The sky was high and limitless, the wind gentle, and the water still.
On a big ship, Wang Haichao, the Gang Leader of the Great Lake Gang, stood at the bow, listening to the reports from his subordinates.
"Last night, we attacked the Broken Mountain Gang's seven strongholds in the Outer City area. Our gains were vast!"
"One hide of a Second Order Demon Beast, over a thousand lower grade Spirit Materials, and tens of thousands of Spirit Stones."
"The gains of our brothers are not included in this. As per your instructions, whoever seized something gets to keep it."
"Gang Leader, we made a fortune this time!"
Without turning his head, Wang Haichao responded, "Just minor skirmishes. Our only achievement was to draw their attention to the mountains, thereby gaining these benefits."
As he sighed in indifference, he slapped the handrail.
"Xiao Gao, what were our casualties yesterday night?"
