"Shopkeeper, the men have been assembled. I guarantee we'll be able to take down that Fang Yue this time."
In the courtyard of the Four Directions Gambling House, the pedantic Scholar, who was as tall and thin as a beanpole and served as the Dog Head Military Advisor, spoke to the Shopkeeper seated at the head.
"However, Shopkeeper, are we bringing too many people this time? Isn't it a bit like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut? That Fang Wuju, although still a Martial Scholar, is a cripple. I'm afraid even a Martial Artist at the Skin Grinding Pass could handle him."
Since the gambling house was in a shady business, it naturally employed many thugs.
Of course, they were just men with mediocre skills. Most of them hadn't even reached the first stage of the Martial Dao. They were fine for bullying ordinary people, but definitely no match for a true Martial Artist.
As for Martial Artists of higher Martial Arts Realms, they had those as well, of course.
