What merit or ability does Wu Tong have, after all? He's just the leader of a small-time gang of thieves, without any real skills or knowledge—just some minor tricks up his sleeve.
To speak unpleasantly, if heaven blessed him, perhaps Wu Tong could live out the rest of his life in peace; but with bad luck, he could end up eating prison food. He never imagined he could have the glory he enjoys today.
"Alright, stop being so sour, Old Wu. You work for me; I can't shortchange you. There are still a lot of days ahead, what's getting a foot in the door in comparison?" Ye Wudao said lightly.
"Okay then, I, Old Wu, am not the kind to mince words. I'll skip the thanks, but know this, Mr. Ye, you're like a second set of parents to me, a savior. With just a word from Mr. Ye, I, Wu Tong, am willing to go through fire and water for you," Wu Tong declared emphatically.
"Train well, and once you've advanced, join me on a trip overseas," Ye Wudao instructed him.
