Zhao Tiezhu did not accept the offer; he was determined to rely on his own men to carve out a path for himself. If he were to call in outside help, the resulting spectacle would inevitably attract unwanted attention from all sides. Having barely established a foothold in Hongcheng, he knew it was best not to act too ostentatiously. When a small group fights a larger one, people dismiss them as the underdog, and no one pays much mind. But if they were to use superior numbers to bully others, that display of strength might trigger a sense of crisis in their rivals. He would never back down—otherwise, how would he face Lu Qianjin in the future?
As they raced back to the villa, Lin Lang, standing before the office building, asked in a low voice, "Third Uncle, is he truly that formidable? Over three hundred people from the Blood Hall were taken in, including actual Martial Artists. And none of them were injured?"
Lin Lang considered himself more experienced than Zhao Tiezhu and capable of reading the current situation, and he felt that the Blood Hall was not an organization one should offend. He never imagined that Zhao Tiezhu, having only arrived in Hongcheng two days ago, would pull off such a major feat—he had even dared to call Han Piaoxue a "madwoman" to her face.
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