of cold light from the dagger in her hand, she cleanly sliced across the old dog's throat.
"Pfft—"
Blood gushed out instantly. The old dog's eyes widened. A "gurgling" wheeze sounded from his throat, and his hands instinctively covered his neck, but he could not stop the frantic flow of blood.
He stumbled back two steps, his ferocity gradually replaced by fear. Finally, he turned his head abruptly to look at Cheng Shuili, as if he could not comprehend how anyone could not love wealth. With a thud, he collapsed to the ground, twitching a few times before falling still.
Cheng Shuili glanced at the corpse indifferently and turned to the old wolf: "Clean this up."
The old wolf immediately straightened his back, his wolf tail wagging unconsciously: "Yes! Boss!"
With that, he dragged the old dog's corpse away, moving nimbly toward the depths of the alley.
Su Rui shook the blood off her dagger and frowned: "Boss, those warehouses and secret passages he mentioned before he died..."
Cheng Shuili waved her hand, interrupting her: "It would be impolite to reach for a friend's belongings."
The guide stood on the side, wanting to say something but holding back. In the end, he only swallowed hard and dared not interrupt.
Just as things had quieted down, a mouse-race beastman wearing a bow tie around its neck appeared silently. Su Rui was startled, but Cheng Shuili only raised an eyebrow slightly.
Even if this place was a bit far from the main street of the black market, it was still within the black market's territory. How could there be no little mice?
I am afraid that neither the old wolf nor the old dog were aware of this.
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