Black Whale Courtyard, behind the screen in the main hall.
Inside a dimly lit room.
"These people have gone too far!!"
Long Huaxing's face was livid with rage. The teacup in his hand cracked with fissures from the force of his grip.
At his side, Uncle Rong gave a bitter smile. "Gang Leader, you can't blame them for acting this way. If anyone is to blame, it's Fang Xuan—his ferocity is simply too overwhelming. Ever since he made his name, he seems to have enjoyed hunting down and killing elderly people, utterly without reason. Fang Xuan has scared the wits out of them. They're terrified of following in the footsteps of Yuan Bo, Tan Bo, and Uncle Lin."
"Everyone is already getting on in years. They have no great ambitions left, and at a moment like this, they truly don't wish to offend such a fearsome man!"
Upon hearing this, Long Huaxing's expression eased somewhat, though traces of anger remained. "Even so, they shouldn't have been so rash, casting aside all regard for past relations."
"Gang Leader, times have changed!" Uncle Rong let out a long sigh. "They can't throw away their lives just to save face, can they?"
At those words, Long Huaxing was left speechless.
Then, he looked at Uncle Rong, who had steadfastly remained at his side from beginning to end, and a look of comfort rose on his face. "Ah Rong, after a thousand sails and countless trials, I never expected that you would still be by my side in the end. My life has truly been worth it. Worth it. Worth it. Ah Rong!! What are you holding in your hand?! The Dragon Head Staff?!"
Halfway through his words, Long Huaxing's expression changed. He stared fixedly at the hand Uncle Rong had hidden behind his