Little Cold Village had now thoroughly become Meng Zhao's private domain.
Not only had it been swept through and expanded, but suitable personnel had also been stationed along every crucial route, equipped with fine weapons.
At a glance, it looked less like the territory of some rustic country squire and more like a royal retreat or private estate, its residents either wealthy or noble.
Meng Zhao had always only needed to grasp the overall direction. So long as he used good people, the right people, and people with precise judgment, that was enough to hold up such an enormous operation.
Moreover, his martial arts were peerless. Those beneath him might harbor a few petty thoughts, but before they could defy him or escape his control, they would never dare put on one face while acting with another.
Thus, the vast Little Cold Village lay entirely within his grasp. He might not know every part, every organization, and every cog by heart, but he was familiar with seventy or eighty percent of them.
Recently, aside from his daily martial arts cultivation, he had devoted more attention to several groups that had newly appeared in Kaiyan County.
Yes, several groups.
The Dragon Protector Secret Service represented by Kang Tongxiao was merely one of them. The moment he entered the city, Meng Zhao's men had already recognized him.
Later, when he met with his five subordinates in that restaurant's private room, it too had remained under Meng Zhao's watch.
Of course, this man's martial arts were extremely high, his internal energy profound, and his spiritual senses keen. It was difficult to get close enough to eavesdrop, so the contents of their conversation remained unknown for now.
The other two groups were no easy customers either.
One of them was the White Dragon Venerable