Li Yan pondered and said, "Senior, by doing this, while Zhai Tianbao is surely in trouble, the Salt Gang won't have an easy time either."
"Hahaha..."
Feng Laohai chuckled with a hoarse voice, "Since the heavy salt and iron tax, our Salt Gang has never ceased. Having lived this life, why would we fear the damn court? The pugilistic world is where the Salt Gang belongs!"
Saying this, he turned and shouted, "Kids, this old man is returning to the Salt Gang to reclaim what is rightfully yours. But we'll have to risk our necks. Are you willing?"
"To the Clan Leader, yes we dare!"
"Damn it, scared of nothing!"
"Right, can't live like this another day!"
The crowd immediately responded loudly.
Seeing this, Li Yan wasn't surprised.
Once you step into the pugilistic world, departing is not easy. Sometimes one cannot help it, sometimes one is unwilling to leave.
Having grown accustomed to being a wolf, how could one bear the life of a sheep?
