Chapter 4222 I Admit It's Our Fault
- They even questioned whether the prisoners were hiding treasure and used every torture in the book. Even Vela couldn’t stand it—she shut her eyes. “Junior Sister, head to the backyard and see if there’s anything you can do. Leave this to me.” Zeke’s voice cut through the clamor, and Vela finally departed. Watching her go, Zeke turned to Mr. Willow. “There are a lot of people outside. We can’t let this turn into a riot. I’ve suppressed the aura here. The ones outside are yours. Put the fear of God in them, but don’t let the South District fall into chaos.” “The north belongs to Purple Fox Jue. Don’t meddle in his turf.” “And when this is over, I need every last resource of the Black Mountain Goat Clan handed over to me. Got it?” That wasn’t Zeke trying to skim the cream. He was giving Mr. Willow real power in the South District of Demonic Lotus City. That was worth way more than whatever the Black Mountain Goat Clan had squirreled away. Mr. Willow was honestly stunned. Without any prompting, Zeke had sized up his range, knew he could use his methods and brains to mop up the aftermath, and had already eliminated the biggest troublemaker in the room. Most importantly, the shock factor landed. This kind of clean, brutal decisiveness was unheard of. First day in Demonic Lotus City, and before the chair even warmed up, he was already going to execute a bunch of heavy hitters. No one saw that level of ruthlessness coming. Mr. Willow bowed, respect clear on his face. “Rest easy, sir. I’ll deliver the resources soon.” “Good. I’m happy to dump the tedious stuff on you,” Zeke said with a nod. He strode over to the two Black Mountain Goat Clan powerhouses sprawled on the floor and smirked. “You two having fun yet?” With death breathing down their necks, both men panicked hard. They couldn’t move—Zeke had only just lifted the Restrictive Formation on their voices. “Vice City Lord, I admit it’s our fault!” The moment they could talk, they rushed to beg for mercy. “Please, let us go, we—” Zeke didn’t care to hear another word. His blade flashed. Two goat heads thumped into his hands. He passed the heads to Mr. Willow. The latter flinched, a chill racing up his spine. “These two dumb goats disrespected me. Hang their heads outside my manor as decor. And if anyone resists your orders, kill them and hang their heads outside my manor too.” “Anyone who crosses me won’t end well. If they don’t fear me, I’ll teach them real quick who’s got the biggest fists, the strongest power—who the absolute top dog is here!” Zeke’s tone calmed a notch. “Crank up the pressure around here. Oppressive keeps the riffraff in line. Got it?” Mr. Willow nodded fast. “Yes, Vice City Lord!” Zeke patted his shoulder and sauntered off. Watching him leave, Mr. Willow held the two heads, rattled and awed all at once. Zeke alone had crushed every powerhouse in the South District of Demonic Lotus City. His decisions were lightning-fast, no dithering whatsoever. That confidence rubbed off. Mr. Willow trusted him even more. Zeke strolled to the backyard and found Vela wandering the garden paths. He had to admit, the manor’s grounds were gorgeous—flowers and greenery everywhere, manicured with an elegant touch, dreamy as a mirage. Vela’s silhouette, drifting through mist and cloud, looked almost ethereal. Zeke trusted Mr. Willow. The guy had hidden in Demonic Lotus City for years—he knew the place better than Zeke did. Since Mr. Willow hadn’t raised any objections just now, that meant he was sure of himself. He could carry out the mission Zeke handed him.