In this battle for the Li family, sixteen security guards died. Li Yifei knew every single one of them, could call them by name, remember their faces, even clearly recall their family situations. For the vast majority, he knew which unit they had once belonged to, and what merits they had earned. They'd come from all over the country, and after they retired, Li Yifei had summoned them, offered them generous pay, gave them a job that looked different from the norm and was actually pretty good. This was the clan's development model, the way it trained its household retainers. In this regard, Li Yifei had never been stingy. At the same time, he treated these security guards as friends—whenever they gathered, drinking and chatting never got delayed. He was not some aloof figure towering over them.
