Brothers Bound Heart to Heart

The boy named Xiao Tu was so filthy that his clothes were unrecognizable, as if he had rolled around in a mud pit.

His face was grimy too, his original features impossible to make out.

Two burly men escorted Xiao Tu onward.

Gao Hu suddenly said, "Stop."

"Did you search this brat?" Gao Long stared coldly. "Keep him away from the bonfire. I've said it many times: strangers must stay at least thirty meters away from me. Gao Cheng, how do you command my personal guard battalion? You can forget even something this minor?"

Gao Cheng replied in a muffled voice, "We searched him. No weapons."

Gao Long was forty-two this year. He had his first son at sixteen out in the wilderness, and had fathered nine sons by now, four of whom had died young from illness.

The child mortality rate in the wilderness was high. Even the children of major family leaders suffered that fate, let alone everyone else.

Now, he had five sons left. One managed the so-called personal guard battalion, while the other four managed the annexed Wei, Zhou, Tuoba, and Liu Clans.

Although those four clans still let their clan heads call the shots, the Gao Clan stood above them all. Gao Long's sons served as military overseers, whose authority surpassed that of the four clan heads.

These backwater wilderness clans actually had personal guard battalions and military overseers. The Gao Brothers were clearly relying on their supposed destiny to build their own massive power in this place the Federation could not be bothered to govern.

The boy Xiao Tu was taken thirty meters away by the burly men. Gao Long observed him coldly and only relaxed slightly after confirming there was no unusual disappointment in his expression. "Which Production Base are you from?"

"Production