Pan Meiren and Dong Xinchang were sworn enemies who would have liked nothing better than to tear the flesh from each other's bones. Neither had ever dreamed they would shake hands in this lifetime. The moment Xu Yi pulled their hands together and stacked them one on top of the other, both shuddered. It was utterly disgusting.
Even Pan Meiren couldn't help trembling. His voice quavering, he made his position clear.
Dong Xinchang had no choice but to agree.
Xu Yi let go of their hands, and each snatched his back at lightning speed. Then Xu Yi said, "Since Brother Dong is willing to lend me a hand, may I ask you to analyze the situation for me?"
Dong Xinchang understood. Xu Yi was preparing for trouble before it arose: within Dongshan Prefecture, he wanted to deal with the Black Lotus Cult; beyond it, he wanted to brace for the inevitable reprisal from the Black Lotus Cult's main headquarters once its branch in Dongshan Prefecture was dismantled.
To accomplish all that, he first had to understand the situation. And to understand the situation, he could hardly do without Dong, the former head of the Black Lotus Cult in Dongshan Prefecture.
Though his heart was filled with a thousand grievances, Xu Yi had already trapped him fast, leaving him no room to struggle. Worse, Pan Meiren was right there like a vicious dog, liable to lunge and tear into him at any moment. The thought alone made Dong Xinchang's head throb.
While Dong Xinchang pondered, Qin Shousheng spoke first. "In my humble opinion, sir has only just arrived in Dongshan and has yet to establish a firm footing. It would be unwise to wipe out the Black Lotus Cult there immediately. You could let me and Sixth Senior Brother take control