Peacekeeping Gang.
Dug had specially arranged a welcoming banquet for Tong Shihong, with all the Alliance's mid- and high-ranking members present to keep him company.
Inside and outside the former Iron Palm Gang's courtyard, endless banquet tables had been laid out for all passing townsfolk to eat and drink freely.
A long banner hung above the Peacekeeping Gang's gates, bearing the words: "Warmly celebrating Tong Shihong and the Divine Fist Gate joining the Peacekeeping Joint Defense."
The gang's morale had been low these past few days. He needed an expert like Tong Shihong to inject the Peacekeeping Gang with a shot of confidence and let everyone see that following the Peacekeeping Gang meant a bright future for every one of them.
Tong Shihong sat beside Dug, his face dark as he watched the jubilant Peacekeeping Gang. The people of Luyang City came and went as they pleased, only to get a look at him, making him feel like a monkey on display.
He had never expected Dug to make such a grand spectacle of it.
Endless banquet tables?
Was this a wedding? Yet he could not even make a scene.
After all, he had lost to Dug. If he went back on his word, his reputation in the martial world would be ruined.
Besides, Dug had arranged for Qiu Yuanlang's entire family to sit at the table beside him.
Anyone afflicted by Yandere's Fear would tremble like quails at a single glance from Wang San. He had no desire to become like that.
It was a silent threat.
With both scheming and Martial Arts at the highest level, this sort of fellow stirring up trouble in the martial world meant there would be no peace from now on.
Tong Shihong shot Dug a sidelong glance, his heart heavy with