Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

The World Channel opened, and lords from all over the world were competing in an equipment race.

Their negligence could very well kill everyone.

They needed to find someone to take charge.

Someone who could set clear work objectives.

Thinking this, he walked briskly outside.

When he reached the central square, the Book of Lords made a notification sound.

It seemed that people had been seeking him out more frequently lately.

He opened it to see.

It was a private message from Lan Yang.

But when Fang Hao saw the content, his brow furrowed instantly.

"Li Zhenhu? Darn..."

Seeing the message from Lan Yang, Fang Hao knew something was wrong.

Given Li Zhenhu's character, there was a good chance Lan Yang was in danger now.

Fang Hao immediately sent a message to Lan Yang asking for details.

But he received no reply.

Noticing Fang Hao's grave expression, Bellerga at his side also realized something had happened.

He immediately asked, "My lord, is there a problem?"

Fang Hao asked, "Is it possible to contact the human city of Jinmastu?"

Bellerga shook his head, "Gray Iron City only maintains contact with Silver Wing City and cannot reach the other cities."

After thinking for a moment, Fang Hao still said, "You immediately contact Silver Wing City, cancel the sale of the equipment, and tell them Jinmastu has captured a transmigrator named Lan Yang. Ensure her personal safety."

To go to Jinmastu, one couldn't just teleport there directly.

Even if Fang Hao rushed there now, it would take several hours.

By the time he got there, the person might already be in trouble.

So the first thing to ensure was that Lan Yang could survive.

Hearing Fang Hao's instructions, Bellerga nodded, "Understood, my lord. I will contact Silver Wing City immediately."

"Good!"

Fang Hao nodded and then did not continue to stay. He activated the teleportation screen to return to the main city.

Bellerga, on the other hand, quickly headed to the Royal Palace to contact Silver Wing City.

...

In Jinmastu, the marketplace.

Lan Yang closed the Book of City Lord and took off the beast whip hanging from her waist.

Crack!!

With a swing of the whip in her hand, she struck the cart in front of her.

The wooden handrail of the cart instantly shattered, and splinters flew everywhere.

The surrounding residents scattered, hiding in the distance to continue watching the excitement.

At the same time, they whispered about the deeds of Li Zhenhu and his men lately.

"What, you dare to make a move in the city? Not afraid of dying?" Li Zhenhu stepped forward from behind, waved his hand lightly, and a group of underlings surrounded a few people.

Lan Yang stared at him firmly.
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What she wanted most was to kill Li Zhenhu.

But she was well aware that Li Zhenhu had taken most of the wealth from the mountain bandit camp.

And now he was dressed in noble attire; it looked like he had bought himself a title with money.

In Jinmastu, she was on his turf.

"Li Zhenhu, is it really just about not paying some stall tax? I'll make it up to you," Lan Yang said loudly, suppressing the rage in her heart.

Although she was naturally irreverent, she was not foolish.

Falling into the hands of Li Zhenhu, she was well aware of what her fate would be.

Since she had discovered Li Zhenhu's whereabouts, she could settle the scores with him later.

After listening to her, Li Zhenhu's face remained dark, his eyes shifting rapidly, and eventually becoming even colder as he said loudly, "She's causing trouble on the street, kill them all."

"Kill!"

Li Zhenhu's underlings, all with a background as mountain bandits, had their own combat power.

Each one drew their blade from their waist, and a fierce aura instantly emanated from them.

Shouting like robbers on a raid, they charged towards Lan Yang and her companions.

They separated and regrouped, showing some semblance of coordinated combat.

Seeing the other side had drawn their weapons, it was clear that if Lan Yang did not fight back, she could only wait to die.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Try not to kill anyone."

No sooner had the words left her mouth than the whip in her hand lashed out again.

Crack!

With a loud snap, the whip struck one of the underlings on the wrist. His face contorted in pain, his weapon fell to the ground, and a jagged wound opened on his wrist, flesh peeling back.

The little brother held onto his wrist, howling loudly in pain.

People never expected that, despite her petite appearance and dark complexion, the young girl.

Wielded her whip with exceptional ferocity.

More and more people began rushing forward to attack.

Meanwhile, the whip in Lan Yang's hand moved faster and faster, like a black snake flicking its tongue, the tip relentlessly striking the enemies' shoulders, wrists, necks, and other unprotected areas.

After each strike, those hit would hold the spot and howl loudly in pain.

The force was not light.

The rest of the group also surged forward, engaging in battle with the heavy sword infantry.

Though Li Zhenhu's side had the advantage in numbers.

Most were bandits and street thugs by origin, and their combat power was certainly inferior compared to formally recruited soldiers.

The two sides struggled, but the situation remained in deadlock.

"Kill them, quickly!" Li Zhenhu urged loudly.

His henchmen once again charged forward recklessly.

Lan Yang lashed out with her whip again.

This time, instead of striking, the whip coiled around a man like a spirit snake, pulling him in front of her.

Reaching out, she grabbed a dagger in her hand.

And held it against the man's throat.

"Li Zhenhu, order your men to back off, or I will kill him and see how you continue to be the boss!" Lan Yang shouted.

The faces of the attackers who rushed up changed instantaneously, all looking toward Li Zhenhu.

"Good, very good, you little girl do have some skill," Li Zhenhu said somberly, his face filled with resentment, "Come back first."

His subordinates, looking ragged, all retreated.

They hadn't expected these people to be so fierce.

Their numbers were greater, yet they were beaten into such a state.

The henchman who was being held tried to resist and struggle.

Lan Yang knees him from behind right in the groin, and he immediately curled up without struggling any further.

"Take us out of the city," Lan Yang demanded.

Li Zhenhu scoffed, "You won't make it out."

As the standoff continued, a group of patrol guards wearing uniform armor and carrying iron swords rushed over.

The captain, with a grim expression, surveyed the scene.

He said coldly, "Dare to cause trouble in the city, do you all want to die?"

Li Zhenhu looked disparagingly at Li Rong, straightened his collar, and stepped forward, "Captain, these people refused to pay the City Lord's management fee and even wounded people on the streets with weapons."

The captain frowned upon seeing Li Zhenhu, then looked at the smashed stalls and Lan Yang and the others.

He ordered harshly, "Arrest them all, and execute any who resist on the spot."

Shh shh shh!!

All the soldiers drew their swords in unison, and the crossbows loaded with bolts aimed from behind, also pointed at the group from afar.

Seeing this, Lan Yang knew they wouldn't be able to leave the city.

She signaled her people to lay down their weapons and then shouted loudly, "I am the sister of the City Lord of Lyss City, I demand that you ensure my safety and contact Lyss City, we will compensate you for your losses."

The soldiers, who had been about to forcefully suppress these people, suddenly paused in their actions.

Their gazes shifted back to the captain.

Immediately, Li Zhenhu explained, "Captain, they are a transmigrator group, there is no way she could be any City Lord's sister. Arrest them."

At this time, the market was in chaos.

Forget about the stalls, the spectators had crowded around in three layers both inside and out.

The captain gestured, "Take them away, lock them in the dungeon first."

...

The dungeon for serious offenders.

Lan Yang and her companions, with heavy shackles, sat on the rotten straw mats, leaning against the damp walls.

The air was filled with the cold and rotten smell, even more disgusting and nauseating than when they were hiding in the cave.

Sitting here, she realized her impulsiveness.

Li Zhenhu might look burly and brainless, but he was extremely cunning.

He was probably already plotting how to kill them off.

And in this era, there was a deep-seated class system.

Nobles sometimes didn't even need a trial to kill someone, these sorts of incidents wouldn't even disturb the City Lord of the city.

The death would be silent and unnoticed.

"Does Li Zhenhu want to get rid of me quickly to prevent the boss from rescuing me? Doesn't he fear the boss would kill him outright?"

"No, he won't kill me, because the boss would still have him executed."

"I'm doomed; I'm afraid I won't be able to get out of here."