Whoever Comes, Gets It

Lang Zhen was also taken aback when he heard the pay. Feng Jun's offer was indeed quite generous.

Back when he worked for the escort agency, he could earn several dozen silver dollars a month. But he was a Martial Master, and one with an enormous reputation even among Low-Rank Martial Masters.

So he said with a smile, "You two have got it easy. I've been following the Divine Physician without getting paid at all... Perform well, and don't make me lose face."

"Don't worry, Brother Wolf," the Deng brothers answered in unison.

The two had actually come hoping to egg Lang Zhen on into having a proper fight with the man surnamed Yun. They were willing to help however they could—Deng Yifu had been taken advantage of rather badly, and the brothers simply could not swallow that insult.

But after Escort Chief Deng learned of it, he gave his two sons a vicious scolding, because he knew Lang Zhen's pride all too well.

He pointed them toward a better path: anyone whom Lone Wolf was willing to serve must be exceptionally powerful. They would be better off pledging themselves to him as well.

Once they had settled the matter of payment, the Deng brothers did not even return home and simply followed the carriage.

The second Deng brother was still unwilling to let it go and wanted to persuade Feng Jun to deal with the Hall of Heroes.

Lang Zhen immediately spoke up. "Second Brother, think bigger. If you keep fixating on such trivial matters, your room for growth will be limited."

Hearing this, the second Deng brother did not dare say anything further. Though the two called Lang Zhen "Brother Wolf," that was really thanks to Deng Yifu. Otherwise, they would have had to call him Lord Wolf.