Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

The man was not unfamiliar.

He was none other than Zhen Hu, one of the three leaders who had escaped from the Life-taker camp.

Back then, Fang Hao was capturing him, and Lan Yang was also looking for clues about him.

Unexpectedly, they had encountered him here.

Moreover, from his appearance, he seemed to be doing quite well in the city, having become the head of the city management.

She had been curious earlier about who had instructed these people to pay this tax and that tax. It turned out it was indeed bandits who had switched professions.

When Lan Yang fixed her gaze on Zhen Hu.

Zhen Hu's heart also trembled.

At first sight, he had recognized Lan Yang as well.

Here, they had actually met.

Yesterday, when the world channel was activated, he too had checked the world channel at the first opportunity.

He was still sending messages in the world channel, teasing.

But when he saw everyone starting to discuss Fang Hao, who was ranked first on the leaderboard.

Zhen Hu grew nervous.

He immediately checked the leaderboard, and indeed, Fang Hao was ranked first in three categories.

As someone who had ambushed Fang Hao before, he could not calm down at all.

Everyone who had once provoked Fang Hao was dead.

He had only narrowly escaped.

Originally, he planned to lie low in the city for a good while.

Now that he had been directly caught by Lan Yang, panic, shock, and fear overwhelmed Zhen Hu's heart.

His gaze fleetingly touched on the Book of City Lord at Lan Yang's waist.

A fierce light flashed in his eyes.

"What's going on!" Zhen Hu pretended to be calm and asked in a stern voice, still maintaining an air of officialdom.

One of his lackeys immediately said, "Boss, they haven't paid the stall fee and the management fee."

Zhen Hu, with his hands behind his back, said coldly, "According to Jinmastu's latest regulations, markets and stalls within the city are to be managed and planned uniformly. Stall fees and management fees must be paid. Since you haven't paid, the goods are confiscated, and you'll come with us until the payment is completed, then you can return."

No one around the stalls spoke.

It seemed that this so-called latest regulation was indeed real, and others had paid as well.

At the same time.

More people had gathered again behind Zhen Hu.

All together, there were at least twenty or thirty people.

Some faces, Lan Yang had seen before.

They were Zhen Hu's former bandit subordinates.

All with numerous lives on their hands.

It was absurd that they were now dressed in standard leather armor, appearing like those in charge of public security in the city.

"Zhen Hu, you're actually here," Lan Yang said through gritted teeth.

Zhen Hu had killed so many people, transmigrators and natives alike, hundreds in total.

Now, he had even become a leader in the city, and Lan Yang almost wished she could stab him to death right there.

Zhen Hu ignored Lan Yang's words.

Instead, he signaled his subordinates.

More than twenty lackeys blocked all the exits.

And Lan Yang and her people realized something was wrong.

This was Jinmastu; they were trapped here and couldn't escape.

Lan Yang's face turned ugly, and a heavy infantryman said in a low voice, "My lord, send the message out first, otherwise it could be dangerous."

"Okay."

Lan Yang stepped back two paces, hiding behind the guards.

She opened the Book of City Lord and sent a message to Fang Hao.

"Zhen Hu in Jinmastu has trapped me and my people in the city."

When Zhen Hu saw Lan Yang opening the Book of City Lord, his face instantly changed.

He wanted to have someone go up, but it wasn't quick enough.

With a cold expression, he said, "Take them down."

...

"We still need to speed up the revolver's development; from what we see now, it's still too slow," Fang Hao said after hearing the report from several developers, with the table covered in blueprints.

"Yes yes, we'll try to speed it up," Cao Junming immediately responded.

The dwarves beside him also nodded vigorously, seeming very afraid of Fang Hao.

Fang Hao looked at the blueprints, then glanced at the developers.

He straightforwardly said, "I want to see a mature sample of the revolver within a week. If it's not completed, everyone will be sent to mine."

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Perspiration began to appear on everyone's foreheads.

Who wanted to mine? They definitely didn't want to go to those dark mines.

Cao Junming wiped the sweat from his forehead and still spoke softly, "Lord, a week is too short. Give us one month, and I definitely will present a sample."

"A month? The blueprint came out before winter, what have you guys been doing all this time?"

"This…." Cao Junming didn't know how to respond.

It's no wonder Fang Hao was upset.

When he arrived here with Bellerga, the people here had been yawning and just waking up.

The blueprints Cao Junming presented had no significant changes from last time.

Fang Hao suspected that they hadn't done anything at all this winter.

It wasn't about developing other equipment; there had been no progress on the revolver.

Showing him a blueprint and babbling a bunch of jargon as if he was a fool.

"Cao Junming, you have one week. If it's not done, you'll be the first to mine," Fang Hao said, then turned and walked away.

The people behind Cao Junming went weak in the legs and collapsed on the floor.

They quickly got up and started reorganizing the blueprints, sending parts to be manufactured at the factory.

A week was too short; they likely couldn't even produce the parts.

As Fang Hao left the research institute, he began contemplating how to increase these people's efficiency.

Without a leader in the industry, these guys would slack off whenever they wanted, waking up even later than him, which wasn't a solution.