An old lantern on the main hall's beam swayed in the draft blowing through.
Chu Fan fell silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on Cao Feng. "Master, regarding the actions of the Seven Stars Gang's leadership... are you truly aware of everything?"
Cao Feng's brow furrowed, and then he let out a long sigh, his voice as weathered as the rings of an old tree. "Once you're part of the martial world, you can't always do as you please."
"The Seven Stars Gang grew out of a Horse Gang. It was never some righteous and noble sect. Bullying the weak and collecting protection money... that was just business as usual."
"That's just the way of the world..."
"Take Xingning Street, which you manage. Don't the merchants there have to pay their dues? We take that money to grease palms up and down the ladder, placating the Government Office and other powers... In this martial world, which of the major gangs is completely clean? None of them are any good."
