After Luo Yong returned to Luo Family's territory in Qingshi Town,
he went to the location of Blackwind Stockade's lair to conduct a thorough search.
However, to his disappointment,
aside from some refugees who had been forcefully abducted by bandits,
a small amount of gold and silver, and supplies such as grain that weren't very plentiful,
there seemed to be no other useful items left in the old lair of Blackwind Stockade.
Luo Yong had thought that even if Blackwind Stockade's assets weren't as abundant as those of the Zhao Family,
they should at least amount to one-third, or at the very least one-fifth of the Zhao Family's wealth, right?
But as it turned out, it was not even one percent.
"Tsk, they're really damn poor!"
Luo Yong couldn't help but curse aloud in the middle of Blackwind Stockade.
"General, what should we do next?"
"What about these refugees?"
"Are we going to take them back?"
Standing next to Luo Yong, a deputy general asked in a low voice.
