Seeing everyone stiffen all over, as though they still could not believe it.
Xiong Zhong also smiled in agreement, soothing the crowd.
"You really needn't be so polite. We're all from the same sect—family doesn't speak as strangers!"
"It's only two pairs of gloves. They're really nothing much."
He was telling the truth. Gloves were everywhere at the construction site. Many bricklayers had a pair, and plenty of brick movers did too. They were hardly rare items.
If not for the father and son arriving late, they might have gotten them long ago.
To say he did not feel the slightest pang over giving away the gloves would be a lie.
But Xiong Zhong knew perfectly well that Moon God Pavilion had risked its life for the father and son. They ought to repay them. Besides, as long as they worked hard moving bricks at the construction site, never mind gloves—even a squad leader's position was possible!
By then...
What gloves, safety helmets, work uniforms, and that terrifying brick blade—
Wouldn't getting a few of them be as easy as turning one's hand over?
Thinking of it that way, giving away a pair of gloves was no great matter.
These things were inconspicuous at the construction site, used only for moving bricks, mixing mortar, and the like. But for Moon God Pavilion, they were an upgrade capable of changing the sect's fate!
Making the best use of things was the highest strategy. This gift could not have been more fitting.
Having undergone his transformation, Xiong Zhong's horizons had broadened considerably. With great tact, he continued to reassure them.
"Everyone, there's no need to take this to heart."
"When the chance arises, my son and I will bring back other things as well, things that will surely be of tremendous help