A man, looking every bit the beggar with his tattered and torn appearance.
These two were the old beggar’s right-hand men, Golden Saber Feng San and Iron Beggar Zhou Peng.
From their attire, it was clear that their styles differed greatly; the Beggar Sect had always been divided into two factions: the Jingyi Sect and the Dirty Clothes Sect.
Neither faction was superior to the other.
The Dirty Clothes Sect was easy to understand—just like Zhou Peng, they wore ragged clothes and looked like beggars. Your journey continues with freewebnovel
The Jingyi Sect, like Feng San, wore fine silks and used weapons inlaid with gold and silver, appearing quite wealthy.
Did the Beggar Sect actually have money?
Yes, the disciples of the Beggar Sect might not have money, but the leaders of the Beggar Sect were quite rich.
There were three sources of money. First, the lowly beggars had to pay dues every day, and over time, it added up, so the leaders of the Beggar Sect were not short of money.
Secondly, they collected protection fees. On the streets under the Beggar Sect’s protection, which business owner would dare not to pay? If they didn’t, a group of beggars would throw feces into their shop. Could you handle that?
The third was through business dealings, which was where the Jingyi Sect came in. Their business was divided into two parts.
The first part involved legal business, which was then turned into something illegal.
What does that mean? Say, on this street, you open a restaurant that makes good money. Then, the Beggar Sect also opens a restaurant. Oh, you can’t outsell us? We send a dozen beggars to make trouble in your shop every day, throwing feces inside. Can you endure it?
If you can’t bear it, there’s only one solution—sell the shop to us and get lost.
The second part involved illegal dealings, such as human trafficking...
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With these methods, how could they possibly lack money, especially the top leaders of the Beggar Sect?
They were all fat as ticks, but with money came different behaviors. The Jingyi Sect enjoyed good food, good drinks, good play, and good living. Their drawback was that they became detached from the lower ranks of the Beggar Sect.
The second type, like Iron Beggar Zhou Peng, wore rags and looked like a beggar, but in terms of food, drink, and daily expenses, they were no worse off than the Jingyi Sect. His only lesser aspect was his clothing, but the advantage was that he blended in with the lower ranks of the Beggar Sect.
At that moment, the old beggar was dousing with manure water.
He spoke up, "You mean to say, Peng Shizhong’s adoptive son killed your brother, and you wiped out a stronghold of White Tiger Hall?"
"Old Leader, originally I wanted to kill that Chen Jiusi, but the Black Market interfered."
The old beggar asked, "How is this Chen Jiusi connected to the Black Market again?"
Feng San replied, "I don’t know."
The old beggar continued, "So, how do you plan to settle this? Can we just let this matter go?"
"That won’t do. My brother must not die in vain, Chen Jiusi must pay with his life."
"Yet you still killed people from White Tiger Hall? Now you’re in the wrong!"
Iron Beggar Zhou Peng spoke up.
Upon hearing this, Feng San immediately became upset and looked at Zhou Peng, "What do you mean? How have I become the unreasonable one, my brother died for nothing?"
Zhou Peng replied, "And those twelve from White Tiger Hall died for nothing?"
"Heh, twelve worthless lives, are they worth the life of my brother? That was just the interest I collected from White Tiger Hall."
"But does White Tiger Hall think so?"
"I don’t care what they think, Chen Jiusi must die!"
Zhou Peng shook his head and looked at the old beggar, who was scooping up bucketfuls of manure and said, "Stop arguing, Feng San, you really are being impulsive."
Feng San looked up at the old beggar but didn’t dare to retort.
"Jianghu knows the character of Peng Shizhong, Peng will not let you off the hook for killing his twelve disciples from White Tiger Hall," the old beggar said.
Feng San paused slightly and then looked at the old beggar, "So, does the Leader not support me anymore?"
"If the Leader thinks that, then tie me up and take me to White Tiger Hall. I’ll pay for those twelve lives."
"Feng San, is that really what the Old Leader means? Who are you trying to fool?"
Zhou Peng shouted angrily.
"What does the Old Leader mean by this? Also, Old Leader, this time, the higher-ups say we should no longer lie low. It’s time for a change in Mianshui County. This mere adoptive son of a hall master from Guild Cao dares to kill my brother, does he even consider the Beggar Sect?"
"Old Leader, think about the past glory of our Beggar Sect. We used to_be the number one sect in Jianghu, but now, every Tom, Dick, and Harry in Mianshui County dares to bully us, I can’t take it anymore!" Feng San clenched his teeth in anger.
The Old Leader frowned slightly, then said, "Hmm, I’m aware of this, Feng San, step back for now, let me think about this further."
Hearing this, Feng San responded, "Old Leader, I’m not pushing you, but Chen Jiusi must pay for my brother’s life! That’s my bottom line!"
"I understand," said the Old Leader, nodding.
Feng San turned and left.
Zhou Peng then handed a wet towel from the ground to the Old Leader, "Old Leader, Feng San has crossed the line this time."
"Indeed, he’s a bit rash, but he’s also right. Our Beggar Sect isn’t just anyone’s for the killing, it’s time Mianshui County remembered our presence!" the Old Leader said.
Zhou Peng was taken aback, then looked at the Old Leader, "What about you, sir?"
The Old Leader said, "Hmm, notify everyone, get ready for battle, this time, it’s going to be a tough fight!"
Hearing this, Zhou Peng glanced at his own Old Leader in confusion.
Since that trip north half a year ago, after his return, the Old Leader had become aggressive, first ignoring Zhou Peng’s advisements and forcefully mining the Nan Lake Salt Field, which touched the core interests of the Fish Boss and Guild Cao.
Then, he kept indulging Feng San in making trouble everywhere. In the past, he had always been the one persuading Feng San not to stir up trouble, but now, it seemed like he was encouraging it.
It was as if he was itching for a fight with Guild Cao and Fish Boss.