Chapter 110: Defending

Cheng Feng was not at all surprised that Sui Ran would try to get to the bottom of the Hong Sect.

What was strange was that Sui Ran was being so sneaky about it.

This made Cheng Feng sense some ill intent.

After Cheng Feng made arrangements for the eight hundred and one, only the Hong Sect disciples remained.

Honestly, at a time like this, being able to eat hot meals with meat at every sitting and also getting silver, this was definitely Cheng Feng treating them generously.

Cheng Feng had originally wanted to cultivate their combat strength a bit more!

Given the current situation, Cheng Feng could no longer worry about other things.

He brought out all twenty iron blades he had spent one hundred taels to have forged at the blacksmith shop previously and distributed them to the top twenty strongest members of the Hong Sect.

The bottom thirty would have to defend against enemies with their fists or provide their own weapons.

After three months, everyone had three taels of silver in their pockets.

Those ranked lower would have to get their own weapons.

The former Hutou Gang also followed such rules; it could be said that the entire gang world was like this. For those who had ability and strength, the Lao Da would even equip them with fine gear; as for those without strength, they could only rely on their own power to protect themselves.

When the weapons were distributed to everyone, they began to familiarize themselves with them one by one. Those ranked lower looked at the weapons before them, their eyes filled with eagerness and longing.

For men, weapons were undoubtedly a unique romantic sentiment. Especially since the place Cheng Feng found this time was the same blacksmith shop that had forged the Silver Feather Sword.

Although these uniform Xiuchun Dao only used ordinary wrought iron material, the style was novel and the design was handsome.

Each one was worth five taels of silver, and the total of twenty cost a full one hundred taels, and the price was absolutely non-negotiable.

For the sake of good weapons, and also to deal with the crises that might arise, Cheng Feng could only pay the bill.

These past few days, Cheng Feng had been running back and forth between home and the gang, sometimes having a bit of fun at home during the day, and sleeping here at the Hongmen Training Ground at night.

Cheng Feng stood quietly to the side, inwardly waiting for the trouble Sui Ran might cause. What exactly was the reason that led Sui Ran to make such a big fuss?

Aside from the secret recipe for producing Fine Salt, it seemed hard to think of anything else. Presumably, it was precisely because of the huge profits contained within that it attracted opponents whose eyes were red with greed like starving wolves.

However, Cheng Feng was not afraid at all. He firmly believed: if a true friend visits, there is naturally fine wine to treat them; but if facing a vicious wild wolf attacking, he also has sharp blades and spears to serve them.

Cheng Feng found it hard to imagine; he himself had already sold it for ten times the profit, so what price was Sui Ran selling it for, that it could make Sui Ran, who had been very cautious when looking at Cheng Feng initially, do such a sneaky thing?

As the night deepened, the courtyard of the Hong Sect was silent, with only faint firelight flickering. Cheng Feng stood at the entrance, his gaze deep, as if he could pierce through the darkness and see everything clearly. He knew that Sui Ran's attack would not be long in coming, but he had also long been prepared.

The Hong Sect disciples had already returned to their rooms to rest, but the iron blades in their hands still shimmered with a cold light. These iron blades each condensed his hard work and expectations. Cheng Feng hoped these iron blades could become a protective umbrella for the disciples, allowing them to forge ahead courageously when facing enemies.

Time passed bit by bit, but Cheng Feng's heart remained vigilant. He knew that Sui Ran would not let this opportunity go; he would definitely try every possible means to seize the production method for Fine Salt. However, Cheng Feng was not afraid.

Powerful martial force was his greatest trump card.

Finally, a burst of hurried and heavy footsteps tore through the tranquility of the night like a thunderclap. Cheng Feng's heart relaxed, his brows furrowed slightly; he knew well that the headache-inducing Sui Ran had arrived.

He slowly turned around, his gaze cast toward the depths of the courtyard. Sure enough, he saw Sui Ran leading a group of people dressed in black with fierce expressions, rushing over like starving wolves pouncing on prey.

Their faces were filled with hideous and terrifying smiles, as if they had already foreseen the dawn of victory in sight.

Facing such a formation, Cheng Feng did not show the slightest sign of panic. He stood quietly in place, his eyes cold as ice, projecting an indestructible light of determination.

He knew very clearly in his heart that this moment was the perfect opportunity for him and the Hong Sect disciples to show their skills and prove their own strength.

"Brothers, show the gear in your hands and swear to protect every inch of our Hong Sect's land!" Accompanied by Cheng Feng's resonant and powerful command, the Hong Sect disciples filed out from their rooms like arrows released from a bow, everyone gripping sharp iron blades, fearlessly meeting the group of murderous men in black. A thrilling life-and-death struggle unfolded at the old site of the Hutou Gang.

This was actually the Hongmen Training Ground, and everyone was already familiar with this place.

The force Sui Ran brought was not small; Cheng Feng estimated there were twenty or so.

Sui Ran saw that Cheng Feng was prepared, and raised his hand to signal his subordinates. The twenty-some men behind him exuded an aura of absolute obedience to orders in every gesture, carrying the unique aura of an army.

Once Cheng Feng saw this kind of momentum, he felt it was a bit troublesome; he hated these people with connections behind them the most.

Cheng Feng actually really wanted to slap Sui Ran across the face a couple of times.

Why go around snooping when you have nothing better to do?

Wouldn't it be better to cooperate properly and sell salt?

He had to force him to take action to solve all the problems.

Now Cheng Feng's salted fish life was shattered.

But not coming wouldn't work either.

Isn't it just being blinded by greed? It's not like Cheng Feng hasn't seen it before.

It's just, who is the person behind this guy?

If he kills him directly without finding out clearly, nothing should happen, right!

Cheng Feng estimated it wouldn't work, but he would avoid taking action if he could.

He signaled with his eyes for Wang Hu to step forward and talk.

Wang Hu stepped forward fearlessly and said loudly: "This brother, may I ask where you come from? What business do you have that requires discussing it in such a remote place in the dead of night? And you brought so many people, even holding sharp blades; what exactly is your intention?" His voice was loud and powerful, revealing a sense of majesty.

Sui Ran scanned the Hong Sect disciples emerging in the courtyard, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly to reveal a carefree smile. He cupped his hands in a salute and responded politely: "What a coincidence! I didn't expect this to be the Hong Sect's territory; this little brother has been rude. I was just passing by tonight; perhaps I drank too much and lost my composure. I will definitely visit in person on an auspicious day in the future and beg Sect Leader Wang to grant me the favor of a meeting."

Cheng Feng pondered inwardly that this Sui Ran could be considered a person of some standing; seeing that the situation was unfavorable, he immediately thought of retreating. However, Cheng Feng did not care about the so-called change in the situation.

At this moment, his home had been visited by thieves, and someone actually dared to come and steal property; how could this be tolerated? He would absolutely not sit idly by!

How can there be a reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days?

Since they had come, Cheng Feng, relying on his own Blood Refining realm and the eight hundred hidden guards, knew that the strength of the people who came was not high.

Then let these guys be used for his subordinates to practice their skills!

They couldn't let them come for nothing.