The Peacekeeping Gang.
Du Ge had arranged a special welcome banquet for Tong Shihong, and all the alliance's mid- and upper-level members had turned up to keep him company.
Inside and outside the Iron Palm Sect's former compound, tables had been set out one after another, offering food and drink to all the people passing by.
A long banner hung above the Peacekeeping Gang's entrance. It read, "Warmly celebrating Tong Shihong and the Divine Fist School joining the Peacekeeping Joint Defense."
The gang's morale had been low these past few days. He needed a master like Tong Shihong to give the Peacekeeping Gang a shot in the arm and show everyone that following the Peacekeeping Gang meant a bright future for them all.
Tong Shihong sat beside Du Ge, looking at the Peacekeeping Gang's jubilant members with a face as dark as water. The people of Luyang City came and went as they pleased, dropping by just to get a look at him. It made him feel like a monkey on display.
He had never imagined Du Ge would make such a big show of it.
A banquet with tables laid out for everyone?
Was he getting married?
And yet, he couldn't blow up at him.
After all, he had lost to Du Ge. If he went back on his word, his reputation in the martial world would be ruined.
What was more, Du Ge had seated Qiu Yuanlang's family at the table beside him.
The people afflicted with Fear of the Delicate trembled like quail whenever Wang San so much as glanced their way. Tong Shihong had no desire to end up like them.
It was a wordless threat.
This man had first-rate brains and martial arts. With someone like him stirring things up in the martial world,