“But Li Changzhou doesn’t buy into that,” said the man in the iron-blooded long gown. “What if we kill him? There’s no way to prove it. Even if the commander suspects something, can he just abandon his son? He only has his son left.”
“That’s not appropriate,” said a man in a suit. “The commander is ruthless and acts on his own. Who knows what he might do if he angers anyone.”
“Now that Li Changzhou wants to build workers’ dormitories and give every worker a job, why don’t we try to trip him up?”
Grandpa Li Bichang sat at the head of the table; he was a burly man, like a small mountain.
"How do we trip them up?" he asked, clearly favoring this approach.
“Let the Beggars’ Gang members go to the porridge shop to collect porridge. Everyone should go, every day, and cause some trouble from time to time. Then go and repair the dormitories. Work slowly and patiently, but still get paid. He might be able to manage one or two troublemakers, but the Beggars’ Gang has more than 3,000 members. Let’s see how he manages them and how much porridge he can distribute.”
"What if he uses force? The commander-in-chief has given him the constables." A man in tattered but neat clothes asked; he was the leader of the Beggars' Sect.
"So what?" came the reply from another woman in a Western-style dress.
She laughed and said, "The chief of police is one of our men. Even if we have to obey Li Changzhou's orders to go on patrol, it's just a matter of letting the Beggars' Gang brothers have a few good meals in jail."
"That makes sense!" Everyone laughed.
"Don't worry, there will be chicken legs with every meal!" The chief of police was present.
Li Bichang looked at the leader of the Beggars' Sect.
The Beggars' Sect leader clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Sir, just wait and see the show."
Li Bichang nodded and said, "But these are just small fry. We must make that scoundrel spend all the money he has."
“Sir, don’t worry.” Another man in a suit spoke up with a smile. “We have martial arts school owners, financial tycoons, gangsters, and police officers here. Without our cooperation, what can that kid accomplish?”
Li Bichang looked around at the group. Without these people in front of him, no one could move an inch in Songcheng.
He couldn't help but burst into laughter, and everyone else joined in.
When the laughter subsided, one of them suddenly said, "Grandpa, I have another idea."
"There are so many ways!" the woman in the cheongsam said, covering her mouth with a smile.
Everyone burst into laughter again.
"There's no such thing as too many solutions, so speak up!" Li Bichang said boldly, feeling that he could accomplish anything at this moment.
"The old man has been in the army since he was a child, and he has never been defeated in battle. The reason why Commander Li would consider Li Changzhou, this coward, is simply because there is no war to fight for a while."
"I heard that the Song family and the Zhao family are about to fight. If you can persuade the commander to unite with one of them and start another war, you won't have to watch Li Changzhou bully others in the city while you can't do anything about it."
“Great idea! And, sir,” the man spoke softly, “once the fighting starts, military power will be in your hands. Then, even if the commander-in-chief is unhappy, you can…”
He said half of what he meant, but the message was already conveyed.
The room was filled with tycoons, gang leaders, police chiefs, and martial arts school owners. Apart from Li Bichang himself, everyone else was a white card holder!
White Card Mission: Li Xinghua and Li Bichang lead troops to attack the Song Dynasty. Li Xinghua and Li Bichang die, and Li Changzhou inherits the Li family's military power.
Li Bichang lowered his gaze, pondering their suggestions, completely unaware that everyone present was staring at him with the same eyes that wolves use to lure sheep away from the pen.
Undercurrents are brewing.
Li Qianxia spread her wings and was about to leave.
"Who?!" the man in the Iron-Blooded Robe suddenly shouted, throwing the Iron-Blooded Robe out like a cannonball.
Bang!
The glass shattered, and Li Qianxia spread her wings, narrowly avoiding two iron bullets that could have blasted an eagle into a bloody pulp.
"Trying to leave!" came a voice from inside the house. Behind her, willow branches whipped towards her, grabbing the snowy owl's claws.
"Capture them alive!" Li Bichang ordered.
The woman in the cheongsam spread her hands and blew into her palm, creating a pink mist that enveloped the area.
"Get out!" Li Qianxia roared.
Thunder Roar
"Bang!" The glass shattered instantly, and the pollen was blown away.
The deafening roar filled everyone's ears, and some players who weren't good at fighting even fell back into their chairs.
Li Qianxia broke free from the willow tree, sped off, and was about to escape.
Inside the house, a person slammed both hands down on the ground. A halo of light spread out from his palms, forming a protective shield that enveloped the courtyard.
The snowy owl soared into the sky, and as it approached the light barrier, it transformed into human form.
The crimson steel spear landed in his hand, lightning flashed into his spine, his potential surged, and he thrust twice.
"Buzz—"
The light shield shook wildly, but it held firm and didn't break. The man who was pressing his hands to the ground coughed up blood.
With her attack failing and momentum gone, Li Qianxia fell to the ground.
Her robes came undone, and she landed with a thud, splashing dirt in the courtyard. Her blood-red armor and imposing battle skirt made her look like a Valkyrie.
“Danger level... B.” A player in a suit, still dizzy from the thunderous roar, stood up, glanced at her, and said.
Upon hearing this, the man in the long robe with the iron-clad heart jumped out of the building. The iron clad heart spun and melted into two swords.
"laugh--"
The gunshot and the blade clashed, creating a series of sparks.
Inside the room, a man pulled out a pistol, and a string of gunfire shot out from the muzzle, followed by a barrage of gunshots.
The bullets struck the blood-red armor, producing a clanging sound like metal striking metal.
Li Qianxia was jolted back by the force of the bullet and the Iron Gallbladder Twin Blades.
The man in the iron-blooded long robe let out a long howl, stepped forward, and his twin blades, like two fangs, bit down fiercely.
The man with the barrier still had his hand on the ground. The willow tree sprang up from the ground and darted over like a snake. Inside the house, the gunman turned his gun and pressed the trigger again.
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