Yang Yinglong leaned against the tiger-skin chair, with the gold-accented python-patterned saber resting horizontally on his knee, his fingers unconsciously tapping the cold scabbard.
The scarlet cloak beneath the candlelight resembled congealed blood, reflecting the greed and malice in his single eye.
He glanced at the five people kneeling on the mats, releasing a cold laugh from his throat which caused the human skin lantern hanging in the tent to sway slightly: "Guo Dunyi, that old cur, has lost three guards, yet the Heroic Sakura Association under Shi Feiyang is like a bone-eating ulcer. You all are capable figures in the Jianghu, do you have a strategy to defeat the enemy?"
The Beggar Gang Leader Zhong Renwang pulled open his greasy coarse cloth collar, casually grabbing a roasted lamb leg from the table.
The grease dripped from his bristly beard, spreading dark stains on the patched holes of his clothing. His noseless face looked particularly terrifying.
