Tang San and Xiao Wu

Jiang Mingyang did not know why Zhao Fa had suddenly submitted to him in front of everyone.

After all, though Zhao Fa was Jiang Tian's trusted subordinate, such a display was rather excessive.

But that did not matter.

Once Zhao Fa chose to submit to Jiang Mingyang, there was no turning back, whether his submission was genuine or an act.

Submission meant changing sides.

Anyone who opposed Jiang Mingyang in the future would treat Zhao Fa as an enemy too.

Besides, the so-called undercover game had no chance of working in the political struggles of Douluo Continent.

Undercover games were not suited to politics.

Politics, after all, meant standing in the sunlight.

Jiang Mingyang then slowly turned his gaze to the other five marquises.

Under his gaze, they shifted uneasily in their seats, sweat running down their backs.

In truth, they all thought Jiang Mingyang had a promising future and did not mind the prospect of obeying his every command someday.

But wasn't it a little too soon for that?

Before reaching a certain position, a man needed to strive.

After reaching it, he needed to stand firm.

The marquises had originally thought they would have no problem following Jiang Mingyang once he had fully come into his own.

The problem was that Jiang Mingyang had not fully come into his own yet!

Still... a Soul Emperor was nothing to scoff at!

The marquises were clever men. They knew the mood had reached this point.

If they did not throw in their lot with Jiang Mingyang now, they would probably find it hard to earn an important role once he rose to power.

If they joined him now, on the other hand, they could count as followers who had stood by him since his earliest days.

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