Chapter 192: The Leader of the Whisperers

Chapter 192: The Leader of the Whisperers

A wealthy merchant family in the inner district was slaughtered, and the Warhammer Party attacked the outer district.

They didn't assign anyone to me earlier, and now, at this critical moment, they've suddenly sent two people.

I had a bad feeling about it.

Now it's confirmed—both of them are moles planted by others to keep an eye on me.

The rogue was sent by an outsider to gather any information about me.

And the swordsman is Gomez's man.

He was sent to monitor my actions.

After the previous incidents, Gomez already suspected me.

But without solid evidence, this time he directly assigned someone to my squad to monitor me up close.

The rogue's case is different from the swordsman's.

At least with Gomez's man, if he discovers something, there are still Guild rules to follow, and there's room to maneuver.

But the rogue was sent by someone outside to gather intelligence.

The people behind him could be the Iron Guard Knights, the Secret Cult, or some other hidden group interested in me.

Killing and questioning would be the simplest and most effective method.

But the rogue is now a member of my squad.

With that status, it's not easy to act too openly.

I'll just have to play it by ear and see what these two are after.

After resting for a bit.

Wu Heng got up and walked toward his residence.

...…

Near dusk.

Footsteps and voices came from downstairs.

Minnie and Andviel had returned from outside, along with a few skeleton guards.

The city had become increasingly chaotic, and shops were closing earlier.

Selling more or less goods wasn't the main issue—it was about the safety of the people.

Wu Heng walked downstairs.

The two women looked up when they heard the footsteps, their faces lighting up with joy and relief.

"Master!" Minnie cheered, throwing herself into his arms.

She clung to him affectionately, snuggling against him.

Wu Heng hugged her soft, supple body briefly before setting her aside and asking, "Everything alright at the shop?"

Andviel hung her coat on a nearby rack and answered, "No issues for now, but the outer district is getting chaotic. I saw several fights break out in the herbal shop across the street, and the gangs had to step in to maintain order."

Wu Heng had been unlucky.

After Andviel adjusted the prices a few times, they barely aligned with the market.

Now, with one incident after another, the shop kept opening and closing.

They hadn't made much money overall.

But there wasn't much to be done about it.

"The inner district is starting to cooperate with the outer district for joint defense. There's little chance of a full-scale riot, but be cautious when you go out. If anything happens, go to Wen Mansa at the Spikes Gang," Wu Heng advised.

The two nodded in understanding.

After sitting in the living room for a while, they went to prepare dinner.

...…

Knock knock knock~

Just before dinner, there was another knock at the door.

Minnie bounced over to open it.

Wen Mansa, dressed in leather armor with weapons at her waist, walked in.

She was followed by a few guards.

She hung her cloak by the door, smiled as she turned around, and called out "Master" before heading into the living room.

Wu Heng nodded, "How's the outer district?"

"There are signs of unrest, but the gangs are keeping things under control for now. No large-scale fights have broken out," Wen Mansa said as she sat down. "The Spikes Gang has been tasked by City Hall with patrol and security duties."

"Is City Hall planning to support your gang?"

In this city, gangs were everywhere—anyone pulled off the street was likely part of one.

But only the more reputable gangs received any backing from City Hall.

The Spikes Gang had been small before, and now City Hall was assigning them tasks.

"It's not support. They first assign tasks to all the gangs to count their numbers. When the time comes to fight the Warhammer Party, they'll use us as frontline cannon fodder, an old trick," Wen Mansa said with a touch of helplessness.

Wu Heng understood what she meant.

It was essentially conscription for the gangs. When there was nothing to do, they would patrol and maintain order, but when a real fight broke out, they'd be sent in first.

Wen Mansa, as the gang's leader, had seen this kind of tactic plenty of times.

Yet even knowing this, the local gangs didn't have much choice.

Either comply or be crushed.

Any hesitation or refusal, and they'd be wiped out by other gangs before the Warhammer Party even showed up.

"What do you plan to do?" Wu Heng asked.

"Sigh..." Wen Mansa sighed softly before replying, "The Spikes Gang has drawn too much attention lately. After wiping out the White Wolf Gang, we recruited a lot of new members, catching City Hall's eye. There's nothing we can do now but go along with their patrols. It doesn't hurt us for now."

That made sense.

Whether or not the Warhammer Party would actually attack was another matter.

Defying City Hall's orders now wasn't a smart move.

It was better to wait and see. If a real war broke out, then they could figure out the next step.

"Alright, stay safe," Wu Heng said.

"I will, Master."

They chatted for a while.

Dinner was ready.

The group gathered to eat, with Wen Mansa playing the role of the big sister, asking about the other two's situation.

She offered advice now and then, like she was scolding her own children.

Minnie and Andviel kept their heads down, eating quietly.

Sitting with Wen Mansa, a gang leader, put some pressure on them.

It made the atmosphere a bit tense.

...…

After dinner.

They chatted in the living room for a bit.

Minnie practiced her boxing with Bagdong, while Wen Mansa and Andviel discussed matters regarding the shop.

As it got late.

Wu Heng took Wen Mansa to the bedroom, while Minnie and Andviel went to their rooms to rest.

Adventurers had strong physiques, with more endurance than ordinary people.

After several rounds.

Wen Mansa's face was still flushed as she quietly climbed back on top, sitting on him.

Wu Heng extended his hands, cupping her soft, full curves, and said, "Lately, you've been quite aggressive."

Though he didn't mind it, Wen Mansa's assertiveness had become a bit extreme.

Every time they met, this routine had to be followed.

Wen Mansa gave him a seductive look, "Does Master not like it?"

"I do," Wu Heng smiled, "I'm just concerned you might be under some pressure."

Wen Mansa hesitated for a moment before saying, "Master, at my age, if I want a child, I have to be more proactive."

After she said that, she paused.

Looking at him with a pitiful expression, she asked softly, "Is that okay?"

Wu Heng was taken aback.

In this world, people married and had children early.

At Wen Mansa's age, it was indeed getting late.

"Then let's try harder."

"Mhm, thank you, Master."

Wen Mansa beamed with joy and became even more enthusiastic.

...…

Afterward, Wen Mansa calmed herself down.

The flush on her face faded slightly, and she said, "The Spikes Gang now has nearly two thousand members. Once this Warhammer Party situation is over, we'll be in a better position to gather intelligence for you and help you gain more merit."

Wu Heng's hand continued to caress her smooth skin as he said, "There's no rush. The squads have all paused their bounty-hunting missions for now. We can talk about it later."

"Oh, that's fine then," Wen Mansa smiled and nodded.

Wu Heng got up, drank some water, and pulled out a bottle of 'Strength Potion' from his space ring, "Here, take this. It'll boost your strength."

Wen Mansa narrowed her eyes slightly and smiled, "Master, where did you get something like this? If it even exists, it's something only nobles could afford."

"Do you think I'd poison you?"

Wen Mansa shot him a reproachful look, "What are you saying? I'm yours, there's no such thing as poisoning."

"It's a good item. It wasn't easy to get. It'll help you protect yourself better."

The potion was made from corpse cores.

It wouldn't raise her level, but it would directly enhance her attributes, which was practically the same as leveling up.

"Alright!" Wen Mansa didn't take it herself but crawled down from the bed.

She knelt on the floor, looked up, and opened her mouth, "Master, pour it in."

"Don't spill it."

"Then be careful."

"You're getting better at this. Open your mouth wider."

Wu Heng slowly poured the potion from the bottle.

Under the silver moonlight, the potion shimmered even more brilliantly.

Wen Mansa's throat moved as she gulped it down.

After finishing the potion.

She lowered her head and let out a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, Wen Mansa's face flushed, and her whole body began to turn red.

She collapsed onto the floor, moaning softly.

But soon, the strange reaction disappeared quickly.

Wen Mansa returned to normal and stood up, moving her body slightly.

Her face showed a surprised expression, "It really seems like I've gotten stronger."

"Of course, this potion is very rare." Wu Heng wiped the droplet at the corner of her mouth and pushed it back into her mouth.

"Thank you, Master."

"Alright, rest now. It's getting late."

The two returned to bed and rested in each other's arms.

...…

The next day.

After breakfast.

Wen Mansa left early, as she still needed to oversee her gang and couldn't stay long.

Minnie and Andviel also headed to the shop.

Wu Heng opened the portal, first going to the zombie world to check.

After confirming that Li Yanhong and the others hadn't returned, he left home and headed for the Guild.

Upon entering the hall.

A staff member approached with a sealed letter.

"Captain Wu Heng, this letter is for you."

"Thank you!"

Wu Heng took the letter and walked directly to the rest room.

The squad members hadn't arrived yet, and the rest room was empty.

Wu Heng sat at the desk and opened the letter.

The quick response was a bit unexpected.

Tearing open the envelope, he confirmed it with a glance.

It was a reply from Slater.

The contents of the letter advised him to stay away from the Secret Cult and not get too involved with them.

It also mentioned the strange item—the Blood Chalice.

According to Slater, this item was linked to the Evernight Clan, and it would be better for Wu Heng to hand it over to her rather than the Secret Cult, as it would benefit both him and Slater more.

In the letter Wu Heng had sent to Slater, he had only mentioned the Blood Chalice, since it was just an artifact from a wanted criminal.

He hadn't expected it to involve the Evernight Clan.

"No wonder the response was so fast. She was afraid I'd sell the Blood Chalice."

It seems Slater was lucky.

Wu Heng and the Secret Cult were now at odds, to the point of life and death, so no amount of money would make him sell it to them.

Holding the letter, he glanced at it again.

Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind.

Among the faction leaders in the Guild...

The leader of the 'Whisperers' was none other than the vampire 'Lilith Anne Beshmit.'