"Chairman Jing is bringing a large group of fully armed subordinates. Is he in such a hurry to go on a killing spree?"
Mr. Tie sat atop a two-story building. Despite the sweltering heat, he wore a coat that might have been wool or sable. His dark riding breeches were rolled up to his knees, revealing a pair of sparsely hairy legs in straw sandals. He was filthy, with mud under his fingernails, and looked every bit like an uncouth old peasant from the lower classes. He even picked his nose while speaking.
Yet whenever he spoke, all the other uninvited guests nearby fell silent, seemingly acknowledging him as their spokesman.
Mr. Copper-Iron of the Duke Wanghai Residence had always been the benchmark of the prefecture's retainer industry.
In terms of wealth, combat power, status, and background, Mr. Copper-Iron was unquestionably the top choice. They were generously supported by the Duke Wanghai Residence, were themselves martial artists of the Pinnacle Realm, had almost never been defeated in Profound Candle Prefecture, and had even come from the "pure-blooded" Heyang Army. They could be called the overlords of the bodyguard and retainer industry.
If Profound Candle Prefecture had a "Retainer Recommendation Ranking," "Retainer Monthly Ticket Ranking," "Retainer Collection Ranking," and "Retainer Comments Ranking," the Copper-Iron Brothers would have no problem monopolizing the top two spots—two elite martial artists in the prime of their lives were like authors capable of updating twenty thousand words a day, inspiring endless envy.
"Yes."
Faced with Mr. Tie's questioning, Le Yu remained calm and unruffled. "There are rioters causing trouble at Cape Gate. As the president of the Silver Blood Society, I naturally have a duty to protect Silver Blood property. I can't simply stand by and watch, so I'm bringing people to resolve the issue."
"Good,