Huang Qitao shook his head. "Using everyone in the Six Gates to force His Majesty to acknowledge me as Arrest God isn't the best approach. As things stand, the Six Gates is already largely under my control. There's no need to worry about the title of Arrest God for now. Perhaps I'm not His Majesty's preferred candidate, but even he cannot change the present situation. Let's continue with the First Plan and keep waiting. I recently made contact with another senior. Before long, His Majesty will have to appoint me Arrest God without my even asking."
"Really?" Jiang Ang's face lit up at Huang Qitao's words. "As long as most of the elders in the Retainer Elder Group support you, Brother Huang, your appointment as Arrest God will follow as naturally as water flowing into a channel. Let me congratulate you in advance, Brother Huang-oh, no, Lord Arrest God!"
"That won't do, that won't do. Don't let anyone else hear you!" Huang Qitao said with a smile. Though his words demurred, his expression told an entirely different story: he accepted the address quite readily. With their levels of martial prowess, who could eavesdrop beside them?
"So what if they hear?" Jiang Ang said. "Who in the Six Gates is better suited to become Arrest God than you, Brother Huang?"
"All right, I understand what you mean. But the closer we get, the more cautious we must be," Huang Qitao said with a hearty laugh. "Oh, I nearly forgot. Have you had any contact with that Tuoba Xing?"
"I sent someone to sound him out before. That brat is slippery as an eel. He wants to reap benefits from both sides, so I haven't had much contact with him since," Jiang Ang said, a trace of contempt appearing on his face.