The atmosphere suddenly grew oppressive. The other young men nearby looked worried, a little afraid as they watched them.
Young Master Xu Ji wore fine clothes. He wasn't in charge yet, but in the workers' eyes, he was practically no different from the one who was. The Shopkeeper usually didn't like to show his face, and in the whole estate, wasn't Xu Ji the one who had the final say in everything, big or small?
Who would dare offend him? Weren't they afraid of being sent packing?
Whether they came from the town or the village, their families had gone to great lengths to get them into the Red Lantern Society, where they could earn a living and learn a skill.
If they were sent back, they might as well be dead.
Besides, Young Master Xu Ji was skilled in his own right. He knew every move the Shopkeeper taught, and he was far ahead of the other workers. If they actually fought, they'd be the ones to suffer...
"Big Brother, they're about to fight..."
At the same time, while tensions were rising outside the courtyard, an oil lamp burned on the Eight Immortals table in the main room of the inner courtyard, where the Old Shopkeeper lived. A pale-faced girl sat in a large vat filled with herbal medicine, only her head showing above the surface. She spoke anxiously.
"Mm. Let them fight!"
The Old Shopkeeper held a strange lump of flesh, slowly squeezing blood out of it. His expression was cold.
"They were bound to fight sooner or later. They're all young and full of fire. If they don't have a scrap, I'll think the new workers we recruited this time have no backbone!"
"Let them fight hard and show what they can do. Then we'll know who