"What's going on here?"

Staring at the empty entrance of Lake Town, the always-unshakeable Fat Bro was stunned, his eyes buried in flesh bulging wide open.

"Where's the gate? Where's my big gate? A 1100-ton thing, how could it disappear into thin air?"

"What's Lake Town playing at?"

Even Casablanca in the Junk Mountain war tank was dumbfounded.

However, soon, this seasoned Apprentice Death God caught the scent of a kindred spirit in the air.

This immediately made him understand the ins and outs of the situation.

"It's the work of a Death God."

He furrowed his brows, contemplated for a moment, and still contacted Fat Bro via radio.

"Fattie, we're a step too late; that little dame Tian En found a backer, an Apprentice Death God is escorting her."

"And judging by the aura, it's very likely... it's the Death God who single-handedly destroyed the Nite War Gang before."

With these words, Fat Bro was taken aback.

"It's her?"

"But how did she get rid of the gate? Even your junk cannon couldn't do such a thing!"

Casablanca shook his head.

"I don't know, it's likely her Sequence Ability."

"The Death God Sequence is peculiar in many ways, having one that can neutralize a huge iron gate is quite normal, no need to overthink it."

"But what I really feared has happened... that little dame has chosen the side of Tian En and Mokaka..."

Fat Bro felt a pang of anxiety and instinctively asked, "What should we do now, old man? Are we to retreat?"

"Retreat what army, Fattie? It only costs a compressed biscuit's worth of energy for your men to walk over, but my convoy runs on fuel! I'm not making a losing deal."

Casablanca glanced coldly at Lake Town above and sneered, "Since we can't catch Tian En, we might as well take this town."

"This godforsaken place is no backwater; I've wanted to take it down before, but the gate was in the way so I had to let it go."

"Now that the gate is gone, let's just take the town!"

With these words, Fat Bro suddenly understood.

"You're brilliant! Old man!"

He grinned broadly, picked up the sword from the desk beside him, raised it high, and shouted to the ruffians beside him, "Brothers! Take Lake Town for me!"

"Within an hour, no one sheathes their blades! Steal whatever you want, kill whoever you want!"

"Since we struggled hard to come here, we can't leave empty-handed; that's just not the way of the Demon Mountain War Gang!"

Upon hearing Fat Bro's shout, the other ruffians initially froze, then quickly reacted.

Though not long ago they were calling the people of Lake Town brothers, treating them as allies, on this Floating Island, there are no perpetual friends, only interests and blood that can drive people to action.

The ruffians were bloodthirsty; the current situation on the Floating Island was relatively stable, so they hadn't had the chance to "vent" for a while.

Now, with the boss ordering them to act without restraint, their savage instincts were immediately awakened.

Like wild apes that hadn't yet been civilized, the ruffians screeched as they stormed into elevators or staircases, rushing toward the dumbfounded residents of Lake Town.

And the thugs of the Casablanca Battle Gang followed right behind...

A small-scale melee began just like that.

...

At first, the residents of Lake Town, upon seeing the ruffians storming into their base and plundering Lake Town's property, instinctively picked up weapons to resist.

But without the large iron gate, in front of the numerous ruffians, they were no different from lambs to the slaughter.

Within minutes, the resisting Lake Town guards had their skulls smashed, their bodies hoisted on spears to warn the others.

The ruffians initially intended to go further, perhaps by killing all the men and burning Lake Town to the ground, but the cunning Casablanca stopped them.

"Hey, old man."

Looking at the quivering, kneeling residents of Lake Town, Fat Bro turned his head to look at the dry, withered-like-stick Casablanca beside him.

"Why don't you let my men kill more? Have you suddenly grown a conscience?"

"But I remember that you, sir, were locked up because you played innocent noble girls to death. Such benevolence from you truly exceeds my expectations."

Hearing Fat Bro's mockery, Casablanca was unfazed.

To be imprisoned on the Floating Island, who wasn't a complete scoundrel? After years of killing and burning, they no longer saw those crimes as blemishes.

Casablanca signaled to his subordinate, who immediately understood, stepped forward, and dragged a young man in camo clothing from the kneeling Lake Town residents.

This man was the mayor of Lake Town, Chen Nuo.

"Lake Town has decent resources, engineers and blacksmiths as well, and quite a few soldiers who can be drafted; killing them all would be too wasteful."

Casablanca explained to Fat Bro, "Now that it's clear that Death God has sided with Mokaka, we can't act according to the original plan."

"The encirclement must be brought forward!"

"I just heard from a Lake Town soldier that the Death God opened the Lake Town gate with a single punch, which is quite incredible... but no matter what method she used, that move would halve her physical strength, and she won't recover for a while."

"Before she recovers, is our best time to act!"

"I will contact other War Gangs, while Fattie, you find a way to make use of Lake Town's soldiers and craftsmen; if it doesn't work out, let them be cannon fodder... Tonight... or latest by early morning tomorrow, everything must be ready."

Casablanca's reasoning was sound, so Fat Bro naturally wouldn't refuse and immediately got up to arrange personnel.

And the old man himself looked down again at Chen Nuo.

The latter lay limp on the ground, dazed, not speaking, just keeping his head down, eyes dim and soulless.

"Alright, alright, Mayor Chen, you should understand the doctrine of the victor; ending up like this is your own doing."

Casablanca patted Chen Nuo's shoulder, said expressionlessly, "But considering you were once our comrade, I won't kill you. Just watch us wipe out Mokaka."

"...!"

At these words, a trace of color suddenly flashed through the dull eyes of Chen Nuo!

"Plap~!"

He grabbed Casablanca's arm abruptly and, in a hoarse voice, growled, "You may not succeed..."

"No matter if it's Mokaka or that Death God, they are very strong... extremely strong! Even if you join forces, you might not be their match!"

"You will be defeated, just like I was... my fate today is your fate tomorrow!"

Hearing these words, Casablanca slightly furrowed his brows, but still did not act.

"That's just your incompetence."

He gently flicked away Chen Nuo's hand, his tone full of disdain.

"No matter how strong, it's just one person."

"As long as she's still human, a Tier One Apprentice Death God, we have ways to kill her."

"You, a loser, should refrain from making judgments."

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