Hot water sprayed from the showerhead and poured down on Tangdon's back, washing away his recent fatigue.

  In the bathroom, steam rose and the sound of loud talking was covered by the sound of running water.

  Dunton leaned against the wall with both hands, took a comfortable breath and let his mind go blank for a while before starting to think about how to deal with the upcoming problem.

  Downton found himself surrounded by troubles recently with Molesley, Lister, Hannah and even a bewildered Dafydd.

  If Tangdon died in the dagger mine, it would be a bargain for Robinson. After excavating the wealth of the entire underground city, with his IQ and talent, he can become one of the top two richest men in Delanke, become a new nobleman, and enter high society.

  "I've seen hatred, but I don't know how strong that black-robed wizard is. Oh right, and there's also a skeletal giant dragon." Tang Dun muttered to himself as he reached for the soap, only to find someone had snatched it away before him.

  "Hey, Downton, can I borrow your big hammer for a sec? You don't mind, right?"

  One of the workmen stepped forward, rubbing his hands and smiling obsequiously, but Tanton saw a glint of malice in his eye.

  "Master Builder, you must be tired, let me give you a back massage!"

  "Please sit here and I'll wash your feet."

  "Boss, yesterday's battle was really an eye-opener for us, you're too awesome!"

  A group of miners gathered around, showing great enthusiasm, as if they were facing their ancestors, serving Tang Don.

  "Are you trying to stall for time?" Tang Dun's words made the thugs' expressions freeze, and they didn't dare to utter a word.

  "Haha, you're joking, but we really admire you, the only one who dares to provoke the big bosses single-handedly. In these ten years, you are absolutely the first person."

  The workers echoed in agreement, their faces somewhat unnatural. They did this as instructed by the foreman, naturally to drag out time and make it convenient for them to steal things.

  They exchanged glances, and the thugs hesitated again. What if the other party wanted to leave? What would they do themselves? Would they really start a fight? Since witnessing Tang Don's one-on-five battle with over 50 people yesterday, they no longer dared to provoke Tang Don. They didn't want to end up as corpses, thrown into an abandoned well.

  But in order to survive in the mine, the foreman's orders are also not to be disobeyed.

  "What's the point of being so clever, Di Boro, a commoner youth?" The thugs muttered to themselves in their hearts, praying that the foreman would hurry up, and when they saw that Tang Don hadn't left, they let out a sigh of relief, but were also somewhat perplexed.

  "What? This kid can't be an idiot, can he?"

  "Isn't he afraid of losing things?"

  The thugs were still daydreaming when suddenly a loud "boom" shook them to the ground, leaving their ears ringing.

  The workshop building was shaking violently, and even the ceiling of the bathroom had cracks, with some fragments falling off, hitting the workers who were covering their heads.

  "Here's your soap!" Tanton walked into the dressing room, wiped off the water droplets on his body, put on his shorts, and walked out of the bathroom.

  The corridor was crowded with onlookers, and as soon as they saw Downton appear, they immediately greeted him with a smile and stepped aside to make way for him.

  "Downton Abbey."

  The waves of flattering voices have already demonstrated Tang Dun's status.

  "Sir, something happened in your room and it suddenly exploded. I'll find someone to clean up the mess and arrange a new room for you."

  "It's nothing." Downton wasn't in a hurry. With Homma's proud personality, since he said don't worry about it, it was definitely foolproof.

  The dormitory was blown through and through, the walls around were pitch black, all scorch marks, but the backpack on the bed was intact.

  There were three charred corpses on the ground, which had been burned to a crisp. A pungent smell of burnt offerings wafted through the air.

  "Have you set traps in the room?" Hamlet, who was standing in the dormitory praying for the three unlucky ones, asked as soon as he saw Downton come in.

  "Hmm!" Tandon opened his backpack and indeed saw the magic book lying quietly inside.

  "What a pity, just as three thieves arrived."

  On the cover page, a line of words appeared, with a hint of disappointment between the lines.

  "So that's the purpose." Tong Dun suddenly realized, he thought Holma didn't let him bring it because it was already a done deal, but he didn't expect there was also a plan to take advantage of the situation and kill.

  As an ancient magical book, Holma's self-preservation methods are numerous. The last time it was taken by Os the Great Craftsman was because it disguised itself as a ordinary book, which is inconspicuous and safer. Now that many people have seen it, there's no need to hold back anymore.

  Even if it was Tang Dun who took the hit head-on, he would be severely injured, if not dead.

  "With just three soul remnants, it's only a bit more than the magical energy I consumed. What a loss." Homura muttered, "If I had known earlier, I would have made it bigger and blown up the entire factory. There must be a group of mages here, and we can harvest quite a few soul remnants."

  Dundun was shocked, for the first time he found out that Holma, apart from being poisonous and arrogant, was also a dark belly, but fortunately, it wasn't a terrorist, and hadn't gone crazy to the point of blowing up the entire mine.

  "What's with that expression? You don't think I'm going to blow up the Daggerford mine, do you?" asked Horma.

  "No, how could Lady Grantham possibly do such a thing?" Downton protested.

  "Hmm!" Holma projected a skeptical tone, clearly disbelieving.

  "What's going on?" The security guards in black uniforms arrived, each holding a baton and looking menacing. "Get out of the way, don't block the road."

  "It's you again causing trouble, come with us!"

  The foreman who had a grudge against him looked at the three corpses and knew that the plan had failed, but it didn't matter, there was still a second move, as long as Tang Don was brought into the dark prison, how to torture him, wasn't it up to himself?

  "What are you? How dare you interfere with my business?" Downton sneered.

  A one-meter radius light circle appeared beside Tang Dun, and a bronze giant hand grasped the torn dragon tooth and handed it over.

  "We are the foremen, and the entire mine is under our control." The head of the foremen was about to die from anger, not even the big workers' heads or the mine owners dared to speak to them like that.

  "Oh, I see, that was in the past." Tong Dun nodded, "From now on, except for Master, no one has the right to control me."

  "Long live Chairman Mao!"

  The trusted followers who came with him heard this and felt extremely domineering, shouting loudly. Their fate is now tied to Tang Dun's, so they naturally support him unconditionally.

  "Seize him!" the foreman shouted.

  Tang Dun grasped the torn dragon fang and activated the Giant's Power, then chopped towards his head.

  Everyone saw a clenched fist symbol appear on Tang Dun's forehead, and as the golden light flashed, a blood-colored one burst out again, followed by a head rolling onto the floor.

  Headless corpse was like a fountain, bright red blood gushed out from the neck, and splashed everywhere.

  The entire corridor was silent, with faces full of incredulity. They thought Tang Don was just bluffing, but he actually took action and directly hacked the foreman to death.

  "You! You!"

  The remaining foremen were scared out of their wits, stuttering and unable to speak. These people didn't seem like those big shots who relied on brute force to climb up the ranks; they weren't relatives of the old master or the eight trusted advisors, but rather had obtained their positions through sweet talk or by paying a high price.

  Used to relying on the power of supervision, still able to show off, now encountering a Tang Dun who doesn't eat this set, so can only swallow bitterness.

  "Say one more word and I'll kill you all!" Tang Don's voice was calm, wiping the axe blade on the fallen corpse.

  Danton did it on purpose, believing that this statement would soon reach the ears of Dofenk. After what happened last night, seeing that servant and hearing Hamlet's introduction, if he still doesn't understand the situation in the mine, then he is too stupid.

  The foremen looked at the battle-axe that seemed to be about to chop down at any moment, and didn't even bother to collect their colleague's body, hastily leaving. When they reached the staircase entrance, one of them finally dared to shout loudly.

  "Let's go and see, Tanton."

  The henchmen watched as Tangdon left, and then they started whispering to each other again. As old-timers, they understood the recent situation in the mine, but most people didn't think much of Dofenke, after all, Duosha's prestige was too great.

  "If Dofenke wins, then Tandong will definitely become rich from now on."

  "It's said that Dusha hasn't returned to the duke's mansion immediately, but is still lingering in his suburban estate. This shows he hasn't given up yet, and it's hard to say who will end up with the deer."

  "It's a matter of life and death, I heard from a little bird that Duofenke took office too quickly and suddenly. Dusahafu has accumulated a lot of wealth over the years, all hidden in some abandoned mine shafts in the mountains, there is no way to transport it away, whoever replaces him will not be willing to give it up."

  The thugs couldn't help but swallow their saliva. If they could find that wealth, wouldn't they be set for life?

  "Thunderton, you're too brutal." Halle accused, "As a Holy Knight, you shouldn't be bloodthirsty."

  "Are we waiting to be caught and killed by them?" Tong Dun knew Haley's moralistic personality, so he wasn't angry. "For the crimes they've committed, death is only a belated punishment. If I don't take action, even more miners will be abused and killed by them."

  "But..."

  "May their souls rest in peace in heaven!" Downton's eyes dropped down, praying devoutly.

  Hamlet is no longer quarreling but praying, and his movements are more perfect than Danton's, with a sincere heart to pray for those dead souls.

  "Hmm, this seems to be a good way to interrupt his endless chatter!" Tong Dun glanced at Hare and found that he was indeed a devout believer in the goddess.

  After a good night's sleep, Tang Don felt refreshed and went to various mining areas in the morning. Immediately, someone kept flattering him, and some small foremen even started offering him bribes.

  After a big battle, only three of the big bosses were left, and these small bosses also plotted and bribed various places to send money, wanting to rise to power.

  Of course, Tang's martial arts are too powerful, especially those who have seen them with their own eyes, dare not oppose him, and can only send money to let others agree to be the leader.

  Downton found out what happened last night at breakfast and was very pleased, so he decided to bring the meeting time forward.