Meng Zhao had roughly formed a plan after learning this information. Next, he would visit the Little Knife Society and see what Chen Xiaodao was made of. Perhaps he might even take the opportunity to rescue San Gouzi's grandfather.
In the dead of night, Meng Zhao used Wind God's Leg, blending into the clear night breeze without a sound as he slipped into the Little Knife Society's compound.
The Little Knife Society had been founded by Chen Xiaodao. It was not a large gang, with barely over a hundred members. The only one truly capable of fighting, the only one who knew martial arts, was Chen Xiaodao himself. The rest were merely able-bodied men with a rudimentary grasp of fist and foot techniques, if they knew any at all.
Because they lacked strength and had no special connections apart from Yan Congke, the Little Knife Society could not rake in money from the prosperous parts of Kaiyan County. Thus, they set their sights on the poor common folk, and their headquarters was located near one of Kaiyan County's notorious slums.
The people living here were mostly impoverished commoners, with few nobles or officials in sight. The authorities paid little attention to the area and often neglected patrols, so crimes and atrocities were a common sight. The Little Knife Society was the chief among these evils.
There were scarcely any people around the Little Knife Society either. It was so hated that even dogs would roll their eyes at it; people would rather take a detour than wander nearby, afraid that one careless step would get them extorted or beaten senseless.
Still, there were quite a few men inside the Little Knife Society's compound. Its three main gates were each guarded by six men wielding broadswords. They occasionally whispered among themselves;