The Tiger Lord, usually quick to anger at seeing his former subordinate land a fortune and become stronger than him, simply nodded. He was even slightly relieved at Hu Gan's words. Still, he looked at the armor they wore with burning envy in his eyes.
"I'll earn one of those suits when the Shopkeeper returns!" Then, he moved to the window, shouting outside, calling the attention of his subordinates nursing their injuries. "Move out, you lazy cats! We have ore to mine!"
Although confused about what he meant, they all stood up in attention.
Within the hour, Sleeping Dragon City was in an uproar. The citizens, who had barricaded themselves inside expecting a bloodbath, peeked out to see something impossible.
The Iron Crane disciples weren't breaking stalls or demanding protection money. They were... sweeping. They were organizing traffic. They were guarding the gates with a disciplined, albeit confused, vigilance.
