"You must be brothers from the Black Wolf Gang. Please inform your chief that I, Ming Long, have come to work with him. Mo Fang, give all brothers a greeting gift," Luo Xin shouted at Xuanyuan Quanlong behind him, already disguised as Ming Long.
"Yes, Uncle Ming." Xuanyuan Quanlong complied, taking a few silver pieces from his pouch and handing them to the burly men. He then stepped back, maintaining a stern expression.
"Liu Zi, go and report to the chief. You, remove your weapons. We will personally carry the sedan chair," the leader among the burly men ordered. Although they were still suspicious, the silver coins in their hands eased their concerns.
"Alright," Luo Xin agreed without resistance. Now that they had entered the Black Wolf Gang's territory, they had to be cautious and adapt to the situation.
Everyone placed their weapons on the ground, which were collected by the Black Wolf Bastion bandits. They made way for Luo Xin and the others.
