Li Ziran had never expected Iron Hammer to come up with such a strange idea.
Danforth!
He had actually obeyed the wishes of that slave owner.
Li Ziran could already picture Danforth, that ingrained air of servility in his bones.
There was no denying it was a path, but in Li Ziran's eyes, it was nowhere near as real as one's own value.
He had never imagined that Iron Hammer would choose such a principle.
Could becoming a follower really be more tempting than possessing independent, free thoughts?
What kind of doctrine had been drilled into him?
This way of thinking was even more frightening than Ivy's simple-minded beliefs. Once it took shape, there was almost no chance of turning it around again.
"Tell me, then. Who else did you share our plan with?" Li Ziran asked simply.
"I revealed the Red Fan District plan to three people. To raise funds, I told Mr. Danforth. And to obtain more female slaves, I told my cousin—the Golden Dwarf, Gold Hammer. He has seven Slave-Catching Groups under him. Though none of them are top-tier, he has resources along the sea routes and can get human and Dwarf slaves."
Iron Hammer paused for breath before continuing, "As for the last person, it was Deputy Commander Pangke."
Deputy commander?
Li Ziran was a little dazed. That sounded like a military figure. "Who is he?"
"The deputy commander of the Seventh Infantry Regiment at North Sea Port. He controls the outer defenses of North Sea Port. I couldn't have controlled Ninth Street without his full support. At the same time, every year, I hand over half of Hippo Ancient City's income to him. That is the rule."
"The rule?" Li Ziran frowned. "Is there something specific behind it?"
"Of course. Hippo Ancient City is now