On the training ground, the many disciples looked at one another, with none of the righteous indignation Lin Hui had expected.
Most of the young faces showed not anger, but indifference. Perhaps they were waiting—waiting for someone else to step forward.
Thinking it over, Lin Hui understood. The Black Dragon Gate had expanded so quickly in such a short time, and nearly all its disciples had been snatched from elsewhere. With a model like that, no matter how large it grew, there could be no sense of belonging or unity.
Standing at the main gate, he swept his gaze around. Seeing no one answer, he turned to look at Chen Yuan and the others.
Chen Yuan's face went pale, and he involuntarily took a step back. He did not dare face Lin Hui. Even Wang Hongshi had been defeated in an instant; if he went up, he would only be asking for a beating. There would be no other outcome.
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"Things have come to this, and the Black Dragon Gate Master still won't come out?" Lin Hui stared at Chen Yuan. "Why don't you go invite Gate Master Song out? What do you say?"
Chen Yuan's lips trembled. He looked around pleadingly, only to find that his fellow disciples had long since quietly put distance between themselves and him.
"I... I'll go right away!"
As though fleeing for his life, he sprinted toward Song Zhanlong's residence behind the headquarters and quickly vanished from sight.
By now, even more people had gathered to watch. Several patrolling constables had also arrived, standing amid the crowd with everyone else to enjoy the spectacle.
Clearly, between the Black Dragon Gate and Lin Hui, they had chosen to remain bystanders.
After all, the Lin Mansion had