Chapter 148: A Familiar Figure

Chapter 148: A Familiar Figure

The cold and voluptuous older sister now resembled a little wildcat, crouching at the doorway.

Her face was flushed red, and her eyes were timid, dodging.

She had a look of wanting to perform, yet feeling deeply ashamed.

Her skin was already fair and plump, and paired with the black decorations, her skin appeared even whiter, with the thin fabric barely covering her impressive figure.

This lingerie was definitely the one Wu Heng had given her last time.

The spoils of war scavenged by Li Yanhong; Wu Heng had estimated her size and casually handed over a few sets.

Now, it seemed that they were a bit small, as they left indentations on her skin.

Wu Heng hadn't expected her to have this kind of talent. He approvingly patted her head.

He then sat down on the couch in the living room.

Wen Mansa took the hint, stood up, and walked over, the bell on her neck jingling.

Carefully, she climbed onto the sofa, lying on his lap.

Wu Heng placed his hand on her waist and hips, gently stroking her warm and soft skin, teasing, "Where did this little wildcat come from?"

Wen Mansa squirmed and replied coyly, "I'm not a wildcat."

Smack~!

A loud slap landed on her butt, sending ripples through her flesh.

"Ah~!" Wen Mansa cried out in pain, turning to look at him pitifully.

"What kind of kitten talks like that?" Wu Heng continued.

"Uh... I have a master, so I'm not a wildcat... meow!" Wen Mansa whispered, her neck and back turning a deep shade of red with embarrassment.

Wu Heng rubbed the spot he had slapped, and with a loud smack~!, he hit her again.

"Master, what did I do wrong this time?" Wen Mansa asked pitifully.

Smack~!

"Is that how a kitten should talk?"

"Meow~!"

Seeing the red marks, Wu Heng stopped hitting her and asked, "How are things going with the Spiked Gang?"

Wen Mansa's eyes were filled with allure as she adapted to her role, softly meowing before replying, "The Spiked Gang has stabilized. They can now gather intelligence for you, Master."

"Good. Collect information on wanted criminals, or if there's any change in the city, gather any special occurrences too," Wu Heng instructed.

Many wanted criminals and fugitives were hiding in the outer city and beyond.

These people had to interact with gangs to survive, so gathering intelligence shouldn't be too difficult.

It would also earn him merits—a win-win situation.

"Meow~!" Wen Mansa flipped over, lying on her back on his lap, letting him continue to stroke her as she said, "The gangs managing the outer city have been loose lately, leading to fights among the smaller ones. A lot of people have died, it's been chaotic."

The outer city?

Wu Heng connected this information with what he already knew.

"It's not just disorganization. A large portion of the outer city's gangs were transferred to assist the Iron Guard Knights in eradicating the Warhammer Party. They're short on manpower."

This wasn't widely known yet.

After all, with so many people being transferred, they feared someone might take advantage of the situation and threaten Rentam City.

Wu Heng had deduced this from something an official had casually mentioned a few days ago.

"Ah, so that's why. I didn't know they'd been sent away," Wen Mansa said in surprise.

After a moment of thought, Wen Mansa added, "Some gangs and merchant groups have also been attacked recently. I heard many people died, including two high-ranking alchemists, which has everyone in the city on edge."

Hmm?

An alchemist was killed?

Hearing this, Wu Heng immediately thought of the order he had placed with the Snake Emblem Consortium.

Local sourcing?

Were they really killing to fulfill his order?

It didn't seem quite right. If that were the case, it would be hard to maintain order in the area.

"Who were these alchemists?"

"I heard one was the resident alchemist of a merchant group, someone with a shady background. The merchant group suspects it was a revenge killing and is secretly investigating. The other person is unknown; the situation hasn't escalated, and they likely had their own issues... meow!" Wen Mansa recalled as she spoke.

Wu Heng nodded.

That explained it well enough.

It wasn't just random killings; these were people with special circumstances who couldn't be openly mourned.

Rentam City was a neutral zone between two races, a trade hub, and a gathering place for criminals and fugitives.

Some alchemists likely fled here as well.

Having learned enough, Wu Heng gave Wen Mansa a light pat.

Wen Mansa looked up at him curiously, met his gaze, then climbed onto his lap, sitting face to face with him.

She stuck out her pink tongue and leaned in.

Wen Mansa's body started to heat up.

Wu Heng glanced around, removed the collar from her neck, and said, "Bite it, keep quiet, everyone else is asleep."

"Meow!"

...

Not long after, in the room.

Wen Mansa's fair skin was glistening with sweat, her complexion flushed, her face even more radiant.

She knelt beside the sofa, extending her delicate hands to massage Wu Heng's back, soothing his muscles.

She then said, "Master, why don't I stay here and keep you company? I'll wait for you at home every day."

Wu Heng looked at her and replied, "You lack the stamina for that."

Wen Mansa smiled seductively, "You're mean."

Her eyes twinkled as she continued, "Master, the Spiked Gang only takes on covert jobs. The gang will never grow big like this. When you rise in status, we won't be able to help much."

Wu Heng understood what she meant and, lying on his side, asked, "What do you have in mind?"

"I want the Spiked Gang to develop some legitimate businesses. It doesn't need to be the best, but at least enough to sustain the gang and make us not seem so lowly," Wen Mansa said.

Businesses!

The Spiked Gang had various income sources, none of which were too respectable.

They accepted shady commissions, and most of their members were pickpockets and thieves.

Even the local gangs looked down on them.

They only did work like rats in the shadows.

Wen Mansa now wanted to change that, and Wu Heng could understand why.

"What industry are you thinking of getting into, and what are you good at?" Wu Heng asked, looking at her.

"Well... I'm not sure. There aren't many good people in the gang, so I was hoping you could help me figure it out," Wen Mansa replied softly.

Wu Heng folded his arms behind his head, thinking it over.

He was planning to open a general store to sell surplus supplies from the zombie world.

But he didn't want Wen Mansa running it.

He wanted to keep it as his own business, meaning it would be directly under his control and not part of her gang's operations.

Finding a direction for her to take wasn't going to be easy.

"A potion shop or a rune tool shop might be good. They're high-demand fields with little competition, so it could work for now," Wu Heng analyzed.

Weapon shops and leather armor shops.

These were already abundant in the city, forming a wholesale chain.

Unless you could offer something unique, it would be hard to break in.

If he were to open one, it would just be to supply his skeleton army in the other world.

Plus, weapon and armor crafting required skilled artisans.

It wasn't something that could be set up quickly.

"Master… what if I developed a women's lingerie business? Do you think there's a market for it?" Wen Mansa looked down at the lingerie she was wearing and blinked.

Wu Heng was momentarily stunned. He slapped her butt again and said, "Next time, just say what you mean instead of making me guess!"

Wen Mansa pouted, "I wanted to hear your other ideas, Master. You're a mage, a scholar after all!"

In this world, women wore corsets that pushed up from below, paired with regular bras on top.

If he introduced this type of lingerie to the market, it would indeed be innovative.

Wu Heng said, "Give it a try. There might be a market for it!"

"Yes, yes! If you have any special designs, Master, you can give them to me. I'll wear them to serve you, and I can gather different styles to study and replicate."

"Alright, I'll have some sent over when I get the chance."

Wu Heng explained that these types of clothes were sent from his homeland.

And that place was far from here.

Wen Mansa nodded happily, "Meow, Master is so kind."

Wu Heng patted her round waist, softly saying, "Let's go back to the bedroom. Don't return home tonight."

"Thank you, Master."

...

The next morning.

The warm and curvaceous body in his arms had all the little cat accessories scattered across the room.

Wen Mansa turned around, snuggling into his embrace.

After another hour of playing around, they both finally dressed.

Wen Mansa was now the leader of the Spiked Gang, and she had to manage the gang, so even though she spent the night here, she still had to return in the morning.

Wearing the little cat lingerie.

She spoke in a tone that was both complaining and coy, "Look, Master, you've spanked me so hard I'm swollen. I've been so obedient, yet you still hit me so hard."

She twisted her waist, showing the reddened spot.

"I'll be gentler next time."

"Uh, that's not necessary," Wen Mansa giggled and continued, "Master, do you have any clothes? I didn't think much when I came over last night, but going back now, with people possibly waiting at the door, it might look... awkward."

Wu Heng chuckled, finding one of his tracksuits in the wardrobe and handing it to her, "Try this on."

Wen Mansa inspected the clothes in her hands. The design was unique but easy to wear.

She put them on, tying up her fiery red hair.

She now looked like a sporty, next-door housewife.

"Master, I might be busy these next few days, but once I'm free, I'll come to serve you." Wen Mansa hugged him and said.

"You're becoming more and more like a clingy little kitten."

"As long as Master likes it, I can become anything. Besides, if you really like kittens, you can check the slave market—they have cat-people there."

Wu Heng slapped her butt again, "Looks like I haven't hit you hard enough."

"Hehe, I'm leaving now."

Wen Mansa said, skipping out with her skeleton in tow.

Wu Heng cleaned up a bit and left the house as well.

...

He bought breakfast by the roadside and headed straight to the Guild.

He had arrived fairly early, and the lounge was empty.

Taking out the [Fog Spell] from yesterday, he continued reading carefully.

Fog Spell belonged to the school of conjuration, creating a dense fog in the environment.

However, this fog was easily dispelled by natural winds, beast wings flapping, or wind created by magic.

Any form of wind could affect the fog, whether dispersing it slightly or blowing it away entirely.

Wu Heng had chosen this spell as a substitute for the poisonous smoke grenades, and after reading more, he realized it created visual obstruction but lacked strong toxins.

However, for his current combat style, it was still sufficient.

Wu Heng continued reading. When he reached the last page, a system prompt appeared.

[Skill Unlocked: Fog Spell.]

He closed the book and stored it in his space ring.

"I've learned so many skills, but I hardly use most of them!"

Wu Heng felt like he was constantly collecting skills but rarely had the chance to use them.

In most fights, his skeletons and guns solved the problem. For spells, he'd either use the Dancing Lights for illumination or cast a couple of Disease Rays to nauseate the enemy.

The rest of his skills were basically just for show.

"Sigh~! There's no real need to be so obsessed with collecting skills."

Wu Heng muttered to himself.

Creak.

The door opened.

Duke entered, carrying his battle axe and holding a flatbread in his hand.

When he saw Wu Heng sitting at the table, he was taken aback, "Whoa, Captain, you're at the Guild."

"What's that supposed to mean, like I never come?"

"Hehe, no, I'm just surprised." Duke handed him the flatbread and asked, "Captain, do you want some?"

"No thanks. You've earned plenty of bounty money, so why are you still eating flatbread every day?"

"Uh, I've got a big family, several younger brothers and sisters. Most of the money goes to them, and then there's the cost of making gear, so not much is left over." Duke said, scratching his head.

"How many siblings do you have?"

"Six in total."

Whoa, that's a lot.

Do all orcs have such high birth rates?

Wu Heng looked at him again and asked, "Did you come to the Guild for me?"

"Captain, the Mao Liao Armor said the leather armor you ordered is ready. They asked me to notify you," Duke said.

"Alright, let's go take a look."

"Okay!"

Wu Heng stood up, and together with Duke, they left the Guild, heading toward the outer city.

They soon arrived at the Mao Liao Armor.

The orc shopkeeper was chatting with someone inside the shop.

When he saw the two enter, he immediately smiled brightly.

"Captain, you didn't have to come. I could've had it delivered to you." The orc shopkeeper said politely.

Wu Heng replied directly, "I wanted to see the goods myself."

"Understood, this way. I'll take you to the warehouse to check everything. The quality is guaranteed." The shopkeeper led him to the back.

As soon as the warehouse door was opened, the stench of tanning leather hit them.

The smell wasn't much better than a poisonous smoke grenade.

The shopkeeper casually opened a couple of sets of leather armor, displaying them.

Wu Heng inspected them briefly, finding them satisfactory, about the same as what he had ordered before.

"As we agreed, 100 sets for 3,500 silver coins, right?" Wu Heng asked.

The shopkeeper's smile grew even more sincere, "Yes, 35 coins per set, 100 sets in total."

"Good, have them delivered to my place, and I'll settle the bill then."

"Of course, I'll arrange it right away."

The orc shopkeeper found a few workers to carry the leather armor and followed Wu Heng back to his residence.

They piled it all in the courtyard, and Wu Heng counted the sets, paying the appropriate amount.

The orc shopkeeper's face lit up with joy.

It was rare to encounter someone like Wu Heng, who paid the full amount upfront.

"Captain, would you need more of this leather armor?" the shopkeeper asked eagerly.

"Can you offer a better price?" Wu Heng countered.

The shopkeeper quickly calculated in his head and said, "I can offer you 32 coins per set, but you'd have to order at least 200 sets."

"Alright, make 200 sets, and let Duke know when they're ready."

The orc shopkeeper's already wide grin grew even larger. "Great! I'll get started on it right away."

"Good."

They chatted a bit more, and the shopkeeper left with his workers.

Duke and Sword One, along with Sword Two, started moving the armor inside.

Once everything was inside.

Duke scratched his head and asked, "Captain, where to next?"

"Let's go. I'll treat you to lunch at the tavern."

After eating at the tavern, Wu Heng told Duke to head home, while he returned to his residence.

...

Back at his residence.

He opened the portal and went directly to the zombie world.

Commanding the skeletons to transport the newly purchased leather armor.

He piled it all in another room.

Then, he selected 100 level 5 skeletons and began equipping them with the armor.

Big Head Skeleton was with Li Yanhong and her group at the prison.

Commanding everything himself was a bit troublesome.

The convoy hadn't returned yet either, so he'd likely have to wait until tomorrow.

After working for a while and finishing everything.

He opened the portal again and returned to his residence.

...

The next day, in the morning.

Wu Heng went back to the Adventurer's Guild.

Upon entering the hall, he noticed there were more people today than a couple of days ago.

The teams that had been sent to assist the Iron Guard Knights had returned, standing at the front desk discussing something.

Wu Heng moved closer, eavesdropping on a few sentences.

They were talking about item rewards.

It seemed the Warhammer Party had been dealt with.

Though he wasn't sure what the outcome was.

Just as Wu Heng was about to turn and head to the lounge.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a woman's figure walking down the corridor, escorted by several mercenaries.

Long brown hair, wearing leather armor.

Beside her was a 'Leopard'.