The road grew more and more familiar.
Tang Wen remembered. Wasn't this the path he took when he escorted that little girl he'd met on the road home the other day?
The one who had suggested coming here explained:
"...The person living there is one of our own gang members. A few years ago, he was attacked in the wilds and afflicted with a strange poison. He was brought back, barely clinging to life, and has been bedridden ever since."
Wu Hao, unfamiliar with the situation, asked curiously, "What Level was he? The gang has been supporting him all this time?"
The man paused. "Just a regular Martial Artist, a squad leader like me. Back then, the gang said they would support him for five years. By my count, that time is almost up."
Tang Wen frowned upon hearing this. "We're here to make money, but we can't break the gang's taboos."
Driving out a gang senior and seizing his home.
If they did something like that, their reputations would be ruined.
Wu Hao frowned as well.
