While Zhang Zhi worked hard to persuade his comrades, Wang Xuan was not idle either.
At present, the greatest obstacle restricting Wang Xuan's development was his foundation—or rather, his lack of capable people.
To address this, he had established the world's first training school for organized and vibrant social groups, but that still could not make up for the shortage of fighters under his command.
On the surface, Wang Xuan had many underlings and could call out four or five hundred people at any time. In reality, however, not one of them—including Ah Wai and the other three—was a true member of the East Star Society. None of them had entered the Fragrant Hall or offered that stick of incense.
In other words, all of Wang Xuan's underlings were peripheral members of the organization.
These peripheral members were no different from office workers. The only difference was the nature of their jobs—they were likewise just doing work for money.
Moreover, the little money they received was nowhere near enough to make them risk their lives. So when it came to a critical moment, he could not count on them.
And Wang Xuan did not have as much time as Big Brother B had had to train Chen Haonan for ten years.
After all, he had only three years. More than four months had already passed.
Zhang Zhi was now Wang Xuan's shortcut to success. As long as he brought back a group of veterans from the Annam battlefield this time, they would be able to support Wang Xuan and give him a solid foothold.
Most importantly, Wang Xuan did not need to worry about their loyalty. First, their families were under his control. Second, the outcome would be decided after three years—and regardless of the result, Wang Xuan estimated that