"Listen, everyone stay still! I almost got scared to death, and if I exert too much force, the little birdie might get pulled off. That would be a disaster!" Barrett Walk said with a smile, patting Darcy Parker's face and looking at the restless crowd, teasingly.

"You're ruthless!" Darcy Parker bent over, in great pain, pointing a finger at Barrett Walk and warning his men, "Listen to him, don't move!"

"Let's go, come with me! I'm afraid if I let you go, they might get agitated later. The summer heat is no joke!" Barrett Walk said as he forcefully fanned himself, grabbing Darcy Parker and heading towards Ferg Clair. He asked, "Feng Shui master! Give me a fortune! Where should I sleep tonight?"

"Hmph! Kid, you won't make it through tonight."

"Is that so?" Barrett Walk squeezed Darcy Parker's hand, causing him to scream in pain. He then shouted at the person who had spoken earlier, "Do you want me dead? Shut up, get out, quickly! What are you waiting for, a bunch of cowards, don't know until they feel the pain!"

"Or, you can sleep here tonight!" Ferg Clair stood up, still the same as ever, loving to show off and loving the divine path and smoking. Despite Barrett Walk's significant changes, she still recognized him at a glance.

"Ferg, how could you..." Darcy Parker reached out as if to grasp his love.

"Why not, you want to sleep here, you can stay here tonight too," Ferg Clair said, then called out to the inside, "Hurry up and come out to work, guests will be arriving soon."

"Let's just leave it at that, okay?" Barrett Walk blinked at Darcy Parker, saying with a hint of entreaty.

"Okay!" Darcy Parker smiled, but deep down, he hated Barrett Walk. "Okay, my foot, I'll make sure to deal with you later."

"Alright, I'm letting go now." Barrett Walk let go of Darcy Parker's hand. Darcy Parker continued to smile, then suddenly lashed out, trying to grab Barrett Walk's hair. Barrett Walk had been growing his hair for over a month, just long enough to grab, but he kicked Darcy Parker in the groin, yelling, "A man should not make life difficult for another man."

Darcy Parker's smile froze, he could even hear the sound of his own eggs breaking on the ground. He lay there, listening to Barrett Walk's words, now wanting to cry. Have you always been the one making things difficult for me? He yelled from the ground, "Where are the people? Where have they all gone? Beat him, cripple him for me."

"Ah, this poor child has been gone for so long, and he's learned to fight!" Ferg Clair showed no sign of worry as she looked at Barrett Walk, just shaking her head. Looking at the cowering waiters, she thought they shouldn't have picked a fight with students from outside the theology school. Look at them, what a sorry sight, not many of them have any spirit.

As the crowd surged in, all in black suits, with long knives in their hands, Barrett Walk felt a slight tremor. Is blood going to be spilled? He grabbed Darcy Parker and asked, "If you die, can you take responsibility?"

"Hmph! If you die, I won't take responsibility," Darcy Parker remained stubborn.

"Good! As long as you said that, if you lose later, you'll follow me!" Barrett Walk said to Darcy Parker, not waiting for his reply. He charged forward, knocking two people out with his fists, leaving the rest of the group stunned, but then they reacted and started wielding their knives towards Barrett Walk.

In a flash, Barrett Walk's control of his strength was just right, enough to render his opponents unable to fight. But what was even more impressive was that every punch and kick he landed on someone would send them flying several meters, intimidating them more than causing actual harm!

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"Do you want more?" Darcy Parker asked, looking at the twenty or so men under his command. In just two minutes, they had been knocked down by Barrett Walker's fists and feet. Darcy had stopped screaming and now just stared at Barrett with his mouth hanging open. Was this guy really so skilled? Darcy had never even qualified as a skilled fighter himself.

Enduring the pain in his groin, Darcy stood up and said to Barrett, "I won't fight anymore. It's unreasonable for you to demand that we follow you, but in this day and age, strength is the most important. So, I have no choice but to join you. I can transfer all my assets to your name immediately. But I have one request..."

"What request?" Barrett Walker was taken aback by the unexpected turn of events. He hadn't expected this man to actually offer to transfer his assets. But he figured he needed something to do besides just training at the university. Otherwise, life would be too boring.

"Are you from the border area?" Darcy asked.

"I just left there this morning, but I expect the government troops have already started a major crackdown," Barrett replied without explicitly confirming his origins. But he knew that was enough.

"I tried to persuade them to come out and join us in this place. Even though the territory I control is small, it's enough for my brothers to live. Do you know Greed Wolf? The top fighter in the Wolf Gang?" Darcy seemed a bit forlorn. If a border resident came to this university town, they could finally escape the 'lowly' status imposed by the federation. And he believed that the environment here would not drain away their border spirit. They might even be on par with the tough students from the Warrior Academy.

"Is Greed Wolf the top fighter? Hmm, I really don't know, but I've had a run-in with him!" Barrett thought of the time Greed Wolf was beaten to a pulp and ended up with a nosebleed. It was quite amusing to think about.

"Brother, even though you look very unconventional, I recognize you as my elder." Darcy grimaced in pain as he spoke. "My request is to try to connect with students and residents from the border area and unite us together to form a new gang."

"Your idea is good, and I accept it. Without a little challenge, things are getting boring around here!" Barrett saw right through Darcy's intentions. He wanted to use Barrett's power to expand the gang, and it was very likely that he had strong support in the border area. But if he couldn't even overcome these challenges, what qualifications would he have to vie for the position of war god in the future?

Darcy felt a bit awkward. He had made plans to use Barrett, but it was also for the sake of the border area. But seeing Barrett's bold and confident demeanor, he couldn't appear too petty. He immediately called out to the crowd of people lying on the ground, groaning in pain, "Get up, you lot! There won't be any more Hawk Gang from now on. Elder brother, give us a new name!"

"Let's call it the Felling God Gang!" Barrett thought for a moment and said.

"Elder brother, isn't that too arrogant?" Darcy was sweating profusely. "Felling God?"

"Not too arrogant. After hard work, there will be opportunities," Barrett patted Darcy on the shoulder and said.

"Not too arrogant, but still a bit too much?" Darcy looked at Barrett with an admiring expression. He thought to himself, don't get yourself killed and drag us down with you! But under Barrett's domineering aura, he didn't dare to say anything more and just said, "Elder brother, our territory extends from this part of the eastern city to the corner of the street. I own a total of three casinos, and the largest one, Imperial Might, is mine. If you ever need anything, come find me anytime! You take care of your business."

Darcy cast a complicated glance at Ferg Clair and left with his injured men.

Imperial Might. He hadn't expected this guy, who was not very capable, to have acquired a five-star casino! In his previous life, Barrett had a tragic fate as the grandson of a war god. He attended public school and worked several jobs, and had never set foot in such a luxurious casino. The only time he had been inside was for that one fight.

"Proceed! My dear boy, you have matured. Do you want me to pay you protection money?" Ferg Claire looked around as people left, and Barrett Walker was in control. He didn't destroy anything, just helped up some accidentally knocked over tables and chairs.

"Fergie! How did you know it was me?" Barrett Walker asked, puzzled.

"Did you forget what I am called, half-wit! You couldn't even figure that out, then my reputation as a half-wit would be ruined," Ferg Claire said somewhat smugly to Barrett Walker.

"Well! How did you come to own this bar? You wouldn't tell me that your savings could open such a large bar, or did you use your charms on that man just now?" Barrett Walker asked with a smile.

"You little rascal, do you want a beating? Speaking of which, I haven't even come looking for trouble with you yet!" Ferg Claire suddenly turned serious, indeed, a woman's mood changes faster than flipping a book.