"I came to talk you out of it because I considered you a friend. Otherwise, why would I waste so many words on you?" Deeply aggrieved, Jiang Qingqin glared at Lin Bai, stamped her foot, and left.
"Boss, are we really going head-on against the Seven Righteous Sects?" [Lao Mi] came over and asked.
"What else can we do?" Lin Bai glanced at him. "Let them carve up the Beggar Gang? They're trying to crush us with their power. We already know what going to the Immortal Oversight Bureau would lead to, so why hand ourselves over to be trampled? We'll avoid their sharp edge first, then break them one by one..."
He paused, then instructed the Beggar Gang members behind him, "Before planning for victory, plan for defeat. Earlier, outside the city, no one wanted to leave the Beggar Gang. Then we'll stand united, from top to bottom, and weather this crisis together. If anyone from the Seven Righteous Sects comes to persuade you, you know what to do. If they forcibly abduct you and I can't rescue you in time, find a way to kill yourselves. I'll compensate you for your losses."
"Yes," the Beggar Gang disciples answered in unison.
"A sect's reputation doesn't come from bowing and scraping or from other people's charity. It's won through battle. The Seven Righteous Sects can take the Sunlit Road; our Beggar Gang will take the Single-Plank Bridge." Lin Bai gave a disdainful laugh. "I originally intended to observe you for a while before teaching you martial arts. I never expected the Seven Righteous Sects to fall for the Evil Sect's schemes and come trouble us. Without skills to defend yourselves, you probably can't handle them. Once we've settled in, I'll simply teach all of you martial arts."
Overjoyed, the Beggar