SLAP!
Zhu Youduan slapped the fortune teller across the face. "Get lost. If you don't take the hint, it'll be more than just a slap."
The fortune teller covered his face and walked away.
After walking a few miles, he sat down by the side of the road and began to cry, his face etched with grievance.
"What's this all about? I'm just trying to do business. How am I bothering him? And he hits me..."
After crying for a moment, and making sure the person tailing him had left, the fortune teller touched his Blind man's cane and used a hook to send a message to He Jiaqing.
"Jiang Xiang Gang has surrounded Iron Gate Fort. Should we strike before they do, or should we wait until they've succeeded and then swoop in?"
Jiang Xiang Gang?
He Jiaqing smiled. "These bastards want to join the fun too? Who leaked the news?"
"They won't let merchants through. If they keep up the siege, those Home Cultivators in Iron Gate Fort will starve."
