Huaining Hall.
Ao Daguang and Jia Zhangle stood solemnly in the first-floor hall.
"I heard that last night, the Feiyun Gang's base caught fire, burning a large area. The losses were severe."
"Also, Sun Guangchun, Duan Yu, and other gang leaders have yet to appear after such a disgraceful incident."
"Hahaha, it's better if they're dead. That way, it's easier to deal with. It might even be another Lotus Gang situation."
The crowd below kept discussing. Although they seemed to take pleasure in others' misfortune, many were secretly delighted.
"It's good if they all died in the fight. They might profit handsomely from the Feiyun Gang's problems."
The crowd was buzzing with chatter.
"Brother Lin hasn't checked in yet. Perhaps he has met with an untimely death."
In the Ding Banner, Han Zhong remained silent. He sighed heavily, and without seeing that tall figure, he felt a deep sorrow.
The crowd whispered among themselves, discussing yesterday's gains.
