Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Morey was prepared and activated the slave contract magic circle he had already set up. The two men's hearts were filled with awe, and they stepped into the formation obediently, kneeling on one knee and saluting solemnly.

As the magical light slowly flowed and merged into their bodies, a wisp of their souls was gently drawn out and sealed onto two tokens. From then on, they became Soren's loyal servants.

Their fates were closely tied to Soren. Their lives and deaths were at his whim. This was the ruthlessness and coldness of the slave contract.

Soren's eyes were like torches, and his voice was low and full of authority, as if a cold wind was blowing, causing the temperature of the entire room to plummet: "Tell me your names? What businesses do you have in the Black Cross District?"

The bald man seemed to have anticipated this. He reacted quickly, slipping to Soren's feet like an eel, his face full of smiles, answering humbly and cunningly: "Sir, my name is Darrens, and I am in charge of recruiting cheap labor in the Southern District. Of course, I also collect some meager sanitation fees to maintain my livelihood."

He tried to win Soren's favor by showcasing his value.

After listening, Soren understood. The so-called recruitment of workers for the workshops was nothing more than extortion, skimming from the workers' salaries; and the so-called sanitation fee was nothing more than a protection fee in disguise, just a means for them to amass wealth.

At this moment, the middle-aged man with a thick beard, filled with awe and panic, crawled to Soren. His voice was somewhat ingratiating: "Sir, my name is Pierce, and I control the flesh trade in the Black Cross District. The so-called sanitation fee is just an extra embellishment to add some luster to my business."

He tried to gain Soren's forgiveness and trust by being frank.

Soren nodded slightly, his eyes flashing with deep contemplation. He slowly opened his mouth, his voice revealing an undeniable authority: "I am the new Sheriff, and not only the Black Cross District, but also the seven districts including White Windmill and Yellow Cart... are under my jurisdiction."

As soon as these words came out, Pierce and Darrens were stunned. They simply couldn't believe their ears.

This new master actually controlled such a vast territory, spanning seven districts, which was simply shocking.

However, when they thought about how these seven districts were the most chaotic places in the West District, a sense of desolation and helplessness couldn't help but surge in their hearts. It seemed that their new master must have been squeezed out by his superiors or offended someone, which was why he was sent to such a chaotic place.

Soren's lips curled into a charming smile, his voice revealing an undeniable authority: "In addition, please ask the two of you to pass on a message to the gang leaders of the other six districts to come and see me. I have some urgent and crucial matters that I need to discuss with everyone."

Upon hearing this, Pierce and Darrens' faces instantly turned as pale as paper. They felt the coldness and power hidden behind Soren's smile, as if they were in an icy and snowy land, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble.

This was the soul pressure from the slave contract, which they couldn't resist at all.

"Yes, sir!" Despite being filled with fear and unease, the two dared not disobey in the slightest and responded respectfully.

Soren nodded with satisfaction, then clapped his hands gently, his eyes revealing a strong interest in the Black Cross District: "Then, next, I will personally inspect this Black Cross District and gain an in-depth understanding of the local customs and practices."

The moment he stepped out of the security station, Soren quickly put on the mask he had temporarily made and prepared one for Morey as well. He whispered, "Put it on, the air here is filled with an unbearable stench."

The two continued forward and soon stepped into the depths of the Black Cross District.

The streets here were narrow and winding, like a maze.

The low houses on both sides were dilapidated, the walls were covered with moss, and a few tenacious weeds occasionally poked out from the cracks.

The air was filled with dampness and mildew, occasionally mixed with the stench of excrement from afar, which was nauseating.

In this harsh environment, a group of ragged children were chasing and playing on the streets. Their faces were filled with innocent smiles, as if they had forgotten the hardships of life.

The adults were busy making a living, either mending their torn clothes or begging along the streets. Although their eyes were filled with helplessness and longing for life, they still lived tenaciously.

Soren looked at all of this, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.

Among the seven districts, the Black Cross District was undoubtedly the most barren. However, Morey's murmur revealed to Soren a secret corner hidden in this barren land.

"I really don't know how people can still go to brothels in a place like this!" Morey's question was tinged with curiosity.

Soren's eyes were like torches. He took a deep look at Morey, and then said firmly: "Let's go, no matter how barren this district looks, it will always have a prosperous area."

Morey was slightly stunned, and then seemed to understand Soren's intention. He nodded and decisively walked towards a passerby, politely asking him for directions.

The passerby originally frowned, obviously displeased by the stranger's interruption. But when he saw the silver coin shimmering in Morey's hand, his attitude immediately changed.

The lure of the silver coin seemed irresistible. A hint of greed flashed in the passerby's eyes, and then he agreed to Morey's request with a smile.

Under his guidance, the two arrived at Kaming Avenue in the Black Cross District. This avenue was not only wide and flat, enough for two carriages to travel side by side, but also the only main road in the Black Cross District that connected to other districts.