As for how to save themselves, the two of them would need to discuss it and make a decision afterward.
"Or else, or else, let's run. If we stay here, death will come for us sooner or later.
We might as well leave Lingwu City. There may still be a sliver of hope. Even if Meng Zhao's Unrivaled Martial Arts were peerless, he could not split himself in two. He could not possibly hunt you and me down personally.
And even if the Meng Family dominated one region, they were not the Beitang Imperial Clan that Ruled the World. They could not hunt us to the ends of the earth.
Brother Tu, what do you think?"
Running away was indeed, comparatively speaking, a rather good solution—at least for the two of them.
"Run? It's not impossible, but both you and I have great households and considerable businesses. We have estates to deal with, family members to arrange, martial artists under our command, and so on. If word leaks out and Meng Zhao discovers it, it will only hasten our exposure."
After pondering for a moment, Tu Liang shook his head. If he could run, of course he would have fled at the first opportunity. But reality was that, like Zhu Kuan of Weicao Hall, he had many family members and no few disciples. The related properties and shops would take time and proper channels to liquidate. If someone discovered them while they were selling off their assets and informed Meng Zhao, they would surely be heading down a dead-end road.
Meng Zhao did not have only the Meng Family at his command. There was also the Yangwu Army, along with countless dependents, allies, and those who fawned upon the powerful.
A mysterious smile appeared on Zhu Kuan's plump face, yet