"Young Luo is our friend. Old Ninth, I don't care what you took. Give it back to him, and don't ask for trouble."
The young man from Yang Huaimin's family threatened him irritably.
"Bullying us because you've got more people?"
Old Ninth stuffed the map into his pocket and watched the fifty people opposite him with a faint, ambiguous smile.
Hi Dog, always happy to stir up trouble, egged them on. "Fifty of them and only a dozen or so of us. Oh, we're so scared."
"Hmph. Little White Tiger, Old Ninth, you're going to have to bow your heads today."
Facing a common enemy, the group from the Capital presented a united front.
Little White Tiger had already infuriated them by pointing in their faces and saying not one of them could fight.
Now that they finally had a chance for revenge, how could they let it slip away?
"Old Ninth, give it back, or we'll kill you lot today."
Young Luo already intended to kill them.
Chun Prefecture was a mountain weighing down on the entire younger generation.
All the big shots liked comparing their own juniors to Little White Tiger, and every comparison left those juniors silent.
On top of that, relations were already tense between the factions represented by the Capital group and the Guan Family represented by Little White Tiger.
After a few hostile exchanges, they had surrounded the Chun Prefecture group.
"Old Yang... strike while they're vulnerable. Let's kill them."
Someone in the group made the suggestion.
"Once we're out of the Godforsaken Land and their Special Abilities return, it'll be hard to touch them."
With that first suggestion, the others began entertaining malicious thoughts too.
This really was the best opportunity to kill Little White Tiger.
Quite a few had already drawn their