Dong Wenhui, the master of Hengchang Martial Arts Hall, looked grim.
It was obvious Xiaolin Martial Arts Hall was taking advantage of the crisis. While Hengchang Martial Arts Hall was locked in battle with the Yuhe Chamber of Commerce, they had suddenly swooped in to snatch territory.
The men he sent to Mingyu Street to negotiate were thrown out of the district twice. He had personally sent word inviting Weng Xiaolin for tea, but Weng Xiaolin avoided him.
This was a clear sign they intended to swallow Hengchang Martial Arts Hall's territory on Mingyu Street whole, without spitting a single piece back out.
"Xiaolin Martial Arts Hall has gone too far! Of the three great martial arts halls, they have the weakest overall strength, which is why the Jingmao Trading Company assigned to them by the Jili Empire was also the weakest. They lucked into an easy opponent, and now they dare to covet our territory? Do they really think Hengchang Martial Arts Hall has no one to fight back?"
