Vice Gang Leader Liu rose and intervened:
"That's enough! The prize for winning the gang tournament is usually a weapon with special powers."
As he spoke, he pulled out a gauntlet, which immediately caught Tang Wen's eye.
It was unclear what material the gauntlet was made of.
It gave off a vivid green glow; one look was enough to tell it was most likely poisonous.
A poison mist gauntlet.
"The top three finishers all receive a prize. It'll be enough for you to trade for a portion of Fifth Grade Blood Marrow."
Vice Gang Leader Liu's tone was like that of someone placating a sulking child.
Waves of derisive laughter filled the hall.
Vice Gang Leader Lin couldn't even be bothered to fan the flames. He simply stared at Tang Wen with contempt.
The others also shot Tang Wen mocking and derisive looks.
The Gang Leader looked at his disciple-in-name-only and couldn't help but wonder, 'Has this kid's life been too easy?'
Still, he was his disciple. He had to protect him.
