Lei Wanshan furrowed his brows and his eyes darkened. it was hard to figure out what he was thinking about.
"Boss, are we really going to submit to Sword Heart Gang?" asked a middle-aged man in a low voice. This man was about forty years old and dressed like a scholar. He was Lei Wanshan's confidant and also his dog-head military advisor, Ding Wenqing. He was quite a cautious man. Everyone else had injuries all over their bodies, but he was the only one with only Lan Xinyu's whip mark on his thigh. He looked like a bloody mess, but in reality, his muscles and bones were fine. He even walked just fine. He had probably hidden in the crowd and pretended to be dead when the situation turned bad.
"What?" asked Lei Wanshan when he came back to his senses.
