Tens of thousands of eyes below the stage were fixed on Old Eighth.
Among them were sworn brothers like Hi Dog, Bone, and Xiao Feng, who had fought their way out of the garbage heaps alongside Little White Tiger.
There were the people of Black Mountain Town, who had followed Little White Tiger from the beginning.
There was False Eye, who had gone from a hired gun to a brother.
There were veteran hired guns who had followed Old Eighth and Old Ninth, fighting from Chun Prefecture to Kou Island, moving on to Fei Island, and battling their way into Mianbang.
There were also those who had joined along the way out of respect for Old Eighth's character.
Without anyone quite realizing it, Chun Prefecture had grown into a behemoth.
And today, Little White Tiger might personally bury the Lei Zi Empire he had built with his own hands.
Facing the Lei Zis' burning gazes, Little White Tiger clenched his fists and slowly walked to the edge of the stage.
"Let me say a few words."
A stir swept through the crowd.
Every hired gun looked reverently at the Tiger.
"First, I owe you all an apology."
"Whenever I led you into battle before, I had confidence. Whether we were fighting on Kou Island or in Mianbang, someone always had our backs."
"This time... I can't promise how many of you will survive."
"After you die, you'll lie forever in a foreign land. You might not even have a gravestone. You might even be dug up and have your corpses whipped, and people will spit on you."
"Are you afraid?"
Little White Tiger strained his voice in a fierce roar.
"Not afraid!"
The Lei Zis answered in unison.
Meeting Little White Tiger's resolute gaze, the Lei Zis' fighting spirit ignited.