No sooner had Long Wu left than Lin Chen's vigilance failed to ease. The cracks exposed this time were more glaring than anything on the surface. In the days ahead, the Fierce Tiger Gang could no longer be allowed to drift unchecked.
Previously, burdened by too many affairs, he had neglected much of the gang's business, giving the worms their chance to bore in. Now, he had to step in personally and train this force with his own hands.
After all, the Fierce Tiger Gang was not merely one of Western Liang City's foremost powers. It was also the foundation upon which he stood in Western Liang—his backbone, his base of operations.
With that thought, Lin Chen abruptly rose and strode toward the door—he would personally answer the call, join forces with Four Tigers and Long Wu, crush Hu Xiaolin, and purge every last rebel.
Before, his heart had been too soft. He had left room for mercy, and so nurtured the root of today's disaster. This time, he would not show the slightest bit of leniency.
Just as he stepped over the threshold, he suddenly saw a figure flash by the manor gate—another distinguished guest had arrived.
Lin Chen looked up and saw that it was Blood Sha and Cold Moon of the Liang Province Mercenary Corps.
The two had only just stepped into the Lin residence and had yet to call for someone to announce them when they ran into Lin Chen, dusty from travel and hurrying out with the wind at his heels. They looked at each other, then cupped their hands and asked:
"Young Master Lin, has something urgent happened? From the look of you, I'm afraid it's a matter of utmost urgency."
Seeing Blood Sha and Cold Moon, the corner of Lin Chen's mouth lifted,