The convoy traveled all afternoon before finally reaching an estate on the outskirts of Luo River.
Wolf Fang Gang.
At the entrance to Wolf Fang Gang, an old man lay curled up, shivering from the cold.
It was nearly early autumn, yet the old man wore only a thin shirt. His hands and feet were frozen red, and he did not even have shoes. He lay on the stone steps outside the gate, seemingly on the verge of freezing to death.
Dou Chenggong's face darkened with anger. "Butler!"
The butler pushed open the door and froze. "Oh! Gang Leader, you're back!"
Dou Chenggong pointed with his riding whip. "What's going on here?"
"Oh!"
The butler hurriedly explained, "This man came begging. Good grief, after a few mouthfuls of soup, he even wanted liquor, so I drove him away. Who knew he'd stubbornly stay outside the gate?"
Dou Chenggong snapped, "Get him out of here! What kind of sight is this, lying around at the entrance to my Wolf Fang Gang? If he freezes to death at our gate, wouldn't that be bad luck?"
"Yes, yes, yes. I'll drive him away right now, right now..."
The butler pulled a whip from his waist and began lashing the old man with loud cracks.
The old man woke from the pain, groaning as he crawled beneath the wall.
The butler lashed him again and again. "Damn it! You old bastard! You got me scolded by the Gang Leader! Drink, drink, drink! A drunkard like you won't survive this winter anyway. Just freeze to death here!"
The old man pleaded bitterly, but the butler paid him no attention.
Dou Chenggong snorted, dismounted, and entered through the gate.
Just as the butler was about to bring his whip down again, Lu Chengwen grabbed his wrist.