One knew one's own affairs best. Dug had done far more than Gao Yong and the others imagined.
Since ancient times, no established old power had ever been willing to witness the rise of a new force.
The cake was only so big. Once a new force rose, it was bound to shake their interests.
What was more, Dug had risen by trampling on their faces and poaching their people. No one would tolerate that.
Justice and righteousness? Weren't they still decided by whoever had the bigger fist?
If there had only been Dug, then the concerns Gao Yong and the others raised truly would have been problems. No matter how strong an individual's martial prowess was, he could not contend against the whole world.
Dug could kill one expert, perhaps two, but that was the limit. Once the Three Gates and Five Sects came to their senses, he alone would not be able to protect the Peacekeeping Gang.
If the Peacekeeping Gang fell apart, Luyang City would descend into chaos. Then his foundation would shatter, his personal attributes would decline, and he would be powerless to turn things around or rise again, ultimately being eliminated.
But with Feng Zhong, things were different. The Tongue of Right and Wrong could perfectly muddy the waters of the entire martial world, leaving the Three Gates and Five Sects with no time to deal with him.
Dug firmly believed that if he were given enough time, he would have the chance to defeat the Three Gates and Five Sects one by one.
As long as the Peacekeeping Gang swallowed the assets of one or two major sects, no one in this world would ever be able to shake his position again.
Thus, as soon as Luyang City had stabilized, Dug instructed Feng Zhong