By the shores of White Horse Lake, a mountain stronghold had been built against the slopes. This was the headquarters of the White Horse Gang, where its elite White Horse Battalion was stationed.
In the main hall of the White Horse Gang's headquarters, a silver-haired elder in white robes sat upright in the seat of honor. Beneath him sat a burly man built like an iron tower, whose features bore some resemblance to the elder's.
Below the silver-haired elder and the burly man sat more than a dozen men of various builds and appearances. The one sitting closest to the two was a portly middle-aged man—the very Liu San who had once gone to Teng Village to collect its annual fees.
"Father!"
The burly man, Hong Zhenjie, spoke up. "This Li Commerce Company and this Teng Qinghu are taking themselves far too seriously! They invited us to attend their banquet tomorrow, and even invited all the merchants and gangs in the city..."
Whenever Hong Zhenjie mentioned Teng Qinghu, contempt filled his face. In his eyes, Teng Qinghu was merely an insignificant nobody from a small village ruled by his White Horse Gang and forced to survive by paying annual fees. Yet he had actually dared to send an invitation to the White Horse Gang. He was simply clueless.
"Liu San, what do you think of this?"
The silver-haired elder, Fourth Master Hong, ignored his son. He knew exactly what kind of person his son was. His martial arts were adequate, but he still lacked experience and needed to study the ways of business properly.
The portly middle-aged man, Liu San, pondered for a moment before smiling broadly. "Fourth Master, I think this is simply Li Commerce Company's refusal to accept that we ruined their militia plans. They're trying to win