The bustling pier was extremely noisy, while a small grove of trees lay some distance away from it.
At that moment, several people stood in the grove, staring intently at the guards stationed at the distant pier, where people were coming and going.
"Big brother, these bastards took advantage of us when we were vulnerable. They're absolutely despicable," a short man said viciously. "We can't let them off..."
"That's right."
"They took our things. We can't just let it go."
"We have to make them pay."
The others echoed him one after another, anger showing on every face.
The burly man wearing a hemp outfit stood one meter seventy-five tall, his muscles knotted and bulging as he gloomily watched the thriving scene at the distant pier.
"Quiet."
The furious underlings immediately fell silent. All of them looked toward their big brother, waiting for him to speak.
Zhao Yulong was the nephew of the Chixue Gang's leader. He had previously left to handle some business, and after finishing it, he returned to Dongwu City, excited to report to his uncle—only to discover that the Chixue Gang was gone.
After making inquiries, he learned that the Chixue Gang had been attacked by unknown enemies. Almost all of its higher-ups had died, while every survivor had left the Chixue Gang.
The pier that had originally belonged to the Chixue Gang had changed hands after several rounds of fighting.
Anyone would have found it impossible to accept returning from a trip outside and discovering that their home was gone.
If Zhao Yulong had not seen it with his own eyes and made inquiries from many sources, he truly would not have believed that this had actually happened.
"Big brother?" One of the underlings saw that Zhao Yulong had remained silent for a long while