"Manchang, Yan Dao, take some men to the Ghost Alliance and haul back everything in their storehouse." Zhang Yu gave Niu Mancang and Yan Dao their orders right in front of Mo Old Ghost.
"Yes, Master!"
"Yes, Master!"
The two cupped their fists in acknowledgment, then turned and left with their men.
Watching Niu Mancang and Yan Dao's retreating backs, Mo Old Ghost's heart bled. The things in the Ghost Alliance's storehouse were the fruits of his decades of labor.
A flicker of fury rose on his face, and his fists clenched of their own accord.
Smack!
Zhang Yu's hand suddenly landed on Mo Old Ghost's shoulder, his eyes fixed on him. "Gang Leader Mo, does it hurt?"
Mo Old Ghost felt Zhang Yu's hand pressing down on his shoulder like a great mountain, brimming with terrifying strength. It seemed that if he said one wrong word, his body would immediately fall apart.
He felt a fear rising from the depths of his soul.
"No, no. Everything in the Ghost Alliance belongs to Young Master Zhang. I only beg Young Master Zhang to spare this old man's life." Mo Old Ghost dropped to his knees.
Zhang Yu said nothing. He stared at him for several seconds before moving his hand away.
Mo Old Ghost let out a breath of stale air. He felt as though he had just taken a trip through the gates of hell.
"Gang Leader Mo, sit. Now let's talk about Iron Bear," Zhang Yu said.
"Young Master Zhang, I'll just stand."
"If I tell you to sit, then sit." Zhang Yu shot him a glare.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Mo Old Ghost hurriedly perched half his butt on the chair beside him.
He felt Zhang Yu was a madman. Staying by his side kept him constantly