Wang Heihou burst into the room in a panic. Seeing Lu Chang'sheng, he blurted out, "It's bad, Mr. Zhao's been detained by the Three Red Gang!"
"No rush, slow down and tell us." Lu Chang'sheng felt a faint heaviness in his heart, but looking at Wang Heihou, who was gasping for air, he still managed to act calm and collected.
Seeing this, everyone else instantly felt like they'd found their backbone, and their panic subsided quite a bit.
Wang Heihou took a deep breath and recounted what happened.
Turns out, today was rent collection day. As usual, Zhao Hu took the silver coins to the Three Red Gang's headquarters to pay the monthly rent.
Earlier this year, Steward Li left the Traveler's Inn—word was he'd gone into the city.
The four main gates' gangs were just the outlying riffraff compared to those in the prefecture city, and their biggest dream was to make it inside. Steward Li heading into the city probably meant he'd made progress and needed manpower.
