Human Heart, the Jianghu

There was a great deal of information in Soren's words.

The Tumba Family's mistress was not someone to be trifled with.

Once she lost her temper, the consequences would be unthinkable.

Moreover, this mistress was ambitious and quite bold.

The Tumba Family had plenty of money—enough to look down on everyone else.

With money, they could find people willing to risk their lives and gather forces to fight The Officials and the Dongba Family.

That guard captain, Zaxi, had said it before: the Tumba Family's guards were no pushovers, and Zaxi was prepared to go head-to-head with The Officials if it came to that.

"Soren, how many men do we have in the guard now?"

"Our Tumba Family currently has eight hundred household soldiers, half of whom are stationed on Gold Mountain. If we really have to fight, we also have nearly a thousand male slaves. Give them a little incentive, and they'll be willing to fight for their lives too! The Officials may have a thousand elite troops, but they came from outside, so their combat strength is weakened. The Dongba Family only has two hundred household soldiers, and their weapons can't compare to ours at all. Didn't we buy two hundred muskets from the French before? The Officials have muskets too, but less than thirty percent of what we have!"

I truly had not expected the Tumba Family to possess such strength.

But on second thought, it made sense. Guarding a Gold Mountain, they naturally lacked nothing.

Yet the Living Buddha's words still echoed in my ears.

The Tumba Family had done countless atrocious things over the years. Who knew how many innocent people had died in that dungeon? This was the very definition of cruelty born of wealth, wasn't it?

Did I really have to stand up