Overnight, the situation took a sharp turn.

Hassan went from a hero who led the bullies to a storm of inhumane and crimes.

Umlim Port, this pearl on the seaside of the Alabo Empire, was trampled mercilessly by him.

The violent flood not only destroyed half of the city, but also destroyed many docks and countless ships of all sizes. Hundreds of chambers of commerce lost all their money.

The crying sounds in the harbor are shaking the sky.

At the same time, many Mensaro people applauded, believing that the revenge of the great leader was so refreshing that it was enough to make the people on the ground scared. But more Mensaro people showed deep concerns about the future.

How can I do this with just 20,000 Mensaro people, confronting the entire Umlim Port, or even the entire earthly world!

Some people also find it strange that when attacking Umlim Port, didn’t the leader behave very restrained and wisely? Why did a flood inexplicably come? Could it be that the restraint at that time deliberately paralyzed the enemy?

Dak did two things. First, spread the relationship between the Mensaro people and the Akbar team through the original contact channels. How many people believe this? Only God knows, and the effect is minimal, but it is better than doing nothing. Second, he goes all out to transfer all Mensaro people deeper into the strata.

The next morning, all the apology saints who blocked the entrance of the tunnel were withdrawn, and they were no longer needed to blockade. The people of Umlim Port, who were burned by hatred, spontaneously organized themselves and blocked and monitored one after another.

Several large chambers of commerce jointly issued rewards, one head of the Mensaro people, two thousand dinals, both men, women, and young.

The world of Mensaro was shrouded in sorrow, and after the excitement of revenge passed, there was panic and nervousness.

Dak's life was so sad that Murdaz was relaxed. He was now refreshed and energetic.

"Brother Sharif, the Mensaro people, this cancer that parasitizes Alabo's body is finally eradicated."

Sharifu was a little absent-minded: “Well, yes, this is a good thing.”

"It seems you are a little unbelievable. Look outside. The people are spontaneously organizing patrols. Every intersection, every open space, every minute and every second, there are people staring at each other. The city defense team, which has been working but not working, is it now serious? Isn't it stupid for merchants to donate this Hassan? Is it a good opportunity for no reason, haha!"

"But now there is a saying that it was a traitor among the Mensaro people, and the deserters planned the attack. It has no direct relationship with the Mensaro people."

Murdez stopped laughing and said seriously: "I am sure that this is the case. With Hassan's level, it is impossible to use such a foolish move. However, no one cares about the facts now. What everyone cares about is that people have died and many people have died! Someone must be responsible for this, who will be responsible? Mensaro people, all Mensaro people. The people on the earth are full of suspicion and hostility towards the Mensaro people. Even a little bit of disagreement will be projected to infinite size, not to mention that the methods of those bastards have become inhumane."

"In other words, even if this happens, both sides will fight against each other?"

"Brother, I'm right. All we have to do is just push it lightly."

"That Hassan is really pitiful. He was a scapegoat for no reason."

"It's not all. Who made him not control his subordinates? Now, it's hard for him to have a chance to turn the tables. In the future, he will be written as a tyrant, a foolish monarch, and a desperate and crazy crazy man. Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless the port encounters a complete disaster of destruction, and then he uses his magical powers to save everyone, but how is that possible? Brother Sharif, from today on, the Mensaro people will hide in deeper strata to be mice, and they will never dare to show up again. The reconstruction and transformation of the port will be handed over to you."

Sharif stood up quickly: "Listen to your order."

Murdez laughed and said, "I am a soldier and I know nothing about construction. I will leave everything else to you except the military camp and city defense. This is a beautiful man. I have any leftovers. Don't forget to leave a bite for my brother. I will not be hungry if I have enough. My brothers are looking forward to it."

"That's certain."

"Thohasan's blessing, the Berkas of the Mosque, the city defense team, the people, and even the merchants who forget their interests will listen to our arrangements. After all, Mensaro's threat is still there, right?"

"The next goal is"

"Add taxes. Without money, there will be no strong army."

"But the tax is already very high now. If you add taxes, I'm afraid that the merchants..."

"This is not a problem. The black market merchants have almost finished repairs. The top-notch luxury merchants in the port are only two brothers Zahab and Feida. They will be good agents."

"Agent? You mean"

"In extraordinary times, big businessmen donate money to support the army, and that's fine. Even if they donate all their property, they can still serve as agents."

"Please wait, what do you mean, if I guess correctly, is it that they donate all their property and then work for us?"

“Great, that’s it.”

"No, no, sir, doing so will ruin the business rules of Umlim Port and will make all merchants enemies with us!"

"This is the only opportunity. If you don't take advantage of the present, when will you have to wait? Only when money can be completely in our hands can you serve us! Of course, they will take the initiative to ask for such things."

"Proactive request?"

"Feda's son Yiblahim, his girlfriend is Assassin, the culprit of the two assassinations of Lord Chaharry and blowing up the Rofolan Reservoir! You said, is Yiblahim not aware of it at all? If this matter is done well, we can calm the anger of the people in the port and get a lot of money."

As soon as Murdez finished speaking, the guards informed: "Report, Mr. Feida asks for a meeting and wants to talk about donating his property."

Moordez laughed loudly.

With a whistle, Yibrahim was awakened by a bucket of cold water.

The severe pain instantly occupied the brain. He bit his lips tightly, preventing himself from making any noise.

One of his legs had been broken, six of his ten fingernails were twisted off, there were traces of burning iron on his chest, and the deep whip marks on his back were covered with a layer of salt cream, which was already numb.

The world is approaching and distant in front of you.

A strong hand grabbed his hair and shook it: "Bastard, say, where is that female cousin?"

"have no idea."

With a heavy punch, Yiberahin retching and had already vomited everything in his stomach.

"She is not...my girlfriend..."

The jailer grinned, dragged over an iron table, pressed one of his hands on the table, and picked up a hammer: "I'm really a tough guy. I like you. It's not okay to pull your nails, so I'll ask you to eat pancakes."

With a dull bang, the first section of Yibrahim's right little finger was smashed into a bloody ball of meat sauce.

Yibrahim let out a heart-wrenching roar.

"Is it good, you bastard? Do you know that my son is dead? He is only six years old, he is a good student, he is very concerned about studying and sings very well. I often carry him to play here and there and he dies!" The jailer was incoherent and cried and laughed, "It's okay, it's okay! You still have nine fingers and ten toes, let's play slowly!"

The door behind the room creaked, and a gurgled sound, and another person was tied and kicked in.

Yibrahim raised her blue and swollen eyes and found that it was Reus.

Reus was in better condition, and the torn clothes were new, and he exclaimed: "This is not fair. I am an honest foreign businessman. Why arrest me?"

The man behind Reus smiled and said, "Because you are a foreign businessman, you borer lying on the empire's body and sucking blood, and beat me!"

Reus was very tough and said nothing.

After a beat, the man said, "Pagan, let you know who should you hate when you go to hell? I am Amara, the aide to Lord Murdesz, and hand over the recipe for that chocolate."

"Dream. I am a Dorand, a citizen of the Kingdom of New Tnotiran, a legal businessman, and have the right to maintain trade secrets and be treated fairly! I want to complain to your country's business department!"

Yamara patted his face with a whip rod: "Super the recipe, I can invite you to have coffee."

"Your country... no, is this how your port treats foreign merchants? Especially, a businessman holding a charter!"

"So what about the charter? You are just a dog with a collar tied up, and you are still stubborn when you get here? All your property, including your factory, the real estate and valuables you purchase, belong to the headquarters of the Apologetics of Umlim. The only chance you have to keep now is your life."

"This is the act of the savages! I protest! I will appeal to the New Tnotilan Kingdom Business Federation!"

"Let's do it, leave the recipe, I'll give you a chance to go and complain. It's not easy for your savage country to know the charter. Let me guess how many savage people can bark for you, the dog?"

Reus was silent for a moment and said, "Yes, I can hand over the recipe, but I want to ensure the personal safety of my family, entourage and business partners!"

Yibrahim, who was beside him, looked at Reus gratefully and shook his head slowly, meaning that Murdes was determined to punish us. If you can't bear it, you should save yourself first.

Sure enough, Yamara said, "It's really a matter of negotiation," with a whip, and Reus had another blood mark on his body, "Only your family and entourage. Do you understand?"

"Thank you very much. In the end, are you sure you want to do this? Even if it may bring about strong protests and revenge?"

Yamala laughed: "Are you threatening me? You're so naive and cute."

"I want to remind you that even if there is a formula and no raw materials, you can't make it!"

"Of course we can sell it to other countries at a high price, such as the Kingdom of Dorand?"

"Shameless, shameless!"

"Thank you for your compliment. Let's go and write down the recipe you know honestly!"
Chapter completed!