"Iron Claw Association?" Chu Kuanglan cooperatively shook his head, with a look of eagerness to hear more.
"In their gang, just counting the Tier Two experts, there’s this many!" Liu San held up two fingers, gesturing ten, then felt it wasn’t enough, and added two more, "At least above a hundred! As for the prominent figures at Tier Three, there are over a dozen, none of whom are pushovers!"
He patted Chu Kuanglan on the shoulder, speaking earnestly, with a hint of self-consolation: "Now look at our Cyan Dragon Gang? Counting thoroughly, there are only about thirty core brothers, as for Tier Two...ahem, before it was just seven or eight of us including and Ah Biao."
"Even if our boss is formidable, a tiger can’t withstand a pack of wolves! Being able to take such a piece of territory in the Gray Rock District and to hold onto the docks and warehouses to collect so protection money, is already quite an achievent. How many small gangs don’t even have a place and can only huddle under bridges."
The more Liu San spoke, the more reasonable it seed, the awkwardness on his face faded, replaced by pride: "But now it’s better, with Miss Su and you ten brothers joining, especially having several Tier Two brothers! Our gang’s strength has increased greatly! When the boss returns, he’ll definitely have so plans! Who knows, we might soon make a big move and take over those shabby streets from the Blood Wolf Gang nearby! By then, our territory will expand, and conditions will naturally improve! Brothers, we need to have a long-term vision!"
After hearing Liu San’s heartfelt survival tactics for the gang, Chu Kuanglan’s bit of dissatisfaction instantly vanished, replaced by a sudden enlightennt, even a touch of sympathy.
He imdiately adopted an expression of great understanding, giving Liu San’s shoulder a heavy pat, raising his voice a few notches:
"I get it, Brother Liu, completely understand, Brother ng has it tough! All the brothers have it tough! Having a piece of territory is the foundation, we’re not picky! From now on, we’ll follow Brother ng and the brothers together! Eating well and drinking well is just a matter of ti!"
His attitude changed so quickly, and his sincerity was so genuine, that even Fang Qingyu couldn’t help but take a sideways glance.
Old Chu’s fearless attitude, playing a gangster seed to co naturally.
Wei Banng and the others listened silently, understanding in their hearts.
In the City of Injustice, those above Tier Four cannot enter, the highest combat power is the peak of the Third Tier.
Under this premise, the value of individual combat power is relatively diminished.
A peak Third Tier can indeed easily crush an ordinary initial Tier Three, and can even fight two or three.
But if the opposing side has ten, twenty fearless Third Tier fighters, they could overwhelm you even if it costs their lives.
Not to ntion there are still hundreds or thousands of Tier Two martial artists and Divine Chosen forming a massive force below.
Too many ants can bite and kill an elephant!
Here, the primary standard for determining a gang’s strength is by how many Tier Two and Tier Three combatants it has.
Only second to that is how strong the top fighter is.
Numbers have beco the most straightforward, yet most critical indicator of strength.
The Cyan Dragon Gang, with only one Martial Saint Initial Realm, Lei ng, thirty core mbers, and less than ten Tier Two mbers.
In Gray Rock District, they are barely considered a third-rate, guarding such a small slum, really reflects their actual level.
Having figured this out.
The slight sense of disparity due to the simple surroundings also completely disappeared from everyone’s hearts.
This instead outlined more clearly the cruel and realistic jungle law of the City of Injustice.
"It’s good to understand! Good to understand!" Liu San was relieved to see Chu Kuanglan catching on quickly, and these ten newcors also seed to accept the reality without obvious disdain, the burden on his mind finally dropped.
To receive six Tier Two mbers at once is unprecedented since the establishnt of the Cyan Dragon Gang.
If they were scared off by the accommodation conditions or upset them, Liu San would absolutely have to face severe consequences!
"Well then, Miss Su, brothers, get settled in! If you need anything or lack anything, just talk to Little Liu at the door, and we’ll try to get it if it’s possible!" Liu San said with a face full of smiles, enthusiastically, "The kitchen is already preparing dinner, we guarantee it’s filling, once the boss is done with his business, I’ll take you to et him at the earliest opportunity! By then, let the boss personally welco you!"
"Thank you, Brother Liu."
Fang Qingyu represented everyone, politely nodding in thanks.
"It’s nothing, nothing at all!"
Liu San replied repeatedly, gave so instructions to a thin young gang mber at the door, then left the dorm building with Ah Biao and the others with quick steps.
Once Liu San’s figure disappeared at the alley’s end, Chu Kuanglan slamd the door shut.
Only their people were left in the narrow room.
"Phew..." Chu Kuanglan let out a long breath, plopping down on the hard bedboard, the gangster smirk on his face instantly vanished, replaced by seriousness, "Damn, this place is even more twisted than we imagined on the ship."
Originally, Chu Kuanglan thought this City of Injustice might be a quick dungeon to clear.
After all, they are all geniuses among their peers, and combat is their forte.
So coming here, they weren’t afraid at all.
But if the numbers ga cos into play...that could turn out to be their biggest disadvantage.
Wei Banng’s cool face was also shadowed with concern.
Then, looking at Fang Qingyu, who had remained silent, her voice calm but hinting at suggestion: "Qingzi, Sister Lin Yu and the others...are also on this side. Dawn has thirty-seven people, all Tier Two, with a few at the peak. If..."
Her intention was clear. If they could pull in those thirty-plus from Dawn and rge them into the Cyan Dragon Gang, they would instantly have nearly fifty Tier Two combatants.
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