Chapter 56：Preparations

Allen didn't want to blame Pete and stopped him, "No need to say more. First, take me to see how the brothers are doing. I'll handle the rest!"

Pete told Allen that Fisher had been severely injured, four little beggars had been beaten to death, and seven or eight others were seriously injured. The rest had varying degrees of injuries.

At this moment, they had all returned to the base to recuperate.

That base was their public front, and Pete and the others selling fish naturally didn't escape the notice of those with ill intentions.

Thus, the River Bay Valley gang had issued a ruthless ultimatum: leave within three days, or they would scatter their ashes.

Allen listened to Pete's account and was so angry he almost laughed.

Great, they really think I'm a paper tiger, and any Tom, Dick, or Harry can come and provoke me. Looks like I need to show these scoundrels what I'm made of.

Without waiting for Pete to row the boat, Allen quickly returned to the alchemy room and fetched five small bottles of the Plant Mage's Song he had successfully brewed.

These potions were only preliminarily brewed and hadn't been purified, so their concentration wasn't high.

But in an emergency, they could temporarily serve as healing potions, and they would likely be quite helpful for the little beggars' injuries.

However, for the four little ones who had been beaten to death, Allen was powerless to bring them back.

Thinking of this, Allen's expression turned grim and ruthless.

In his previous life, he was notorious for his ruthless methods and extreme protectiveness.

In the dark world, morals and laws were almost ineffective. Besides personal strength, one had to rely on money and power.

Allen's ability to single-handedly build a career was due to his ruthless methods and willingness to share benefits while being extremely protective of his subordinates.

Otherwise, a self-made man could never earn the loyal following of a group of subordinates.

"Do you remember the people who beat you?" Allen distributed the potions to his subordinates. After their injuries were under control, he asked.

Fisher struggled to sit up, gritting his teeth, "Boss, I'm sorry. We've disgraced you..."

"Cut the crap. Just tell me if you remember the people who beat you!"

Fisher took a deep breath, "I'll never forget them, even in death."

"Good! Now, those who can stand, help Pete treat the others. These potions will control your injuries. After nightfall, when I return, we'll settle the score!"

Hearing that Boss Allen was going to lead them in revenge, the flames of hatred in everyone's eyes burned even brighter. Those severely injured wished they could get out of bed immediately.

These little beggars had been living on the edge before joining Allen's gang, not knowing if they'd see the next day's sun.

Thanks to Boss Allen's shelter, they had what they had today.

Now, being beaten by a gang of thugs, they were all seething with anger.

After all, they had nothing to lose. What's the harm in dying? Killing and beheading, risking their lives for revenge, that was what real men did!

It was noon, and there was still some time before nightfall. Allen quickly left the base.

Sure enough, there were a few unfamiliar boats patrolling around, sneakily observing Pete and the others' treehouse.

Moving swiftly like a ghost, Allen was undetectable by these small fries.

They only knew Pete had brought someone back but never noticed Allen quietly leaving.

To avoid alerting the enemy, Allen didn't deal with the monitoring boats.

Marching quickly, Allen soon arrived at Sara's Blessing Pharmacy.

In the three-story bedroom, Wilbur was enjoying the pleasure of his body's recovery, shamelessly flirting with a pretty maid.

This feeling of regaining his manhood was irresistible for any man.

At that moment, a powerful, chilling aura suddenly emanated.

It felt like a giant python was staring coldly at his neck, making Wilbur's scalp tingle.

It was his new master. What had made him so full of killing intent?

Wilbur immediately left the bedroom, leaving the beautiful maid behind, and went to the secret room.

Sure enough, the alchemist was already sitting inside.

Although still masked, Wilbur could swear that the face behind the mask was icy cold.

"Master... Alchemist, what brings you here...?" Wilbur cautiously asked.

"Do you know the River Bay Valley fishmongers?" Allen's tone was emotionless, like a cold machine.

Wilbur's heart tightened as he solemnly replied, "A group of fierce hunters, though somewhat notorious, are insignificant in the black market. However, I've heard they have some connections with the fur market."

Allen nodded and took out a small bottle of the Plant Mage's Song he had brewed today, tossing it to Wilbur, "This potion can ease your injuries."

Wilbur immediately asked perceptively, "Are you planning to deal with the fishmongers? How can I assist?"

"Prepare twenty kilograms of fire oil, a hundred wooden bottles, a pile of smoke grass, a sack of chili powder, and ten hunting bows with as many arrows as possible."

Hearing this, Wilbur knew the fishmongers' demise was imminent.

For an extraordinary occultist to deal with a group of ordinary people was a piece of cake.

"Do you need me to send someone to assist you..."

Allen raised his hand to refuse and then asked, "What about the clerk and the shopkeeper?"

Wilbur was momentarily stunned before replying, "They're dead."

He hadn't expected the alchemist to be so observant, noticing even two insignificant characters.

Allen said nothing. Those who succeeded were those who survived to the end, and those who survived to the end were often the most cautious.

Having obtained the information and supplies he needed from Wilbur, Allen didn't linger.

He took two boats from Wilbur's store, loaded with supplies, and sailed downstream.

The treehouse base had various weapons, but Allen planned to annihilate the fishmonger gang tonight, so the base's supplies might not be enough.

Additionally, to investigate the fishmongers' background, Allen made this trip.

On the return journey, Allen navigated through secret waterways, approaching the treehouse base.

He first climbed the banyan tree, quietly approaching the monitoring boats, and used the green mist to knock out the observers before bringing the supplies into the base.

Suddenly, Allen remembered something — the female captive he had knocked out was still locked in the secret tree hollow. It had been almost two days and nights; he hoped she wasn't starving!

He went to the secret tree hollow, woke the female captive, and gave her some food.

Since she had been unconscious, the female captive didn't know how long she had been held. Upon waking, she pleaded for Allen to let her go.

Allen had no time to deal with her now. After ensuring she was fine, he returned to the treehouse base.

With fire oil, wooden bottles, smoke grass, and chili powder, Allen quickly made highly effective tear gas bombs.

The foul-smelling smoke grass and the pungent chili powder, when burned, could even kill an ordinary person. These were all prepared for the fishmongers!