After driving Lin Nanfeng away, Jiang Changkong opened the Martial Arts Association's official website.
Many people had contacted him through private messages. Xu Hengzhi had screened them for him, and over a hundred people had signed up.
All of those hundred-plus people had family members or backers within their factions.
But whether they could bring more people with them was impossible to guarantee.
Thinking of this, Jiang Changkong directly created a group and pulled them all in.
"Here to watch an unparalleled genius, the youngest lord."
"Lord Jiang, were you an old monster who took over someone else's body?"
Several messages popped up in succession. Jiang Changkong remained expressionless and kicked them all out.
"Only discuss land reclamation, nothing else. If anyone else talks nonsense, leave immediately."
"Lord Jiang, can you really help us secure land?"
A group soon began speaking. If Jiang Changkong could help them obtain wasteland and let them coast to victory, it would be a free bargain.
If he could not, they would simply treat it as broadening their horizons, losing only some time.
"Everyone, quiet down and listen to me first."
Jiang Changkong typed out a line.
Very quickly, the entire group fell silent, waiting for what came next.
"My requirements are simple. All you need to do is lie back and relax; leave everything to me. If we fail to secure wasteland, I'm the one who loses out.
"Besides, I know none of you can really call the shots. You only came to me because you had nowhere else to go."
Everyone: "..."
Though that was indeed the truth, could you not say it outright?
Saying it directly was awkward for them.
"There are forty-nine slots, and there are still over a hundred people in the group. I only want those who can bring