"What the hell are you laughing at? Raising kids is all shit, piss, and farts for everyone. I'm fucking raising three at once! Who's got it worse than me?"
Huang San's face darkened further.
Red showed through the darkness.
Yet he could not hide the laughter in his eyes.
"All right, there'll be plenty of time to catch up. Right now, we're here to discuss our strategy!" Fu Jianqiu spoke gently, his voice ringing like a sword and drowning out every other sound.
The laughter fell silent.
Inside the hall, Lian Youming sat alone in the seat of honor, facing everyone.
He considered for a moment, pressed lightly on the armrest, and said slowly, "In a contest of the Martial Way, once we've reached our level, underhanded methods and clever tricks are inferior, useless efforts. Only strength counts. Rumor has it that the Remnants of the Old Era in Japan have long since gathered and prepared to depart. They should be arriving soon. Add the Thirteen Hongs, who retreated to Europe, the Bai family in the Middle East, and the experts from India, and we're undoubtedly surrounded by wolves."
He listed the enemies they would soon face, one by one.
And those were only the ones out in the open.
"Right now, Taiji, Xingyi, Bagua, Baji, and all the northern schools are holding the North together. Naturally, the South falls to us to defend! If we hold, we can help. If we can't, we die together!"
"Fuck! When have any of our schools ever let anyone down in a matter of life and death? Even if we can't win, we can still fight to mutual destruction and drag someone down to the grave with us!"
"Exactly!"
"In the struggle for the road ahead, the worst we face is death! What