"Rest assured, we're not ungrateful wretches.
The men of Tiger Mountain Stronghold are all hot-blooded men who repay kindness.
And we have loyal hearts and righteous spirits. We treat our friends like family," said Tian Guiyun's son, Tian Hao.
"Are you saying I, Tang Wen, have no hot blood?" Tang Wen stared coldly at him.
"Not at all. We've all heard how well you treat your servants, Master Tang," Tian Hao said, shaking his head.
"Then you still don't trust me?" Tang Wen asked.
"This isn't a matter of trust. The people of our stronghold have lived together for hundreds of years. When something happens, we help one another and look out for each other," Tian Guiyun said.
"Here, Master Tang is the master. There is no second master. Everyone must follow Master Tang's arrangements. That is the condition for joining the Tang household.
A few months ago, I was still the head of a small sect.
But now, that sect is gone. We've all become servants of the Tang household.
Even so, I, Luo Yiwu, think it was worth it. I have no regrets," Luo Yiwu said.
"It's not that I look down on you, nor am I, Tian Hao, making wild boasts. Your Tang household's Personal Guard Army and estate guards aren't much, are they? You can't expect us to take orders from them," Tian Hao said contemptuously.
"Tian Hao, you're rather arrogant," Tang Wen drawled.
"Fists win the world. They're weak, so why should my father and I take orders from them?" Tian Hao grew even more brazen.
"You mean you want a match?" Tang Wen asked.
"Put me on the ground first, then we'll talk," Tian Hao said overbearingly.
Tang Wen finally understood. Asking for a separate patch of land was merely a smokescreen. The father