Hearing Zhang Xiaohua's verdict, Yuan Guoliang was the first to breathe a sigh of relief. He was the Jingtao Gang's second young master. Though favored by the old gang leader, Zhou Tai before him was the Flying Fish Gang's young gang leader, and their statuses were different. If it had been a normal martial contest, with Zhou Tai defeated by his hand without suffering injury, then taking the valuables would have been perfectly justified, leaving behind no handle for anyone to seize.
But Zhou Tai had forcibly used the Blood Corrosion Technique and injured himself. Though that was his own doing, Yuan Guoliang could not completely absolve himself of responsibility. If he took Zhou Tai's valuables under such circumstances, it would likely provoke the Flying Fish Gang's displeasure. Should it spark conflict between the two factions, even with his father protecting him, it would be difficult to make everything right.
Even Zhou Tai sighed in relief. He had received orders from the gang leader to handle business in Mochou City, yet before even reaching the place, he had handed over his valuables and suffered severe injuries. If the others in the gang learned of this, where would he put his face? Just now, he had merely been forcing himself to hold on. Now that Zhang Xiaohua had offered him a ladder, he hurriedly took the chance to step down. Cupping his hands, he said, "Since Brother Ren has put it this way, I will not put on airs any longer. Brother Yuan, my body cannot endure much more, so I shall take my leave first. I will no longer take part in the matter of Mochou City. I wish you success the instant your horse arrives."
Yuan Guoliang smiled. "Mochou City is just ahead. Why not come along with me,