Second Master Zhao did not want Eldest Brother to return. He knew the family's development plans very well. Eldest Brother gaining a foothold in Xiyin City was an important step for the Zhao Family Fort to leave Pacify Arms County and expand outward.
After thinking it over, he spoke with a dark expression. "Send word to Eldest Brother. If it is inconvenient for him to get away, we will avenge ourselves."
At that moment, an impatient member of the Zhao Family asked, "How are we supposed to take revenge? If we bring the clan together and attack them, would that be worth it?"
No one believed that the entire Zhao Family Fort, mobilized to the last man, could not defeat those four people. But considering the price they might have to pay, even the most optimistic Zhao Family member felt that fighting such a battle over a few dozen silver dollars simply was not worthwhile.
If they suffered more than ten casualties, what would it matter even if they won? And if they could not leave everyone dead, the other side might retaliate—the man responsible for purchasing goods was already a Mid-Rank Martial Master. Who knew what kind of people stood behind him?
However, some people insisted that they had to show their iron-blooded side. "We have to fight. Worth it or not, we have to fight... If we really swallow this, who in these ten villages and eight hamlets will still take us seriously?"
"Stop arguing," Second Master Zhao said darkly. "Go back and bring the War Bow out of the ancestral hall."
A War Bow was a bow imbued with mystical arts. Such bows generally required a Martial Master's inner energy to unleash their greatest effect. For Martial Warriors... even if they could draw a War Bow, its