"Young Master Tang Wen, we will not let the White Tiger Tribe bear this risk alone!" Patriarch Chen spoke again.
Hall Master Zhao said, "Old Chen, don't be hasty. Let's pick our people first. Our Martial Arts Hall—"
He glanced around. Of the several members from the Giant Rock Martial Arts Hall present, some pursed their lips and others rolled their eyes, but not a single one backed down.
Hall Master Zhao cursed with a laugh, "It's not your turn. I'll go!"
"Holy shit!" Shi Lei swore. "No way."
The other two men, though they had dodged a bullet, were unwilling to let Zhao Chuang go alone. "Let's draw lots! We'll draw lots!"
Everyone who saw this was either silent or deeply moved.
The Giant Rock Martial Arts Hall had seen the best development in recent years and had the most Fifth Grade members for a reason.
Before they had finished their clamor, Patriarch Chen shook his head and sighed. "I was the one who proposed this plan. For the Chen Family, I'll be the one to go."
