Then, it was Zhang Liang who stood at the entrance of the headquarters for three days and two nights, until he finally received a condolence letter from the head of the headquarters.
This managed to keep his brothers' hearts from growing cold.
Uerzha was truly in the dark about the origins of this bespectacled man. Some said he was the Closed-door Disciple of Seventh Uncle, who once dominated the northwest; others claimed he was just a minor lackey, acting bossy and arrogant because he had powerful backers, entirely clueless about restraint. Opinions varied, but Uerzha did not dare to take this young man lightly at all. Having crawled through life-and-death situations, theoretically, he should not give a second glance to such a tender-skinned scholar. Yet, the reality was that ever since the first time he laid eyes on him, Uerzha had been deeply wary of this man called Liu Zhiming.
