"Please, Junior Brother, go on." Seeing his earnest expression, Zhao Tie turned serious as well.
"To be honest, Senior Brother, I've only just arrived here. Because of some trifling matters before, I formed a bit of a grudge with the Black Tiger Hall in the city."
Fang Yuan quickly recounted the conflict between himself and the Black Tiger Hall.
"I'll be leaving the county for several days this time. There are only my wife and younger sister-in-law at home, and I truly can't set my mind at ease. I'd like to ask Senior Brother to look after them from time to time if you can."
After hearing Fang Yuan's request, Zhao Tie's opinion of him rose another level. He was a man who valued loyalty and affection.
Zhao Tie raised his thick brows, with no trace of fear on his face. "I wondered what it was! Those scum from Black Tiger Hall are used to bullying the weak and fearing the strong. Don't worry!"
He paused, then continued, "Over the next few days, I'll often take a turn near your home.
I'll also tell the constables I know who patrol the streets to keep an eye on that alley. With me, Zhao Tie, around,
I guarantee your wife and little sister-in-law will stay safe and sound, without losing a single hair!"
Listening to Zhao Tie's promise, the last thread of concern in Fang Yuan's heart vanished like smoke.
In Qinghe County, the status of a Direct Disciple of Zhengyang Martial Arts School was itself a resounding banner. Ordinary forces would never dare provoke one lightly.
A deliberate "passing by" from a Second-grade Martial Artist was enough to form an effective deterrent.
"Then many thanks, Senior Brother Zhao!" Fang Yuan gave him a deep bow, committing this favor to heart.
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