Early in the morning.
Zhang's Shop was already surrounded by people.
Most of them were from the gangs.
The Jade Dragon Gang and Flying Tiger Hall stood at the forefront.
The leaders of gangs large and small had all gathered in one place.
The Jade Dragon Gang's leader remained hidden inside the sedan chair and did not show himself. Only his voice drifted to the burly man standing at its entrance. "Is everything ready?"
"Reporting to Gang Leader, everything is in order."
The Jade Dragon Gang's leader said nothing more.
Instead, Yuan Feihu of Flying Tiger Hall, seated atop a tall steed, cast a sidelong glance over and said coldly, "Relying on a scrap of imperial kinship and daring to call yourselves Jade Dragons? I see no difference between you and the mud dragons beneath the city walls."
"Hall Master, I've gathered more than a hundred brothers at the outer street."
"At your command, we can..." The groom holding the horse made a gesture of smashing down a command token.
"Don't act rashly." Yuan Feihu remained calm and composed. With a wave of his hand, he said, "At the foot of the imperial city, there are countless experts from the inner palace. Once a riot breaks out, it won't be as simple as a gang brawl. Tell the brothers to relax. This time is no different from before—it's all just for show."
"Yes."
Zhao Qingyi was furious.
"Who leaked the news?!"
The dark-skinned man standing on the second-floor terrace and observing the crowd gave a faint smile. "Paper cannot contain fire. Once the magical weapon arrived, most of them learned the news."
The dark-skinned fellow upstairs, pinching a peanut shell between his fingers, was Shou He.
After seizing the magical weapon, he had intended to use it to strengthen Zhao