Fortune and Misfortune Depend on Each Other, Abundant Game

Wine poured into sorrowful guts bolstered a man's courage, yet muddled his thoughts as well. Pang Long said, "When Madam asks about Zheng Blood Palm, I cannot help but speak, nor do I dare not speak."

Li Xian asked, "How?"

"How..." Pang Long took a drink. His appearance was rough and rugged, but he could not hold his liquor. After only a few mouthfuls, he was already slightly drunk. "You must be prepared."

"I have been to the Blackwater Gang. Those Jianghu gangs gather every sort of person under the sun, and their methods are exceedingly cruel. Yesterday, when I went to the Blackwater Gang to collect a debt, I saw a sea of human banners and a thousand bodies, wails and shrieks everywhere. Even I was deeply moved."

Li Xian asked, "Madam handed me over to the Blackwater Gang?" Before the words left his mouth, he already knew it was impossible—not because Madam was protecting him, but because there was no profit in it.

Pang Long shook his head. "Of course not. Zheng Blood Palm is seriously injured; how would he dare raise such a matter? That night, he injured several of my men and smashed the main gate to pieces, so I demanded nine hundred taels of silver in compensation. He did not dare refuse."

"But..."

At this point, Pang Long sighed with emotion. "A divine person like Madam sees people like us as little specks of mud. Forget you—even I am no different."

"I once thought that you had distinguished yourself during the Winter Hunt and made Madam remember your name. Perhaps Madam valued you and intended to cultivate you somewhat."

Commander Pang may be older than me, but he is far more naive, Li Xian thought.

Yet when Pang Long said this, he sounded more as