Three Sins Against Heaven

After returning to the room, Little Tiger handed two steamed buns to Dylan Chen.

"You eat them, I'm not hungry," Dylan shook his head.

"How can you not be hungry?" Little Tiger directly stuffed the two buns into Dylan's arms, dissatisfied, "I know what you're thinking. You gave your buns to that person. But weren't those four buns all yours? Two of them were mine. The remaining four buns also have two that belong to you. We agreed before, no matter what, we share everything equally. Have you forgotten?"

"It's my fault, I was being too formal," Dylan smiled warmly and started eating the buns.

"That's more like it. Buns are so delicious, and we don't always get to have them at home. Eat up," Little Tiger said, biting into his bun with a simple, honest smile on his face.

Seeing Little Tiger eat so happily, Dylan felt a warm sensation in his heart.

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The next day, after finishing his cultivation, Brian Qin left the buns and departed, just like yesterday, four buns per person.

Those who didn't get buns from Thomas Yang yesterday rushed to Dylan's line, causing the original people to start pushing and shoving, with some even resorting to fighting.

"What are you doing!" Dylan shouted, finally calming everyone down. He scanned the crowd with a sharp gaze, "Only those who got buns from me yesterday can line up here. There are too many people for me to remember, so look at the people around you. If you see someone unfamiliar, push them out. I only have enough for 1,500 people, not one more!"

After a moment of silence, those trying to sneak into Dylan's line walked away dejectedly.

But with this delay, even if they went back to Thomas Yang's line, they wouldn't get any buns and could only look at Dylan with resentment.

Dylan ignored them, his expression unchanged.

There were only so many buns, and he couldn't ensure everyone got one. He could only take care of his 1,500 people.

After a night of thinking, he realized that Brian Qin had him and Thomas Yang distribute the buns to see them compete.

Since they had to compete, he couldn't treat everyone equally. There had to be differences to create division.

As long as he took care of his 1,500 people, over time, they would become loyal to him.

As for how much trouble Thomas Yang had, it was none of his concern—the more trouble, the better.

Thomas seemed to have figured it out too. Even with more people, three buns per person weren't enough.

And if he really gave out three buns, soon everyone would want to go to Dylan.

After distributing all the buns, Thomas walked up to those who tried to sneak into Dylan's line and said coldly, "I remember you. Don't come to me for buns anymore. I don't have any for you."

"Why!" the boys protested angrily.

"Why?" Thomas pointed to those who got buns, "Why don't you ask them if they're willing to give up one bun for you?"

The boys fell silent. Although those behind Thomas didn't speak, their unfriendly gazes made it clear they wouldn't share their buns.

Even if they were unhappy, the majority had gotten buns, and they wouldn't risk angering everyone.

Thomas didn't state the real reason, but they understood. From the moment they tried to go to Dylan, Thomas wouldn't accept them anymore.

The key point was, Dylan didn't want them either.

With just one choice, they became unwanted outcasts.

Even if they took dark green pills every day, they weren't fully inedia Immortals.

Missing one day of food was fine, but over time, it would become a problem.

Dylan looked at the eight remaining buns in the basket and suddenly realized these weren't just buns; they were resources to win people's hearts.

If he could, he wanted to share them equally, but he feared that if he gave three buns, Thomas might give four, putting him at a disadvantage.

Whether Thomas thought of this or not, Dylan had to seize the initiative.@@novelbin@@

Thomas had quickly adapted, using the same strategy as Dylan to win people over and create divisions.

His reaction was fast enough, but Dylan had already taken the lead yesterday. Even if Thomas made up for it in time, his authority wasn't as strong as Dylan's.

From the moment Brian Qin had Dylan and Thomas distribute the buns, this conflict was inevitable. If Dylan wasn't ruthless enough, he would become one of the unwanted outcasts.

Dylan, Thomas, and the outcasts—three factions had quietly formed.

Currently, Dylan and Thomas each had 1,500 people, while the outcasts numbered only a few hundred, the weakest faction without a leader, destined to be bullied in the coming days.

Dylan had Little Tiger take the remaining eight buns and neatly arranged the basket as he did yesterday.

Though Brian Qin didn't say anything, Dylan knew he was aware of his actions. The empty basket disappearing before each gathering was proof.

Such actions might not necessarily move Brian Qin, but they had to be done. Differences are seen in the details.

Over time, the results would be clear.

Dylan scanned the area and noticed the boy who had knocked down Thomas Yang sitting on a distant rock.

Coincidentally, the boy was also looking at Dylan. When their eyes met, the boy quickly looked away, pretending to survey the surroundings.

Dylan smiled and walked over with Little Tiger. Without needing a word, Little Tiger handed four buns to the boy.

"My name is Ryan Ji," the boy said, taking the buns and looking up at Dylan, his gaze not as hard as yesterday.

"I'm Dylan Chen," Dylan nodded in greeting.

"I know, I heard it yesterday," Ryan stuffed the buns into his arms and waved casually, "Alright, you can go now."

"How can you be like this? Dylan kindly gave you his buns, and you don't even say thank you," Little Tiger glared at Ryan.

"So you want me to submit, huh?" Ryan took the buns out and handed them back to Dylan, "I went hunting with my dad in the mountains at ten, shot a tiger at twelve. I've seen all kinds of dangers. Let me tell you, I despise people like you. Trying to win me over with four buns? Don't bother. Take them back. I won't eat for free. I'll repay the four I ate yesterday by snatching some tomorrow."

"I invited you to eat, no need to repay. I'm going to rest now. You should rest early too," Dylan smiled and walked away with Little Tiger.

Ryan didn't say anything, but after Dylan had taken a few steps, he suddenly called out.

"Hey!"

"What is it?" Dylan turned to look at Ryan.

"How many buns will you give me tomorrow?" Ryan asked.

"How many do you want?" Dylan smiled.

"Depends on my mood. When I'm hungry, I can eat a dozen." Ryan said, stroking his chin with interest, "So, how many can you give me?"

"Four, because that's all I have," Dylan replied with a smile, then turned and left with Little Tiger.

Ryan's lips curled into a smile. Just as he was about to leave with the buns, he heard crying nearby. Turning his head, he saw a girl as beautiful as the moon, covering her face and crying.

"Why are you crying?" Ryan walked over and saw she had no buns, teasing, "Crying over a few buns? Have some backbone."

The girl didn't answer, crying even harder.

"It's just a few buns. Is it worth it?" Ryan handed her the four buns, "Take them, stop crying. Your crying is annoying."

"I'm not crying over the buns. We have no one now. Just now, Thomas Yang used two buns to coax and scare a girl living with me to go with him, saying she has to sleep with him from now on. I'm so scared I'll be next," the girl sobbed even harder.

"That bastard!" Ryan gritted his teeth, his fists cracking. Seeing the girl still crying, he softened his tone, "Alright, stop crying. Stay with me from now on. I'll protect you. If he dares to touch you, I'll kill him!"

The girl stopped crying and looked up at Ryan.

"Really?"

"One spit is a nail." Ryan said seriously.

"Thank you," the girl said softly.

"Alright, eat up," Ryan handed the buns back to her.

"I'm not hungry. You eat. You need strength to protect me," the girl said softly.

"Are you stupid? You believe me just because I said I'd protect you? Aren't you afraid of being sold?" Ryan's eyes darkened, and he kicked the ground hard, stuffing the buns into her hands, "Come on, I'll take you to see someone."

"Who?" the girl asked.

"You'll know when we get there. Eat up."

The girl didn't ask further, ate one bun, and handed the remaining three back to Ryan, "I have a small appetite. One is enough."

"No wonder you have no strength," Ryan muttered, stuffing the buns into his arms. Then he turned to the girl, "What's your name?"

"Carol Yan." the girl said softly.

"Nice name." Ryan praised, leading Carol straight to Dylan's place.

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