Inside the main hall of Tiger Roar Hall.
"Hall Master."
Zhao Gan looked at the demon sitting cross-legged in meditation atop the grandmaster's chair. No matter how he said "Hall Master," it felt awkward.
Tiger Roar Hall was finished.
Four days had passed since Hall Master Shi had been placed under house arrest by this demon.
Over those four days, every business Tiger Roar Hall had in the city, every patch of territory the brothers had fought bitterly to win, had been uprooted clean one by one by the bastard dogs of the Soul-Chaos Sect and Thunderclap Sect.
Meanwhile, under this demon's orders, all the brothers in the hall had been forced to huddle inside the headquarters. Not one person was allowed outside.
They could not go out, nor could they strike back. What they lost was not merely territory, but also the hearts of their people.
All kinds of rumors had directly pointed the contradictions at him.
Zhao Gan was now the great traitor on the lips of Tiger Roar Hall's brothers, the greatest villain, a dog that fed from within while betraying from within.
They said he had colluded with outsiders and put Hall Master Shi under house arrest.
They said he had accepted benefits promised by the Soul-Chaos Sect, allowing the territory they had struggled so hard to seize to be effortlessly taken away.
Zhao Gan felt wronged.
He had done nothing at all, yet every accusation had still been dumped onto his head.
If he had truly done anything wrong, it was that he should not have harbored false hopes, turning things into this perilous situation of letting the wolf into the house.
Now Old Shi had been placed under house arrest.
Yao Qin spoke to him in a sarcastic, snide manner, while that bastard Lü