Chapter 67

As for these ten intermediate loyalists.

Ye Tian had already made arrangements: Head Eagle and Feiyu would follow him first; the four martial artists, he planned to build a martial arts school for them to teach boxing.

Previously there were too few subordinates, but now there are more.

In this era, a martial arts school with real skill will never lack apprentices—it can cultivate enforcers for himself, and his own men can also learn boxing.

Especially those primary loyalists, though lacking special talents, are all strong and robust.

If they trained in even a few martial techniques, their strength would be undeniable.

The two blacksmiths were assigned to Chuitou's forge; as for the carpenter, it was also a fine skill, easy to place.

As for the cook.

Ye Tian thought for a moment and still assigned him to his own residence— as his power grew, someone might try to poison his food.

Food made by loyalists, Ye Tian could eat with greater peace of mind.

Upon returning to his residence, the first thing Ye Tian did was arrange for Chuitou to forge two high-quality longbows and a quantity of arrows.

Head Eagle and Feiyu had previously used only ordinary wooden bows, of mediocre quality.

Though powerful, they wore out quickly, suffering damage after a while and needing replacement.

Only two high-quality bows and arrows were worthy of Head Eagle and Feiyu's status as divine archers.

"Boss."

Both wore expressions of deep emotion.

They had just arrived and done nothing yet, yet received such a grand gift from Ye Tian; precisely because of their identity as divine archers, they knew better than anyone how precious two high-quality bows truly were.

In this age, a good bow and arrow could be passed down through generations.

"You two, like Tiequan and Guijiao, will simply stay by my side—my safety is now entrusted to you."

"Rest assured, Boss."

Head Eagle raised his hand and patted his own arm, speaking seriously.

"With me here, no one will harm the Boss."

"That's right, same with me."

Both men's arms were unlike ordinary people's—thick as a woman's thigh.

People say archers are weak in close combat—that's pure nonsense; drawing a bow demands arm strength, especially holding it drawn for long periods, requiring absurdly great force.

If they truly engaged in close combat, they could knock out one opponent with each punch.

"We won't let anyone harm the Boss either."

Tiequan and Guijiao also grew anxious now, fearing all the spotlight would go to Head Eagle and Feiyu.

"Hahaha! With the help of all my brothers, I'm like a tiger gaining wings—say no more, tonight we drink until we pass out!"

In high spirits, Ye Tian immediately took the men out for a proper drinking session.

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"You can rest assured—if Hai Jiaolong truly makes a move, Zhong He Bang will not stand idly by."

Meanwhile, within Zhong He Bang's territory.

Looking at the several Haipo Gang members before him, Zhong He Bang's Bangzhu Wu Luo gave a firm assurance.

Though he had recently recruited many new men, Haipo Gang, still uneasy due to ThreeSeaGang's power, directly chose to ally with other gangs—these past days, Haipo Gang had approached several other gangs.

Due to the threat from ThreeSeaGang's Hai Jiaolong, almost no one refused Haipo Gang's alliance offers.

Zhong He Bang, though small in territory, controlled two small docks.

If counted properly, they were also one of Hai Jiaolong's targets.

Moreover, Zhong He Bang's Bāngzhǔ himself was an old fox—when alliance was at stake, no matter his true intentions, he would certainly give a surface agreement.

"Bāngzhǔ Wu is truly magnanimous and righteous."

Hearing this reply, the Haipo Gang members relaxed considerably.

With so many gangs uniting together.

Surely even Hai Jiaolong, intending to lead ThreeSeaGang and swallow every dock in Linshui City, would have to think twice.

"In that case, we shall take our leave."

"Won't you sit and have a drink?"

"No, no—we still need to contact other gangs, no need to be formal."

Wu Luo rose and smiled politely in farewell, saying only two courteous words, without any attempt to insist they stay.

But.

"Dad! Dad!"

Just then, Bái Wěicái and Xiǎo Bàwáng returned; as soon as they entered the gate, Xiǎo Bàwáng shouted at the top of his lungs.

Hearing the voice, Wu Luo's smile instantly darkened, but noticing the Haipo Gang members had not yet left, he quickly put on a smile again and turned to look.

"Hahaha, my son is young, so naturally rowdy."

"..."

Young?

Looking at Xiǎo Bàwáng as he walked over—this tall, burly man—the visitors truly could not see any trace of youthfulness.

But.

Their goal was to win over Zhong He Bang; naturally, they would not mock him now, instead nodding and smiling in agreement, exchanging a few more pleasantries before leaving.

After everyone had left.

Little Tyrant grumbled discontentedly.

"White Uncle, why did you pull me back just now? This is our Zhong He Bang territory—why should we fear outsiders?"

It was only because Bái Wěicái had been quietly holding Xiǎo Bàwáng back the whole time that Xiǎo Bàwáng would otherwise have truly not cared about those people's identities and was about to keep shouting a few more lines.

"Bāngzhǔ."

Bái Wěicái was a bit helpless, but since Wú Luó was right here, Bái Wěicái could only look at Wú Luó first.

"Mm!" He first gave Bái Wěicái a nod.

Then, when he looked toward Xiǎo Bàwáng, he directly gave a light snort.

"They're people from the Sea Soul Gang. This cooperation with the Sea Soul Gang is very important. If you cause me any trouble, watch out or I'll break your legs."

The threat from ThreeSeaGang's Sea Flood Dragon was indeed very great.

Even though he carried himself with the status of a 'senior,' Wú Luó still had to prepare something in advance.

"Dad!"

Unruly and unbridled in front of outsiders, Xiǎo Bàwáng was still very afraid of his own father.

"This time it really wasn't me causing trouble, it was that so-called Yù Gōngzǐ, he was the one who struck first, if you don't believe me ask Uncle Bái."

Wú Luó knew that not long ago Xiǎo Bàwáng had gotten into some friction with Yù Gōngzǐ's subordinates, but feeling that Yù Gōngzǐ was only a junior, Wú Luó had paid it no mind—his own son had gone to find Bái Wěicái, wanting to go and win back some face.

Wú Luó knew this as well.

He was simply turning a blind eye to it.

But judging from the current situation, it seemed that face had not been won back.

"What happened?"

Wú Luó frowned and looked toward Bái Wěicái; compared to his own son, Wú Luó trusted Bái Wěicái more.

"This... although the Young Bāngzhǔ was a bit reckless, that Yù Gōngzǐ was indeed overly overbearing, completely disregarding the face of our Zhòng Hé Bāng."

In fact, the very beginning of this whole mess was trouble stirred up by Xiǎo Bàwáng himself.

Going to someone else's territory to drink was one thing, but he was even preparing to publicly force those few girls to go with him on the spot—this was a wine house, not a brothel—but of course Bái Wěicái definitely could not say it like that.

"Dad, you see, right?"

Hearing these words, Xiǎo Bàwáng's face was full of smugness, as if he truly didn't feel he'd done anything wrong—it was all the other party's fault.

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