That night, Zhou Zhihan, Hong Minghui, and the little girl stayed in the small residence Meng Zhao had purchased in the county town.
After days of rough meals and sleeping in the open, hiding and fleeing, and ceaseless travel, they finally had confidence and someone to rely on. Once they relaxed, they soon drifted into dreams.
Meng Zhao, meanwhile, quietly made his way to Yan Congke's home.
The moment they met, Meng Zhao wasted no words and said directly,
"There's something I need you to do. You know the Hong Sect of Longxiang County, don't you?"
It was already deep into the night, but Yan Congke was a Night Owl. He had only just returned from the gambling house, so he was still fairly clear-headed.
He poured himself a cup of hot tea, blew at the curling steam over its rim, and nodded.
"Of course. I even had a token given to me by the Hong Sect. Later, though, I used that token and repaid the favor. What, does the matter you want me to handle have something to do with the Hong Sect?
"Then I must advise you properly. The Hong Sect is immensely powerful, with tentacles stretching far and wide. It is by no means confined to a single county. In Hebei Province, it is absolutely a hidden giant crocodile.
"Especially Hong Chengtong, the sect master of the Hong Sect. His martial arts are incomparably domineering and fierce, and his strength is boundless. He is not someone to provoke."
Although Yan Congke would work for Meng Zhao, he was not some cold, unfeeling machine. He would still make judgments based on his own understanding and advise Meng Zhao to walk the right path.
Meng Zhao shook his head.
"That was before. I just received word that trouble has