"Heh, everyone says Old Eighth and Old Ninth are reckless. Haven't they grown some brains now?"
Overlord, who had been sitting off to the side guzzling from a wine jar, opened his eyes slightly and belched.
"Holy shit, Dad, you weren't asleep?" Duan Ka froze.
"I just woke up. Right when you were cursing me to drop dead." Overlord smiled coldly. "You little bastard, you're even more rebellious than Old Ninth."
Duan Ka shrank back in fright, not daring to raise his head.
Overlord did not give him any more trouble. He turned and asked, "Building a city takes time and effort. Have you thought this through?"
"I have. I want to at least double Chun Prefecture's size."
Little White Tiger nodded earnestly. "The Koreans' last siege taught me a lesson. We can't let something like that happen again."
"And I have a selfish reason, too."
Little White Tiger stepped forward to light Overlord's cigarette and said quietly, "Expanding Chun Prefecture means room for more people. I want to build a force that can intimidate everyone."
The number of gunmen had already hit a bottleneck. Chun Prefecture could not accommodate any more.
That was what he really had in mind.
For the two brothers who had grown up on the streets, only enough territory and enough brothers could give them a sense of security.
When had Little White Tiger truly begun to rise?
When he had organized over ten thousand gunmen.
If he had a hundred thousand gunmen, the Ma Family would flee without Chun Prefecture even having to act.
Otherwise, they would not even sleep soundly.
Once this was accomplished, Chun Prefecture would be the greatest local warlord.
Calling it a regional power would be no exaggeration.
It would even stand a head above the Four Great Clans.
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