Chapter 43: The Four Kings Era

  "Four Great Kings?" Wang Qiang asked curiously, "Are they figures on the War God's List?"

  Qin Yan shook his head, "No, the Four Great Kings are beyond the rankings, even surpassing the War God Rankings. They are the masters of the underground world and each one of them has the ability to stir up global turmoil. Even leaders of developed countries must show them respect."

  But their actual strength is not entirely clear to anyone, and they all have their own special aspects, holding enormous resources and power in the underground world. I'm just a low-level person in the hidden dragon, unable to know specific information about them.

  I've only heard that among them, there is a king who is the number one master of our Xia country. It's said that this master's disciples are already figures among the Twelve Gods, so it can be imagined how strong he himself is...

  Everyone listened with a sense of longing, imagining what kind of mysterious realm it was.

  "Squad leader, why did you say that the four great kings have successively faded out? Did they pass away?" Bai Xin Yan asked in a deep voice.

  Qin Yan hastily waved his hand and said, "It's not that kind of meaning. The four great kings have also retreated for some reason, and there has been no news about them, making the originally stable situation in the underground world start to have no absolute ruler again."

  After all, the most prestigious hall has never participated in the struggle for power, which also means that the resources and forces originally controlled by the four major kings have lost their controllers, and some organizations will inevitably come out to disrupt the order, vying with each other.

  In fact, why the four kings gradually disappeared from the scene is still an enigma in the underground world, with all sorts of speculations emerging one after another...

  "I really want to meet such a person, that's what I call a transcendent figure," Chen Nian sighed.

  "Don't be ridiculous, just thinking about it is terrifying. People like that are probably ancient monsters who have lived for a hundred or two hundred years." Wang Qian glared at him and said.

  Qin Yan chuckled and said, "To be honest, I also only have a rough understanding of these things. The commander occasionally mentions them, and it's quite moving... 'The Four Kings Era' has ended... I just heard this information. Just treat it as a story, those characters are still too far away from us. Alright, focus your attention, let's confirm the battle plan again after we arrive."

  "Yes!" The crowd immediately responded solemnly.

  Was he also a number one figure in that mysterious underground world?

  ……

  Inside a canning factory under Anjiang Reservoir, white fluorescent lights illuminate one workshop in the plant.

  A dozen or so robust Latin American men with dark skin sat at several tables, playing cards and smoking.

  There were also several empty and half-drunk bottles of Jack Daniel's and vodka on the table, with cigarette butts and fruit peel littering the floor.

  "Wow! Mr. Fred, your card skills are simply incredible! If I were to play this hand, I'd definitely lose, but you managed to get rid of all the cards with such a clever technique!"

  A bald, stout middle-aged man stood with his head bowed and his waist bent behind a robust fellow with a scar on his face and a crew cut, constantly flattering him.

  The man spoke a not-so-standard Spanish, but at least it was enough for this group of Latin American drug lords to understand.

  This Templar leader, named Fred, also seemed a bit tipsy, grinning with his scar above his lip looking particularly ferocious. He patted the man's shoulder and said, "Dear... Mr. Bao Junlun, playing cards requires intelligence, but talent is even more important."

  "Yes, Mr. Fred, someone like you can be a leader, I'm just not good at even playing cards, no wonder I can only be a errand boy", Bao Junlun said with a regretful expression.

  "Haha... Mr. Bao, why don't you sit down and play a few rounds? You don't have to keep standing there waiting. The person who hurt your Master Wu, as long as he appears within 200 meters of this place, my men will definitely find him and won't let him escape."

  Bao Junlun hastily shook his head, smiling and saying: "My poor skills are nothing to brag about, Mr. Fred, please spare old Bao. Of course I trust the people you've brought with you, otherwise I wouldn't have bothered you all. Mainly that young fellow really does have some skill."

  "A little punk who rents out his gun, no matter how skilled he is, can't beat a bullet," Fred flicked up the hem of his jacket, revealing the chrome-plated pistol underneath, with an arrogant expression.

  Bao Junlun naturally boasted again, flattering Fred and others until they burst out laughing, before quietly walking away.

  Arriving at a secluded corner, Bao Junlun turned back and swept the group of drug lords with disdain, muttering: "A bunch of idiots..."

  A green-haired young man from Qingfeng Hall came running, whispering: "Brother Bao, why did we have to come here? These foreigners are really troublesome, they want wine and cigarettes, and even ask us to find women for them... don't they think this is a place where women can be brought?"

  "Just bear with it for a few more days." Old Bao frowned and said.

  "Brother Bao, isn't he just a stinky little kid? Let's deal with him the same way we did that old man! At worst, we can use his cousin to threaten him, and he won't dare fight back. We can just tie him up and beat him into an idiot!" Another younger brother chimed in.

  "Hmph, I've never done anything without being sure of it," Bao Junlun said with narrowed eyes: "That kid was able to beat up Wu Shao's followers until they couldn't fight back, he must not be simple."

  Gangzhong Hall mainly received this group of foreigners, and they had been providing them with food and drink without utilizing them much. Although they were very foolish, they indeed had a strong physique and guns, so letting them deal with that little brat on behalf of our brothers would be just a blink of an eye to get rid of him.

  "When the time comes, we'll just take advantage of the old fisherman's strength, anyway, take a few photos, cut off that little kid's hand and bring it back to turn in, our benefits won't be lessened, and we can still be 100% safe, why not do it?"

  "What if that kid reports to the police? This is a place where the master said to be strictly guarded."

  "Don't worry, that kid has guts, he can fight three men for a woman in a bar, he won't think of calling the police. Unfortunately, he absolutely didn't expect that this time he's not facing fists and feet, but bullets..."

  "Brother Bao is really brilliant! Hehe, brothers all know that following Brother Bao will never suffer a loss!" The little rascal flattered.

  Lao Bao slapped him on the head with one hand, "Nonsense! Do you need to say that?"

  He smoked with a few of his younger followers for six or seven times, looked at the watch and felt bored. It was better to go back home and sleep with his wife.

  It's hot and stuffy in this factory, but the group of Latin Americans who came over don't seem uncomfortable, he doesn't want to go outside to bother with mosquitoes either, so he can only continue working and waiting.

  No choice, the road is mixed, the task assigned by the boss must be done well, doing well doesn't necessarily mean there's a reward, but doing poorly will definitely be replaced by those jealous guys below.

  Thinking that he would be nearly fifty in a few years and still struggling like this, Bao Jun Rong also felt somewhat annoyed.

  Suddenly, a Templar Knight member with his upper body exposed, somewhat nervously and flusteredly ran in from outside, came to the leader Fred and reported in a flurry.

  Bao Junlun immediately stamped out his cigarette butt and hastily ran over, feeling that the situation was not good because Fred's face was extremely angry.

  "Mr. Fred, what's wrong? Has that kid come?"

  Fred's eyes blazed with fury as he sprang to his feet, grasping Old Packard's collar and thundering: "You damned Siwans! How dare you betray us!"

  "Betray you!? What does it mean?" Old Bao was so scared that his face turned pale.

  Fred gave a strong push and sent Lao Bao flying, who fell flat on his face. The several young hooligans behind him hastily helped him up.

  "Oh no! Mr. Fred! What are you doing?! Speak clearly!" Old Bao asked with a gloomy face, wiping his dusty face, and scolding in his heart!

  "Fred pointed outside and said, 'My men have reported that a group of armed personnel mixed with police has been discovered outside. They are approaching the factory in a well-trained manner! How did they know our whereabouts?'"

  "Police? Armed?" Old Bao's tongue trembled with tension, "This...this is impossible! We didn't leak any news, how did they find out the location?"

  "I told you to arrange a new hideout for us! You had to keep dragging your feet, didn't you? Are we just going to wait for them to come and wipe us out?" Fred's face was red with rage, his eyebrows furrowed.

  Lao Bao was on the verge of tears, "Mr. Fred, you mustn't misunderstand, you have many men under your command, all armed to the teeth, and yet you want to transfer so much cargo at once, it's not that easy for us to arrange."

  Fred was about to give him a good thrashing when another of his men ran in, shouting, "Boss! The cops are less than two hundred meters away!"

  "Damn it! Everyone pick up your guns and kill those stupid cops who don't know what's good for them, then we'll make our move slowly!"

  A group of burly men responded with a loud roar, picking up their micro-submachine guns, pistols and hand grenades from beside them, following Fred in a charge towards the factory windows and doors, planning to open fire as soon as the police approached, taking down a batch of them first!

  Lao Bao led a group of younger brothers who were so scared they almost peed their pants, hiding in the factory. They couldn't go out, nor could they shrink back, and now they're regretful to the point that their intestines are about to grow mold!