A somewhat skinny middle-aged man, with hands full of calluses, and a face with a huge scar was speaking to Peng Lingbo. He was precisely the vice-head of the Freemasons, Zheng Minghe. "Leader, the Chinese Association has sent people once again to invite us, They want us to join them, and resist Wuyan Hong's attacks."
Peng Lingbo, whose features were well-defined, good-looking, and had a respectable look, snorted coldly: "Ignore them! We're currently having the time of our lives here, if we go over there, we would just become cannon fodder. They only have a few hundred guns, how are they going to fight against Wuyan Hong who has over a thousand troops. Isn't that just throwing an egg against a stone?"
