Li Qing was actually a man who knew contentment. He knew exactly how capable he was.
Someone like Li Huai had been the strongest fighter among the younger generation back when he was in the Flying Eagle Gang. That was why he had later entered Lord Su's service so smoothly, becoming the Grand Superintendent of the Secret Guard, his prestige shaking the world.
Then there was Huang Bingcheng. Ordinary people only knew that Huang Bingcheng's strength was pitifully weak, believing that Su Xin had kept him by his side all along purely out of old sentiment and to give him a leg up. But Li Qing knew that if Huang Bingcheng had not possessed the ability to handle every matter flawlessly, then no matter how much Su Xin cherished old ties, he would never keep a useless burden around.
Li Qing knew that he lacked Li Huai's talent and Huang Bingcheng's abilities, so all he could be was the master of a small gang.
Yet Li Qing was content with his current life. At the very least, borrowing Su Xin's prestige, he could still lord it over Xiangnan Circuit. Even other sects had to show Li Qing some respect. To him, that was already the limit.
After all, without Lord Su's name behind him, forget ruling supreme among the small gangs of all Xiangnan—even the little foundation he had in Changning Prefecture would be difficult to protect.
Thus, he felt no jealousy toward Li Huai or Huang Bingcheng. Being able to hold on to his own little patch of land was enough for Li Qing. Besides, given his abilities, merely managing his current holdings well was already no easy feat.
The Flying Eagle Gang's territory was now countless times larger than it had been when Su Xin was still around.