What is it that enables a family to survive in such chaotic Great Wilderness tribes? It is the bond of blood. Without this bond, it would be difficult to fight individually and last long.
At the same time, the deal between Yang Jinhe and the Red-clothed Bandits had reached a critical moment.
"Third Master Liu, please count the spirit stones." Yang Jinhe stood with his hands behind his back, showing neither humility nor arrogance, not allowing the bandits' imposing display to diminish his own prestige.
This was necessary, as these bandits were bullies who preyed on the weak. The more fearful you appeared, the more they would treat you as easy prey.
The Bandit Third Master saw the spirit stones in the storage bag, weighed them slightly, then looked closely before exclaiming, "Chief Yang is really a man of his word. Five thousand spirit stones, our Red-clothed Gang accepts it."
"Now that you've accepted it, can the brothers of the Red-clothed Gang leave?" Yang Jinhe asked calmly.
