Zeng Dong, the bald giant, naturally knew nothing of Meng Zhao and Ji Rushuang's plans. At this moment, he and several minor leaders from the same faction were listening to instruction before Liu Feilong, Iron Leg Vajra, one of the Heavenly King Gang's Eight Vajras.
Liu Feilong possessed formidable martial arts and a burly, domineering build, but he was somewhat roundabout and dilly-dallying in both speech and conduct. He often dragged a group of minor leaders under his command into lengthy lectures. Out of respect for his status and martial prowess, no one dared slight him, much less refuse him, so their meetings were often drawn out for a long time.
Just like now, Liu Feilong had originally gathered these minor leaders beneath him to settle accounts and collect gang dues. Yet as he spoke, he gradually wandered off-topic, until he finally began boasting about himself.
Still, having attained the position of one of the Eight Vajras, second only to the Heavenly King, he could not truly be so unreliable. He soon steered the conversation back to business and assigned tasks to the minor leaders under him.
The so-called business was that, over the next month, the blades and swords of these minor leaders were not to return to their sheaths. Each man was to go out hunting, ensuring that at least a hundred lives had ended upon a single weapon. Those lives had to belong to the rulers of all living things—humans—not livestock slain by a butcher's knife.
Moreover, every minor leader had to contribute at least three such weapons before the task could be considered complete. Otherwise, they would face punishment from the gang. Those who performed outstandingly, on the other hand, would receive promotion.
To be honest, this task shocked all six minor leaders in the room,