"I summoned you brothers here today to announce something." Seated on the Iron Throne, Zhou Zhenjiang curled his lips into a savage grin.
He announced to everyone at the round table, "Effective immediately, the Steel Brotherhood declares war on Apocalypse, the Fortune Commerce Association, and the An family, all at once!"
The Steel Brotherhood's senior members paled in shock.
They exchanged glances, but not one dared voice an objection. Every brother who had dared say no was dead.
Painter, seated to Zhou Zhenjiang's left, could not afford to worry about that. He hurriedly said, "You can't, boss!"
In truth, he would have loved for Zhou Zhenjiang to bring about his own destruction, but not yet.
He needed to wait until Azure Dragon arrived. Until then, he was terrified Zhou Zhenjiang would get himself killed first.
Zhou Zhenjiang narrowed his eyes, a cold gleam flickering within them. "Why not?"
Painter heard the displeasure in his voice, but forced himself to explain anyway. "Fighting on three fronts would put too much strain on the Brotherhood.
"Our goal is to unite North Mang. We mustn't draw too much attention right from the start. We should work toward it gradually."
"Hmph!" Zhou Zhenjiang snorted contemptuously. "I command the Ten Thousand Iron Guards. Is that enough to unite North Mang?"
Painter's mouth twitched. Every time you open your damn mouth, it's the Ten Thousand Iron Guards. You probably counted every dog in the base, too.
"Boss, Apocalypse and the other two factions could field an army of at least two hundred thousand between them. We don't have the advantage in numbers."
Zhou Zhenjiang snorted again. "Then, with the two of you from the Ten Kings helping me, is that enough to unite North Mang?"
Painter felt his scalp prickle. "Boss, the An family has the