Evening, Black Tiger Gang headquarters.
Gang Leader Lei Biao sat on the inner room bed with blood-stained bandages wrapped around his chest, clearly injured quite heavily.
Wang Xiaochuan pushed the door open and entered, holding a Wooden Box in his hands. At this moment, he completely lacked his usual arrogant bluster.
"Gang Leader, the medicine you wanted has been brought back."
Lei Biao opened his eyes and took the Wooden Box.
He leaned back against the couch, gritting his teeth in deep hatred as he said:
"We truly miscalculated this time. I originally thought it was just an ordinary caravan, but who could have known it harbored an expert with Second Qi and Blood inside."
On the surface, the Black Tiger Gang was a criminal syndicate that collected protection money, and many things they did in secret were no different from Mountain Bandits.
After all, famines had been continuous these past few years, and those villagers in the countryside couldn't even afford to eat their fill; how could they squeeze out any spare cash?
Depending solely on those filial tributes, the dozens of people in the gang would have starved to death long ago.
It was a common occurrence to casually pull off a job when running into a small-scale caravan.
Only, they hadn't expected to run into a hard obstacle this time.
"Fortunately, there were many of us," Wang Xiaochuan also held some lingering fear in his eyes. "We swarmed them, and it was thanks to us managing to hack that fellow to death."
"Indeed..."
After resting for a moment, Lei Biao raised his eyes to look at Wang Xiaochuan. "Xiaochuan, has that batch of goods obtained this time been checked thoroughly? How much are they worth?"
"They've been checked, Gang Leader. In total, eighty taels; they're all just