A day later, Lin Lang reckoned it was about time. Even if the Wudang Sect set out now, they would be too late by the time they reached the Northern Beggars' Gang Main Headquarters.
With Ren Woxing personally leading the assault, no one in the Northern Beggars' Gang could match him. He could wipe out their Main Headquarters completely in a matter of hours.
If Lin Lang hurried now, he could at least meet them before they returned to Blackwood Cliff.
Emerging from his tent, he stretched lazily. "Thanks for all your hard work, everyone. Let's head back."
Last night, everyone had gathered around the bonfire, eating whole roast lamb while playing pitch-pot, archery, and other games. They had made merry until well past midnight before resting.
They had clearly come to carry out a mission, yet Lin Lang had somehow made it feel like an outing.
The only regret was that there had been no girls dancing beside the fire in skimpy clothes. Girls from foreign tribes would have been even better.
After all, neither Wang Wu nor Jia Liu was leading this group. They simply couldn't get things done properly.
One Thousand-household couldn't help saying, "Lord Lin, aren't we going up Wudang Mountain to have a look? Don't we have evidence of their crimes? I've heard Wudang Mountain is very wealthy."
Lin Lang sent the Thousand-household flying with a kick. "Ever heard of a cornered dog jumping the wall? The lot of you wouldn't be enough for Chongxu alone to slaughter."
"All you think about is money. Don't you know to train harder?"
"Listen up, everyone! From now on, if your martial cultivation isn't high enough, don't dream of promotion in the Jinyiwei, even if you render heaven-shaking service!"
A mere Martial Arts Master could become a Thousand-household.