With Phyllis's departure, everyone present who had connections to the outside gangs basically spoke up of their own accord.
Bai Lang didn't blame them or beat them. Instead, he let them choose their own paths.
Torun, the white young man, decided to go to Two-Face's side and try to spread the White Dream.
"What if Two-Face catches you?" Bai Lang couldn't help asking.
Torun's lips curled into a confident smile.
"Mr. Bai Lang, you said it yourself: everyone in the White Dream Organization is family. If our family gets bullied, you'll help me bully them right back."
Even Bai Lang couldn't help smiling.
"You're a real character. You're sure to live an exciting life!"
After Torun left, the remaining white young man voiced his concerns.
"Mr. Bai Lang, I think we should play it safe. We've only just managed to eat our fill, and we're still living off a year of your salary."
"We're very grateful to you for that, but we also need to think about what comes next."
"We haven't even learned to run, yet we're supposed to teach others to walk. I can't quite accept that."
Bai Lang had naturally thought about his concerns.
Ever since awakening the power of Magnetic Field Rotation, he had pored over the Huangji Jingshi Book every day, gaining astonishing wisdom from the ancient text.
He wouldn't act so rashly.
Bai Lang looked at him with a mysterious smile.
"Have you forgotten the things I asked you to collect earlier? They'll come in handy."
"I'm holding a charity gala in a few days. Almost everyone from Gotham's upper class will be there."
"The money raised at the gala will fund the White Dream's efforts to save others."
Hearing Bai Lang's plan, some of the worry faded from the white young man's face.