Chapter 222: Night of Assassination

Ferrier’s current mindset was quite interesting. For over a decade, everything she had been proud of had turned out to be a wedding dress for a bunch of people. Although she hadn’t completely given up on herself, she was filled with a “let it all burn” feeling because she simply couldn’t muster the energy to start over again.

To vent her frustrations, Ferrier not only became one of the masterminds behind this incident, but she also personally wrote a death list.

Now, this list had become a death warrant. In the increasingly chaotic town, those on the list died in various coincidental or unfortunate ways, making room for the people Owen sent.

To avoid suspicion, the ninjas responsible for the killings secretly fueled the chaos and randomly eliminated some unlucky individuals, making it impossible to trace the source because there were simply too many suspects.

Even before the ninjas took action, some clever individuals seized the opportunity to kill their rivals and frame others. As the chaos spread, more and more people had this idea and carried it out. The assassins and killers in the town were overwhelmed; each had more than one contract in hand. Sometimes, someone who had hired an assassin one moment became the target the next.

In such chaos, the traces left by the ninjas became insignificant. Even Sherlock Holmes himself wouldn’t be able to find the culprit because there were simply too many murderers in this damned place. In the style of a comic book, little black figures were running amok everywhere, and even Conan would be exhausted from chasing them down. There were just too many murders happening this night.

In addition to the Flesh and Blood Church, the operation to eliminate the Demon’s Head also encountered difficulties.

Compared to the large and powerful Flesh and Blood Church, the Demon’s Head was much smaller. A few warlocks huddled in a civilian house, and because they were always cautious and sensed the impending threat—after all, demons have a keen sense of intuition—they managed to escape in time.

However, they never expected that the ninjas had already tampered with their escape tunnel. As a result, one stepped on a landmine and died instantly, leaving two others severely injured.

The three surviving demon warlocks were ruthless. They didn’t flee immediately because they knew they had fallen into a trap. Simply running would lead to certain death. So, without hesitation, they sacrificed their three companions, both body and soul, to a demon, summoning dozens of demons and activating the monsters hidden nearby, causing even greater chaos.

Due to a combination of human actions and unforeseen circumstances, Ferrier Town was on the verge of destruction without anyone realizing it. One-third of the buildings had been destroyed, and countless civilians fled in panic, but many still fell victim to the flesh monsters and demons.

It wasn’t until dawn that everything finally subsided.

Sitting on the terrace, Ferrier listened expressionlessly to the bad news brought by her sweating confidant.

Nearly half of the town had been destroyed, with hundreds of casualties. The management suffered the most, almost completely wiped out. Anyone unaware would think they were on the frontlines last night. But in reality, after arranging the assassinations, they were immediately targeted by assassins sent by others, and not just one wave. It could be said that the local assassins completed more tasks last night than in the past three years combined.

This was quite awkward because everyone had previously tacitly agreed to place their people in Ferrier Town, and things had been relatively peaceful.

Who would have thought that last night, everyone seemed to have the same idea, wanting to eliminate some competitors? So, you lit a fire, I added fuel, he poured oil, and it all went out of control.

Samui silently acknowledged that this was all her doing.

Although there were mutual assassinations last night, it wouldn’t have been possible to achieve this effect with assassins of varying skill levels. However, there were more professional ninjas to fill in the gaps and clean up the mess. As a result, over half of the management could collect their severance packages. The rest, even the lightly injured, would need years to recover. As for the severely injured, if there were job opportunities for the disabled, they might have a chance to return to their posts and shine again.

But this was obviously impossible. Ferrier took out a large sum of money and food, selecting suitable candidates from the rioters to replenish the population, and posted notices to recruit talents.

Owen had promised her that the administrators he provided would be mixed among the spies sent by various forces, becoming part of Ferrier Town and quickly helping her manage the influx of people.

Rioters were not easy to accommodate. Besides having enough money and food, one had to be able to control them; otherwise, it would backfire.

There was no shortage of money and food. Ferrier’s little treasury was quite substantial, and Owen also provided food support. Let alone one or two thousand people, even feeding the entire town’s population wouldn’t be a problem.

After giving these people a full meal, the administrators didn’t give them any time to rest and immediately put them to work. Soldiers with muskets stood guard, supervising their labor.

This wasn’t because they weren’t compassionate but because people tend to overthink when they are full. These were rioters after all. If they banded together to rebel, whether they succeeded or not, Ferrier Town would likely be lost. So, they ate, worked immediately, slept after work, woke up, ate, and worked again, leaving them no time to think.

Once the houses were built, following Owen’s approach, properties and farmland would be directly distributed.

Only those with nothing to lose are fearless. Once they had fixed assets, these so-called rioters would become obedient citizens because they wouldn’t be willing to part with the property they had dreamed of all their lives.

Ferrier Town stabilized at an astonishing speed and quickly recovered its vitality. The small, underhanded actions gradually ceased because they couldn’t find an opportunity.

But Hydra’s support for Ferrier didn’t end there, and the aftermath of this incident wouldn’t be so simple.

Neither the Demon’s Head nor the Flesh and Blood Church were the kind to swallow their losses. Not retaliating would be a disgrace to their evil organization’s name.

And this was precisely what Owen hoped for. As long as Ferrier didn’t fall, this hatred would be firmly attracted to her, and his territory could take the opportunity to develop, absorb more people, and complete the generational change.

To this end, Owen specifically sent a small team of ninjas and ten witch hunters to ensure her personal safety, and dispatched Howard to help her reorganize the soldiers and train a pure firearm army.

As Owen expected, the rapid development of Ferrier Town attracted a lot of attention. Due to Ferrier’s complex relationships and the unknown number of her admirers, it was difficult to determine the forces supporting her. This attracted even more people, not only out of curiosity about Ferrier but also about what had happened that night.

To be able to wipe out a Flesh and Blood Bishop, dozens of Flesh and Blood Cultists, and several Demon Warlocks from the Demon’s Head in one night was no ordinary feat. Even the Black Hand had dispatched a group of elites to Ferrier Town.

Upon learning this, Owen secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He could finally focus on developing his territory with peace of mind.