As a third-level peak [Blood-Blooded Berserker], Sigur is even stronger than Iron Fist Ugo, and his combat effectiveness is second only to Marcelo among the Pugeni Plains gangs.
The reason why the Ax Gang is not large is because Sigg is not a local. He comes from the North Sea Islands and has only been on the plains for three years, so his qualifications are too little.
"Impossible. The Ax Gang is so poor that they treat a stick as a treasure. Where will Sigur get the resources to advance to the fourth level?"
Roy, the boss of the Fried Chicken Gang, crossed his arms and taunted with disdain, saying that he and Sigur had a bit of a feud and received his sandbag-sized punch.
"Who knows, maybe someone made a fortune?
Or his cousin supported him with a set of resources."
The leader of the Nitian Gang, Issam, was sitting on a gray wooden box and said with a smile.
He is also a berserker, but he is only in the third level. He is outgoing and has a close friendship with Sigurd.
Roy sneered and smiled contemptuously at Isam: "Pull him down, he is going to make a fortune, why don't he call you?
Are you crazy about doing a striptease?”
With a bang, the bald Isam punched the wooden box under his buttocks, his face turned red: "Skinny monkey, do you believe I will hang you up and whip you!"
Issam doesn't know how to manage territory, and the Nitian Gang can only fool people with their names. They often get drunk one day and get drunk the next.
Normally that would be fine, but since the ghoul rebellion broke out and Marcelo plundered the population, few caravans dared to do business, and they had lost most of their source of income.
The more than 40 people under him also need to eat, so instead of taking the lead, he goes to a striptease to earn some money for drinks.
Roy snorted coldly and did not continue to provoke. Instead, he turned to look at a fat man with slender eyebrows and a mustache: "Black Fox, you are smart and insidious. Let's analyze what happened today."
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The fat man nicknamed Black Fox had a smile on his face and held a piece of paper on his fingers: "I wonder if you have noticed the contents of this blue paper."
Rennes wrote a total of four leaflets for Garcia to print. This was the last one. It read:
As we all know, Marcello is not a person who likes to suffer losses. He is willing to be a traitor and cooperate with the devil just to make huge profits.
Top secret information, someone once witnessed the Skeleton Gang moving several heavy boxes into his residence, which contained...
The content ends abruptly here, everything is based on imagination.
Issam was thinking a lot and breathing a little quickly: "I have never been able to figure out what kind of benefits the demon gave me, so that Marcello would not hesitate to betray humans.
What kind of rare treasure could be inside?"
"Maybe it was just made up by Sig?" Roy frowned.
In his heart, he actually believed that Marcello had benefited tremendously, otherwise why would a hero like Guishou work for the ghoul?
"Then why does Shige fight with Marcelo? Maybe it's because of those treasures!"
"Maybe Sigurd has colluded with Zorro."
"The Skeleton Gang has indeed lost a lot of manpower, and Ugo is also missing. Now is really a good time to take action!"
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A group of gangsters started talking, and many people looked greedy in their eyes.
Lane's four leaflets were very targeted. The first one stated that the strength of the Skeleton Gang had been greatly reduced, and the second one pushed Sigg to the forefront.
The third one insults Marcello himself and removes some of the long-standing fear of him.
The last one revealed that Guishou had received huge benefits.
Of course, these are not the most important things.
The fat man nicknamed Black Fox chuckled: "No matter how much of it is true or how much is false, we can just go and watch and see the situation before making a decision.
If Sigg can really bring down Marcelo, we can take a share of the pie."
Isam slapped his thigh and said loudly: "Damn fat man, you are indeed the wisest!
You're right, let's go join in the fun and see what the Ax Gang does before we make a decision!"
For Renn, as long as people come to join in the fun, it is considered a success.
Those four flyers are not a trump card. I don’t expect many people to believe them. They are just a gimmick at most.
In the evening, the sun sets in the west and half of the sky is dyed red.
In the central square of the town, there was a sea of people, including workers, grooms, gangsters, vegetable farmers, women, children... Many people stood around the square, staring at the temporary wooden platform in the center.
There were many people coming to see the fun, but few dared to get close to the high platform. Everyone was watching from a distance.
Many people were chattering and chattering. The place was very noisy and the noise was continuous.
Even the strange hero Zorro failed. In fact, deep down in their hearts, everyone did not believe that Sigurd could succeed.
At six o'clock in the afternoon, the time came. The male lead, Seager, was now wearing a black suit and tie. His hair was combed straight, and he must have spent a lot of hairspray.
With clattering footsteps, he stepped onto the high platform step by step. When he reached the center of the high platform, he was stared at by thousands of pairs of eyes below, and his palms became sweaty.
Sigur has never been watched by so many people together, and standing on a high platform, it can be said that everyone is watching.
His heart was beating loudly, success or failure depended on this!
Won the sea view villa, three wives and four concubines, lost the exile, moving bricks on the construction site.
"Everyone, be quiet!"
The thunderous sound spread throughout the entire venue, causing many people's eardrums to hurt, and the venue suddenly became quiet.
This is not only a loud voice, it is also one of the berserker's professional skills, some kind of roaring ability.
For example, the berserker "Bloodaxe" Jonathan once used his roar to break the phantom clone of Kuro, the Marquis of Tremere.
Sigg cleared his throat, looked at the crowd a little further away from the audience, and recalled the lines: "People of Farolland, my compatriots, I know that many of you will think that I am sensationalizing!
But I want to tell you, today you are indifferent to the misfortunes of others, and when disaster strikes tomorrow, no one will come to save you!
Because you will only hope that others will stand up like a fool, while you will hide in the safety behind and watch the show!
When the butcher's knife is swung at you, no one will speak up for you, because those truly brave warriors who you regard as clowns are all dead!
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Look at what you are like now, you don’t even have the courage to take a step forward!"
This opening statement was somewhat beyond everyone's expectations, and the audience was immediately silent.
Sigg looked at the melon-eating crowd, but no one dared to come over, and he was not panicked.
Renn told him that the first wave of people would come to support him immediately.
In a corner of the square, a young man with blond hair and blue eyes pulled the hands of several friends: "Let's go over and take a look."
"What's wrong with you? What if someone from the Skeleton Gang sees it?" a companion asked in confusion.
The blond young man looked firm and spoke forcefully: "I'm not a coward! The Skeleton Gang is nothing, they can't scare me!
If one me falls, there are still thousands of me!"
His voice was quite loud, attracting many people's attention.
For those four fragrant silver coins! He thought to himself.
Seeing his fearless look, several friends were inspired, their minds became excited, and they walked together to the audience.
"Come on, let's go over and take a look! Don't be afraid, will the Skeleton Gang still make trouble for us one by one?" A middle-aged aunt shouted and pulled two other confused aunts towards the audience.
At the edge of the square, an old woman with gray hair, a cane and a shaky walk called to a young man: "Young man, can you help me over?"
The young man in the straw hat hesitated for a moment, then held her hand and warned: "Grandma, it's dangerous to walk there. The Skeleton Gang might be hiding in the crowd.
They may cause trouble for you later."
The old lady showed a kind smile, shook the wooden crutch in her hand, and said slightly slurred: "Young man, what are you afraid of? I am not afraid, I will protect you.
That means grandma is old, otherwise Marcello’s head would have been blown off with a stick!”
The young man was stunned when he heard this, and was pulled by the old woman to the bottom of the platform in a daze.
What a joke, grandma, I am a professional actor!
A strong man wearing worker's clothing quickly pointed at the old woman and shouted to his friends: "Workers, you see, the 70-year-old grandma is bolder than you!
What are you afraid of? It’s just a gang of skeletons, just a dish. I’ll go there first. Whoever doesn’t come has no balls!”