Another Cave Lord, as scrawny as a monkey and with sinister eyes, chimed in ominously, "Thirteenth Younger Brother, you need to know the rules.
"The Nangong Household, the Qian Household... are they people you can touch so casually? I've heard they have dealings with... hmph, the people above!
"You've stirred up a hornet's nest this time and dragged all of us into it!"
A chorus of agreement immediately filled the hall, mostly accusations and complaints directed at Qing Jie.
Obstructing the bandit strongholds' business meant cutting off everyone's income.
Qing Jie lounged against his stone chair, one foot even planted on the seat, toying with a dagger.
The hideous scars on his face looked even more vicious in the firelight.
Faced with everyone's accusations, he merely sneered, a savage edge to his voice:
"Rules? What rules? In our line of work, we lick blood off our blades, and the strong eat the weak. That's the biggest fucking rule there is!"
He suddenly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over everyone present like a hungry wolf's. "A wolf travels a thousand miles to eat meat; a dog travels a thousand miles to eat shit!
"If they can't hold on to their own goods, they deserve to be robbed!
"If you're that useless, go eat shit! What fucking good does blaming heaven and everyone else do?
"What the hell are the Nangong Household and the Qian Household? Putting up their names makes them off-limits? They're exactly who I'm robbing!"
"You!"
Qing Jie's words sent the Blood Wolf Stronghold Lord into a fury, his blood surging. "I think you just need a good beating!"
Boom!
The powerful aura of the late Golden Core stage erupted without restraint.
Bloody light flashed around the Blood Wolf Stronghold Lord, and he shot toward Qing Jie like