Chapter 005: Chaos

Du Fan sensed the restlessness of the people outside and did not take any further action. He wasn’t afraid that they would run away—he was afraid they wouldn’t. If they fled now, he would make them understand that even dying was a luxury!

The bandit groups didn’t disappoint Du Fan either. They stayed put because the poison he had administered had amplified their bloodthirst. No one would back down; they were just waiting for their leader’s command to charge into the city.

Although Alexander didn’t care about these people’s lives, he didn’t want to waste this perfect opportunity for revenge due to impulsive actions. If these bandit groups failed today, they would surely die. Alexander was figuring out how to make these people more effective.

Du Fan and his men had already covered their mouths with wet cloth. Even if the poison had no effect on them, the smell of blood was already nauseating!

The stench of blood also attracted creatures from the jungle. Though they wouldn’t pose a threat to City of Doha, the bandits, being closest to the wilderness, might face wolves or other threats!

Alexander knew they couldn’t wait any longer—either fight or retreat. But after suffering such heavy losses, they would never retreat at such a critical moment; otherwise, how could they survive in the future?

Though they suspected Du Fan might have used some despicable tactics, this was a battlefield! Whatever method worked was a good method! And in such a situation, where could they find someone to judge them?

This time, they didn’t charge in immediately. Instead, a few deputy leaders, all skilled fighters at levels seven or eight, went ahead. This way, they wouldn’t be at a disadvantage when they encountered the enemy, and they could even retreat unharmed even if no danger arose.

They explored the city and saw only the bodies of their own men—none of the people from City of Doha. Although darkness might have made it hard to see, the dead were all their own men. Could it be that the people of Doha had died and then come back to life and fled? They naturally had no idea that, without fighting a single soldier, they had lost over three thousand men!

When they saw the uneven ground, they roughly guessed what had happened. But it was useless to say anything now. They returned and reported the situation to their leaders, who would then make a decision. Some wanted to continue the attack, while others already wanted to retreat.

But they are all together—how can just one or two groups leave? What if they go out and then come back to reap the benefits? They’re already fighting among themselves before even starting!
“Stop arguing! Why did we come here? To establish our authority! If we leave in shame like this, how can we survive in the future? Anyone who doesn’t want to be a thief, speak up and hand over your head!”
Hearing that sinister voice, everyone fell silent. Everyone knew that in the Siluo Province, anyone could offend—except the Flying Wolf!
“Flying Wolf” was just his nickname; no one knew his true identity or name. He had been called that since he first appeared. He was the leader of the First Thief Gang, and no one dared defy his words. He had already become the de facto leader of all the thief gangs. He rarely spoke, but whenever he did, even fewer dared to disobey.
It was said that someone once defied him, and he actually executed that person by slicing them piece by piece—365 cuts until the person died. Since then, no one has dared to defy him again. Unless you can kill him or defeat him!
But so far, he remained an undefeated legend!
Of course, the Flying Wolf supported the attack. As he said, what was their purpose here? To establish authority!!
If they fled before establishing their authority, were they still thieves? Even thieves have pride! Want to run away? Give up your life! The Flying Wolf didn’t just talk—he would really make people pay with their lives!
The others naturally didn’t dare question anything. As for the two who wanted to withdraw, the Flying Wolf sent them out first.
They attacked Doha City again. This time, they didn’t rush into the city right away. Instead, they slowed down when they were outside the city. There were corpses everywhere at the city gates, making it impossible to charge. So they naturally couldn’t rush in—what’s the difference between that and seeking death?
Although Du Fan had diluted the poison inside, some still remained. So the Flying Wolf ordered everyone to cover their mouths and noses with cloth. This also prevented the smell of blood from causing them to panic.
They carefully passed the first obstacle and, as they moved further in, could already see the civilian area.
Du Fan waited in place as they passed by. Those thieves didn’t even notice him or the others.
The city above was now empty, with nothing left. And the gifts they had prepared naturally had to be delivered.

Du Fan waved at the people behind him, and the freshly prepared gunpowder containers were thrown at them from close range. Those people were on the ground with no cover, while they could hide underground at any time—naturally, they had the advantage of position.

After the first assault explosion, another thousand or so people went to hell. That meant they had lost nearly half of their forces. At that moment, the hiding place of Du Fan and the others was exposed.

Fei Lang stared at the hole in the ground, his expression shifting unpredictably. He knew full well how dangerous the passage, wide enough for only one person to pass through, would be. Moreover, he wasn’t sure what was inside. As for poisons, though he wasn’t very knowledgeable about them, the intricate chain reactions still amazed even someone as experienced as him.

Facing such a master of poisons, it was imperative to be cautious. Du Fan didn’t know what Fei Lang thought of him, but he had already retreated to the secret passage on the second floor. He didn’t need to watch how those people chose to act, as they too had traps available where they were.

Don’t think the situation outside the city was all there was to it—otherwise, Du Fan wouldn’t have made those arrangements. If they hadn’t come in on their own, he would have made sure they never even knew how to spell “regret”!

Du Fan thought maliciously. Fei Lang was also a ruthless character. He knew the path ahead was extremely dangerous, and Du Fan deliberately exposed the entrance for him to see—surely he wouldn’t let him pass easily. He also regretted not listening to Alexander’s warning. Now, when he tried to retreat, Alexander stopped him again. Could there be something else here?

Like Alexander, Fei Lang was from the Dark Demon clan; otherwise, he wouldn’t have supported Alexander in seeking revenge. Although Alexander wasn’t very familiar with him, they had spent some time together. Moreover, higher-ups had instructed him to help Alexander. If that failed, he could just return Province Si Luo to Du Fan. After all, Province Si Luo’s location wasn’t ideal, and there were no hidden traps inside—losing it wouldn’t be a loss. It was also a good chance to test Du Fan’s strength.

Du Fan didn’t know what Fei Lang was thinking. All he wanted now was to send those people to hell so he could focus on his own development, and then reclaim the lands lost by the Gavin Empire!

Du Fan’s plans were sound, and Fei Lang cooperatively entered the passage.

After entering the tunnel, Fei Lang couldn’t help but admire Du Fan’s abilities. Such a tunnel was clearly easy to defend but difficult to attack. Given Du Fan’s tactics, when they first approached, they would surely not be facing humans but rather traps and mechanisms. With these thoughts in mind, Fei Lang entered the tunnel first. Confident in his own strength, he also wanted to set an example for his subordinates. He didn’t want the bandit group he had built over the years to be destroyed. In fact, he still had feelings for the bandit group he had founded himself. It was precisely because of this that his men were willing to follow him.

Not far into the tunnel, Fei Lang realized he had fallen into a trap—not just a simple arrow, but one that was extremely small, about the size of a palm. This tiny arrow flew at great speed; even warriors below level six would likely be hit by it. His subordinates weren’t all at level six or above; there were also lower-ranked warriors and knights. Such people entering the tunnel would probably not survive long. As Fei Lang thought about this and was about to warn them to be careful, he noticed a large group of people rushing into the tunnel behind him and sealing the entrance. Before he could ask what was going on, people were already dying amidst screams.

Fei Lang angrily strode over, but it wasn’t easy to squeeze through a passage wide enough for only one person at a time. By the time he arrived, it was too late—three people had already died, and only a dozen or so had entered the tunnel. These were his own men; as for the others, he wasn’t optimistic about their situation. He usually paid close attention to training his subordinates. Although they couldn’t compare to an army, they weren’t far behind. With only one person able to pass through the entrance, if they tried to crowd in, no one else could get in. His men had managed to get in only because of their regular training. Fortunately, due to the explosion earlier, he had scattered them, so they were likely spread across many tunnels, reducing the chances of a crowd at the entrance.

“How many more people are outside yet to enter?” Fei Lang asked calmly. He couldn’t panic now; if he did, his men would be even more lost. “About twenty-some, I don’t know,” one of them replied vaguely. Fei Lang nodded. Twenty-some—only one-third had entered. “What’s going on outside?”

The man looked at Flying Wolf confusedly. “I don’t know. We only heard buzzing, and then people died. They rushed into the tunnel.”
Flying Wolf knew he couldn’t get any more information. He recalled where he had entered the tunnel and ordered someone to break through the left wall, then went to check on the three dead men.
He was the last to enter, and he knew he would surely find some answers among those three. There was no light here, but that didn’t bother him. Turning his back, his eyes glowed with a faint blue light. Using the night vision ability of the Dark Demon clan, Flying Wolf examined the three men and saw traces of being stung by bees.
Flying Wolf didn’t know what had attacked them, but he knew it definitely wasn’t anything good—otherwise, how could ordinary bees kill someone with just one sting?
As for why the others died silently, it was probably because they didn’t have time to scream.
“Leader Flying Wolf, the passage is clear.”