After finishing speaking, he lifted his wine cup and downed it in a gulp, with the wine trickling down from the corner of his mouth, soaking the front of his clothes, yet he seemed oblivious.
Zhong Renwang chuckled quietly, the sound resembling the eerie call of a night owl.
He took two steps forward, his straw sandals scraping across the ground, and leaned close to Gan Jinliang, lowering his voice to say, "Mr. Gan, you might not be aware, but the Lu Family Martial Arts Hall has always looked down on us from the Beggar Gang. I've been holding a grudge for a long time and was hoping for an opportunity to teach them a lesson. As soon as you give the order, our gang brothers will go through fire and water to assist."
He spoke while rubbing his hands together, hands that were rough and calloused, trembling slightly with excitement.
Gan Jinliang's eyes flashed with a hint of excitement, the dim look instantly brightening, like a hungry wolf spotting its prey.
