Jia Huan gazed at him, then suddenly smiled.
"As the old saying goes, beggars asking for food are like generals mustering soldiers-the more, the better."
The Seventh Manager said nothing.
Clearly, the stakes were still a little too low to make the Tianjin Branch risk their lives.
"The last two." Jia Huan glanced at Twin Whips.
Any martial art awarded for lower eighth rank sins would be just below the very best, but he knew full well that going too far was as bad as falling short.
Twin Whips tipped over the book basket and handed the final two martial arts manuals to the Seventh Manager.
Jia Huan spoke bluntly.
"Yes or no. One word. Tianjin has no shortage of factions willing to risk their lives."
The beggars looked delighted. They were already tempted.
After considerable deliberation, the Seventh Manager flew into a rage.
"Those beasts of the Gu Poison Sect have ruined the reputation of everyone in the Jianghu! Never mind the court wanting to rid the people of this scourge-even if Lord Jia hadn't asked today, our Beggars' Gang would have carried out Heaven's justice and left a fine name in the martial world!"
With that, he took a small bowl from his cloth sack and declared resoundingly:
"Pass down the order! Gather the branch elders and bring our elite disciples. We shall wipe out the Gu Poison Sect's nest together!"
"Yes!!"
The beggars answered in unison.
Jia Huan nodded in praise.
"Carrying out Heaven's justice, doing good and accumulating virtue-you truly are examples to us all. Break their dantians wherever possible, but leave their ruined bodies alive."
"As for any confiscated wealth, the court wants none of it."
Hearing this, the Seventh Manager cupped his fists.
"Await our tidings of victory!"
Jia Huan watched the beggars recede