Zhu Wushi had worn a satisfied smile throughout the banquet. It was nothing more than playing along.
He had been here for a day, yet he still had not received the answer he wanted. Not a single faction had declared its submission, nor had anyone come to speak with him, Zhu Wushi, about Hanshan Prefecture.
What he wanted was not their roundabout agreement and flattery. Their slogans could shake the heavens, but they were useless.
Nor did he want their so-called sincerity. What were they trying to achieve by giving him gifts? They wanted to ensure their own interests remained untouched, perhaps even fight for greater benefits.
Greed knew no bounds, but greed could also be fatal.
He knew very well what these people gathering together signified.
Zhu Wushi wanted to establish his authority, and so did these people. Ostensibly, they were welcoming him, but were they not also demonstrating their strength in secret?
They had gathered nearly seventy percent of Hanshan Prefecture's forces: the Prefectural Governor, the Judicial Commissioner, the Prefecture Army Commander, officials from every side, Martial World gangs, trading houses. They had even wanted to pull Zhu Wushi into their circle. Heh.
Did they truly think Zhu Wushi would not dare to act?
After the banquet, Zhu Wushi and the others rose to leave. Many of the rare treasures gifted to them were loaded onto Zhu Wushi's carriage, with Menban, Sledgehammer, Duan Tianya, and Cheng Shifei each receiving their share.
Menban, Sledgehammer, and Cheng Shifei even had their arms full of gifts, and the smiles on their faces could not be concealed.
Zhu Wushi had tacitly approved of this. If they gave gifts, then take them. It would not stop him from dealing with this lot.
"Lord Zhu, let us gather again another day."
Looking at Wang