Chapter 1649 - 849: The Big Cleanup

Ling Shuo, who had been talking so long that his saliva dried up, suddenly felt faint, unable to control his blood pressure: Seriously, dude? Did you understand a single word I've said?!

But when he saw those eyes, calm yet filled with the unique confusion of the White Deer, his expression twitched slightly, and he finally forced a stiff smile.

Stay calm, stay calm, he's from the An family!

Just like when An Ran introduced himself, he only needed to say his name, didn't need any other titles or specifics.

In Desert Market, only one family dares to openly display this name.

Hunting Finger·Flying Light!

Even though An Ran had specifically emphasized he no longer had ties with the An Family, could you genuinely take his word for it?

This is someone Mr. Ji brought here!

The yellowhead had just left, his tail hadn't even gone down yet, and then here comes a White Deer Hunting Finger saying hello, it's terrifying!

Though it's truly a rare strong backing, this support carries a little bit of an intimidating tone.

Don't think that just because you're pretending to be someone's subordinate and become the Dragon Head, you can haggle with me, kid!

When An Ran announced his name without gloves, even if it was a true Dragon Head here, they would be scared to the point of peeing their pants…

The An family always carries out tasks by following the leader's instructions, representing the authority of the Desert Market.

Though weapons are self-prepared, gloves are issued by the leader for each action, representing the life and death authority recognized by the White Deer!

Just like when An Ning represented the Hermit at Lei Wuye's spiritual hall, if questions are asked, they should be answered. If orders are given, they should be obeyed.

If you have any issues with this, perhaps you think your nine clans are too many.

The rules of Desert Market are simply survival of the fittest; there's no need to disguise it.

Similarly, Ling Shuo wanting to become the Dragon Head, whether others acknowledge it is one thing, but first and foremost, his fist must be strong!

Tian Yuan might still talk about rules, but in Desert Market, as long as you are strong, hard, and domineering enough, you can become the Dragon Head in no time.

If initially having Ji Jue's approval gave Ling Shuo a thirty percent chance, Xiao An's arrival undoubtedly boosts it to seventy percent!

Ling Shuo's plan isn't complex, it's thorough and concise—he's dreamed about it countless times in his sleep.

Besides dealing with external matters, he needs to stabilize the internal!

First, a major clean-up!

The integration time of Seven Cities is still too short. Using Luo Island and Xiang State to constrain the five cities will ultimately require time.

Due to the previous vile traditions, there are too many places hiding filth, countless pests regardless. Moreover, there are other branches of Desert Market stirring behind the scenes.

Ling Shuo truly wants to command the dark side of Seven Cities; the top priority is to sweep through all of Seven Cities, clean it up, especially cutting off the restless guys and other families extending their hands in!

For others, it might be overwhelming, unable to find a place to start, but being able to pull together such a list within a day already demonstrates Ling Shuo's capability.

The ones on the list undoubtedly deserve to die, but sometimes, it's not necessary to rush them to their deaths that quickly.

Even trash has its uses.

Desert Market itself isn't an elite organization; as an epic patchwork monster, its mix of chaos is pretty normal.

There are naturally elites, like the various families' and leader's direct organizations and even armies, but there are countless small fry, the street extortionists claiming ties to Desert Market!

No choice, as there are always dirty and tiring tasks to handle, can the leader personally go to Shisong Manor to unclog toilets? These odd species that can't take the stage form ninety-nine percent of Desert Market and its primary income source.

Nightclub security, construction waste clearance, garbage recycling, valet services, contraband manufacturing, counterfeit products, expired goods, and the smuggling of illegal operation vehicles, boats, fuel, and drugs… Outside the regular order and regulations, the tentacles of Desert Market are omnipresent. After abandoning ways of living under the sun, the life unexposed by light is also filled with cruel competition and struggle.

Killing them all in one go might make it clean, but it will also cause trouble, and it's trouble Ling Shuo absolutely can't handle. If it leaks to the surface and adds to Mr. Ji's chaos, then his promises and guarantees become worthless.

If the toilet and bowl can't contain the filth, then it means the brand isn't effective.

Hence, they can't be killed, at least not now; not only can't they be killed, but those who can be fought for, he must strive to win over, expanding his own strength until he fully grasps the power and position, then slowly cleanse from the inside out.

Of course, this means he'll be stuck in a situation receiving pressure from both ends, likely becoming unpopular inside and outside, and if handled incorrectly, could be killed and sacrificed as a consumable at any time,

But so what?

If it were easy, why would it need to be him?

As long as he follows the rules, Mr. Ji would ultimately leave him a way out, so what's there to fear?

"No rush, Mr. An."

Ling Shuo smiled and said, "These small roles aren't worth your concern; I'll handle them myself."

"No need to kill them?" Xiao An asked, puzzled.

"No need to kill now, keeping them has its uses."

Ling Shuo contemplated and said slowly, "If we kill them one by one, it might not be long before others are alerted, and if they escape, searching for them later would be a lengthy process.