At noon the next day, every member of the Zhang Family Stronghold received an order: except for those seriously injured, everyone was to head to the Central Square immediately, where Stronghold Chief Zhang Jian had an important announcement to make.
The bandits remaining in the Zhang Family Stronghold now fell into just two groups. Those who had always been utterly devoted to Zhang Jian hurried over as soon as they heard his summons; those who had once joined Zhang Qian's faction and were now gripped by anxiety dared delay even less.
As all the bandits gradually gathered, they discovered that three people were already standing there.
One was Zhang Jian, another was Zhang Zhen, and the third was the black-robed Immortal who had appeared yesterday, whose cultivation was astonishing.
"Is pretty much everyone here?" Du Yu turned and asked Zhang Jian.
"Yes, sir." Zhang Jian looked around and nodded.
"Then let's begin." Du Yu smiled slightly at Zhang Jian.
Zhang Jian looked troubled. After hesitating for a while, he asked, "Sir... will the plan you mentioned really work?"
"Don't worry," Du Yu assured him solemnly.
Hearing this, Zhang Jian had no other choice. This was a critical moment; he could only treat a dead horse as though it were still alive.
"Brothers, I've gathered everyone here today because I have something important to announce."
The noisy crowd instantly fell silent when Zhang Jian began speaking.
"After yesterday's battle, I'm sure you've all seen it for yourselves. As bandits, we're outlaws to begin with. More than two hundred of us died in a single night, yet we don't even have the right to report it to the authorities. If this continues, before long, all my brothers, as dear to me as my own limbs, will gradually lose their lives."
Zhang Jian