Another consideration was that ever since Yang Cai had lost to Meng Zhao in their wagered duel, he had been living in the estate.
His days were exceedingly uneventful—some might even call them dull. All he did was practice martial arts.
Supporting such a money-devouring mouth that served little purpose—at least, the Meng Family rarely called on him to fight—meant they naturally had to find him something to do. Having him replace Han Pu and take charge of the Great Banner Gang was quite suitable.
Yang Cai was also seated below. Hearing Han Pu recommend him, he was somewhat surprised and somewhat grateful.
But more than that, he remained indifferent and calm.
It was mainly a matter of temperament. He could peacefully practice martial arts even inside a prison cell, so whether he held power or not did not matter to him. On the contrary, eating for free without doing any work made him feel somewhat indebted to Meng Zhao.
Meng Zhao had originally intended to bring Yang Cai into the army. He was the seed of a fierce general, and the Dragon Tiger Vajra Great Qi Art was no less formidable than certain supreme arts of the military.
But after carefully weighing the matter and realizing it was not the best choice, he nodded and said,
"Good. Yang Cai, from this day onward, the Great Banner Gang will be under your command. If there is anything you do not understand, consult the people within the gang. Should any major matter arise, you must discuss it with the estate. I know you have always loved martial arts and have no wish to concern yourself with mundane affairs, but take this as a means of tempering yourself. Do well, and I will teach you a supreme combat art to strengthen your