Chapter 5: The Innate Spirit Master

  Kam Lung To, after all, is not a ruthless real estate developer, the word "forced demolition" would never be uttered from his mouth.

  About half an hour later, Ma Long and Cui Si-tiem appeared together at the place where the twenty-eight households of poor people who refused to be demolished were located.

  If we talk about Ma Long's previous residence, at least you can still see the magical modern atmosphere brought by steam civilization from things like the steel tracks of the tram, the pipes that keep leaking steam and so on.

  So now, the slum where Ma Long is standing, the only thing that can remind him of is a dark Gothic European medieval movie.

  Sewage flowing everywhere on the muddy road, low and dilapidated shanty houses, filthy residents with clothes that barely cover their bodies...

  "This place is really too terrible, even the air is filled with a pungent stench! Damn it, I smell the scent of wolf dung!"

  The man who said this was the one who wrote two articles that made The White Sands Morning News sell out, and now he's almost always waiting for news outside Marlon's small villa 24 hours a day - Nikolai Chuk Smoteag.

  Since Malong, who had been staying in his villa since he became famous, suddenly came out and rushed here, how could Nikolai, a reporter who had been waiting for news for a long time, not follow him?

  But now the problem is that this dedicated journalist is also a feline beastman with a keen sense of smell.

  "Be careful, these guys are all lower-class half-elves."

  As the constable of the civilian quarters, Bernard, who had come with him, was quietly reminding Marlon while his right hand was intentionally or unintentionally placed on the gun holster by his thigh.

  As Sheriff Bernard said, these twenty-eight households of poor shanty towns are without exception inferior half-wolf humans who are eight-tenths wolf and two-tenths human - in this other world, the intelligence quotient and social status of hybrid intelligent creatures are directly proportional to their similarity to humans.

  Mixed-blooded races, as long as they are less than fifty percent similar to humans, are basically synonymous with stupid, ugly, chaotic and aggressive negative terms.

  These half-wolf-half-human creatures, with eight parts resembling wolves and two parts resembling humans, are considered lower than the lowest of the low.

  From Sheriff Bernard's reaction of immediately going for his gun holster upon discovering that he was facing twenty-eight households, with a total number exceeding one hundred inferior half-wolves, it can be seen ——

  Even in this Loraine Republic that prides itself on having no racial prejudice, these low-intelligence inferior races will undoubtedly not get any respect.

  A normal human being would never respect a monkey that could go wild and hurt people at any time, right?

  "I am Marlon Brando, and the kindly old saint standing next to me is Andrew Carnegie. Which one of you can claim to represent all the others? Come forward and let's discuss terms!"

  Ma Long's gaze swept over the twenty-eight crooked and dilapidated wooden sheds, then over the nearly hundred inferior half-wolfmen standing opposite him in disarray, finally coming to rest on the face of a clearly at least two meters tall, even wearing a brand new plaid long gown, sturdy young inferior half-wolfman.

  This guy is undoubtedly the troublemaker Ska-tweisen.

  It was indeed the case that after Ma Long loudly announced his identity, this sturdy lower-class half-wolfman wearing a brand new flower-patterned long gown came charging straight at Ma Long with an intimidating air.

  The inferior half-wolf man in front of Ma Long pointed to his own nose and said fiercely: "You remember, kid! In this place, only I, only Skar-Tveinson, have the right to speak!"

  To be honest, this tall and sturdy, black-yellow sharp-toothed Skar-Tveinson made Malong feel like he was in a very dangerous situation.

  With a sidelong glance, Marlon caught sight of Bernard's gun holster unfastened and Truster's expressionless face, making him feel that he didn't need to be so tense - the sense of danger in his heart also dissipated.

  "Speak up, what's your condition."

  The dragon that had just calmed down was asked a question in a light and airy tone.

  Standing behind Malong, the spiritual cat tribe reporter Nikolai, with his eyes wide open, flashed a look of surprise.

  That's strange, did I see it wrong?

  Just now, this Skar-Tveinson with a strong smell of wolf tribe evil, seemed to have released the single-body fear technique?

  Why didn't our genius young writer Marlon - Lister have even a slightest reaction of being intimidated by the terror tactics?

  "Hmm, I must have been mistaken! This disgusting half-wolf person who reeks of wolf dung, how could they possibly possess magical powers that only higher races can wield? Even if it's just a talent for magic-like abilities, there's no way this inferior race could possess it!"

  With this thought in mind, the look of surprise in Nikola's eyes, a reporter from the Spirit Cat tribe, finally disappeared quietly again.

  "Little one, why are you not afraid of me?" But just then, the extremely tall and stout lower-class half-wolfman Skar-Tveinson stared blankly at Marlon and asked such a sentence.

  As soon as this was said, Ling Mao journalist Nikolai, who had just thought he must have misseen it, suddenly gasped in shock.

  I get it! Ma Long-Li Si Te, our genius young author, actually has an extremely high spiritual magic resistance from birth!

  This... This is a legendary, one in a million, naturally born Spiritualist!

  Big news! This is big news!

  Sincere thanks to you!

  The noble ancestor of the magician who left behind a record of many strange and wonderful notes, your descendants are deeply grateful to you!

  Just as Nicholas was excitedly thinking about how to turn his discovery into a big news story, he suddenly felt that someone seemed to be staring at him from far behind, making his hair stand on end!

  Nicholas's hair stood on end as he subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction he sensed, and then he saw an elf man.

  The man in the black windbreaker with his collar turned up high, stood far away under a dead black tree that did not fit in with this lush green season, staring coldly at Nikolai.

  "Smart journalists know what can be reported and what will bring trouble to themselves and their families. Nikolai Chukovskii... do you understand the meaning of this sentence?"

  The icy voice echoed in the mind of the Lingmiao tribe's reporter.

  Then an even louder roar also poured in from outside the cat ears of the Ling Mao journalist, who was completely blown away by fear.

  "Ah, never mind! Listen up, kid. My conditions are: a new house with three times the original area for each family, permanent property rights, and an additional 10,000 rand. No concessions will be made! If you don't agree, forget about me moving them out of here!"

  Then again, it was Ma Long's usual calm and composed voice——

  "In that case...the negotiations have ended."

  "Mr. Carnegie, would you mind telling our fine young men that... they can start work now."

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  Woo woo——

  Clicks sought, recommendations sought, collections sought!

  What a tragic wizard, no matter what, can't get on the new book chart's front page... and this book's new issue period is almost over...