Sanmen City was a small city in the south.
There was a Tiger Sabre Gang here as well.
This Tiger Sabre Gang had absolutely nothing to do with the Tiger Sabre Gang in Xingcheng that Li Fei had wiped out.
They simply happened to share the same name.
The Tiger Sabre Gang of Sanmen City was nowhere near as imposing as the one in Xingcheng. Its leader, Zhang Qihu, did not possess Dao Foundation cultivation, nor had he managed to get on good terms with the local Cessation of Hostilities Bureau's chief.
But crows everywhere were black.
All the vile things the Tiger Sabre Gang of Xingcheng had done, the Tiger Sabre Gang of Sanmen City had done no fewer of.
Today was the eighth day of the second month of Yuanxing Year One. The biggest event in the martial world was that Ascension Sect's Sect Master Wuhui had become a True Lord.
But peaks and heights, True Lords and the like—none of that concerned Zhang Qihu.
That sort of martial world was far too distant from him.
Today was the final deadline for the Sanmen City Tiger Sabre Gang to acquire all the deeds in the old residential quarter south of the city. If the work fell behind schedule, the director of the Chief Works Division under the Ministry of Internal Affairs would fly into a rage.
That was the martial world Zhang Qihu cared about.
"Old Master Zhang, we share the same surname, and our families were one branch a hundred years ago. Please, just do me the courtesy of selling this house."
Inside a three-courtyard quadrangle, Zhang Qihu smiled ingratiatingly at a white-haired old man leaning on a cane.
"Bah!"
The old man spat and said furiously, "Who's kin with a person like you?"
"I already told