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"Why are you innocently hurting people?" Wang Tiankuang's tone was displeased, but only slightly revealed.
The man was surprised to see Wang Tiankuang casually reach out and grab his whip, as he had used his energy for that move.
However, despite the surprise, the Tiger Skin Brute did not feel any wrongdoing in his deceitful actions. Instead, he shouted angrily, "Where the hell did you come from? If you can't explain yourself, don't blame me for tearing you apart!"
Wang Tiankuang's eyelid twitched, and he thought to himself, "How can these bandits be so unreasonable? What kind of judgment does my brother have to cooperate with them?"
"I am dull-witted; I don't quite understand what you mean," Wang Tiankuang collected his thoughts and asked in confusion.
"Stop pretending! Where's the token? If there's no token, you're an enemy intruder, and my Black Wind Stronghold will definitely tear you to pieces!" The Tiger Skin Brute spoke fiercely, and with a gesture, the other bandits drew their swords and approached Wang Tiankuang.
"The token has clearly been given to you. Do you Black Wind Stronghold want to kill me to silence me?" Wang Tiankuang could no longer hold back. The token had been taken by that man, yet he insisted it was not true. This situation clearly indicated an intention to breach the agreement.
"Kill to silence?" The Tiger Skin Brute scoffed. "Why would I need to kill to silence? I come and go freely; I'm not afraid of anything. Why would I care about killing someone?"
"Then why did you clearly accept my token but insist on denying it?" Wang Tiankuang pressed.
"Open your Dog Eyes and take a look; is this even called a token?" The Tiger Skin Brute pulled out the small booklet from his pocket and threw it forcefully onto the ground.
Wang Tiankuang was stunned. Looking at the Tiger Skin Brute's expression, he suspected that this evidence might be fake. Could it be that his brother Wang Tianba wanted to harm him?
Thinking of this, Wang Tiankuang broke into a cold sweat and thought, "Impossible, impossible! My brother has no reason to kill me; I'm not competing with Wang Weiyang for the position of head of the family. He would never do that!"
He reached down to pick up the booklet and examined it closely. Upon seeing it, he was shocked and immediately felt his face flush red, turning in an instant as bright as a monkey's backside.
"I'm sorry..." Wang Tiankuang felt like he had brought shame to the Wang family. If his older brother found out about this, he would surely beat him to death!
Seeing Wang Tiankuang's expression, the Tiger Skin Brute burst into laughter, pointing at Wang Tiankuang and asking, "Where's the token?"
Wang Tiankuang felt extremely awkward. He reached into his bosom, carefully searched for a moment, and then pulled out a small booklet. After seriously flipping through it once, he handed it over to the man.
The Tiger Skin Brute took it, opened it, and saw that it was filled with various strange symbols, which were indeed the special contact patterns of their Black Wind Stronghold.
"Alright, follow me!" After looking it over, the Tiger Skin Brute nodded.
"Whew..." Wang Tiankuang sighed deeply and mounted his horse.
"Wait!" Just as he was about to urge his horse forward, the Tiger Skin Brute spoke again, staring at Wang Tiankuang with a mischievous grin, leaving him unsure of his intentions.
"W-what is it?" Wang Tiankuang felt uneasy under his gaze; that look clearly sparkled with lewd intent.
"Give me that booklet!" The Tiger Skin Brute said in a domineering tone, as if it were only natural for Wang Tiankuang to hand over his belongings.
Wang Tiankuang was taken aback but quickly understood. Reluctantly, he took out the yellowed booklet from his bosom and handed it to the man.
"Haha! Truly a treasure!" The Tiger Skin Brute laughed wildly as if he had found something precious. Instead of leading the way, he sat back on his horse and began flipping through it again.
"Tsk tsk... this young lady, those thighs, so fair! If only I could touch them..." The Tiger Skin Brute commented lewdly while explaining to the nearby Brothers.
Hearing this, the group of mountain bandits known as Loyal Minions hurriedly leaned in closer, eagerly crowding around to take a look.
"Ah! Baby!" one of the Loyal Minions exclaimed excitedly upon seeing the illustration on the booklet.
They had long lived deep in the mountains, and although they often descended to plunder, they faced strong resistance from local forces each time. This resulted in them returning empty-handed nine out of ten times, and occasionally capturing a woman, who would only last a few days against a thousand strong men.
Thus, when they saw this booklet, they were so excited that they regarded it as a divine object.
The content illustrated in the booklet was a vivid scene of male and female intercourse, so lifelike that it felt as if one were experiencing it firsthand, causing their blood to surge.
Seeing this group treat it like a treasure, it was unlikely they would return it. At this thought, Wang Tiankuang felt frustrated and cursed their ancestors in his heart.
This booklet had cost him a fortune; he kept it close and would occasionally glance at it for comfort.
In truth, Wang Tiankuang was not short on money. If he wanted women, brothels were plentiful. However, he felt embarrassed to go because his stamina did not match his robust physique; he would struggle to last even half a tea's worth of time.
"Brother, if you finish looking at it, could you return it to me?" Wang Tiankuang asked tentatively, feeling reluctant to part with it.
"Stingy! Of course I'll give it back to you. What's the rush?! Tsk tsk, this little waist is too much. Once we take care of that Cold Family bunch, I need to discuss with the boss about going down the mountain to grab a few women for fun!" The Tiger Skin Brute replied dismissively and continued flipping through the booklet with intense focus.
"Elder Brother Five has a good idea! Brothers have been itching for this!" The other Loyal Minions cheered loudly upon hearing this, clearly pent up with desire.
"Elder Brother Five?" Wang Tiankuang was taken aback and thought to himself: "So this guy is Black Maitreya Bao Cheng'en, the Fifth Brother of the Five Great Warriors?"
With that in mind, Wang Tiankuang looked closely at the Tiger Skin Brute. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that this man had very little hair on his head, a round face with large ears, and a big belly—he indeed resembled Maitreya.
"Ah, so you are one of the Five Great Warriors. I have long admired your name; seeing you today truly confirms your extraordinary heroism. I am envious," Wang Tiankuang said as he cupped his hands in greeting and flattered him.
"Yes, yes, that's right." The Tiger Skin Brute completely ignored him, still focused on the booklet in front of him.
Wang Tiankuang felt a flash of anger cross his face, but ultimately he could only helplessly turn his frustration into embarrassment. His current situation was no different from being at someone else's mercy, so he dared not express his anger. No, it was more accurate to say he didn't dare to be angry or speak up.
After waiting for a while, Black Maitreya still showed no intention of moving. Wang Tiankuang furrowed his brows and glanced back at Ye Tian and the others. Seeing that there was no unusual activity, he felt slightly relieved. However, to be safe, he reminded them, "Fifth Leader, shouldn't we head back soon? I have important matters to discuss with the Boss."
"Right, right, business first." Black Maitreya patted his belly and said to the Loyal Minions, "Take this Wang whatever back to see the big brother; I'll bring up the rear."
"Wang whatever..." Wang Tiankuang felt a surge of anger. The other party was treating him as if he were insignificant, even forgetting his name. In his fury, Wang Tiankuang thought, "Damn it! Don't give me a chance; otherwise, I will definitely wipe out your Black Wind Stronghold to vent this frustration!"
The Loyal Minions received the Fifth Leader's order and reluctantly pulled their gazes away from the booklet, clearly still unsatisfied.
"Tsk tsk... so white... so big..." Black Maitreya drooled with a lewd expression.
Wang Tiankuang shot him a disdainful glance and inwardly cursed, "Has this guy never seen a woman before? How can he behave like this!"
Amidst his contempt, the group started moving towards Black Wind Stronghold. Wang Tiankuang snapped back to reality and spurred his horse to catch up, leaving Black Maitreya still dawdling behind, lost in the images from the booklet.
The journey was smooth and quick; in less than a quarter of an hour, the majestic and steep main peak of Black Wind Stronghold appeared before them. However, Wang Tiankuang did not pay much attention to it; instead, his gaze was fixed on a group of people at the foot of the mountain.
This was a team of about three to four hundred people, all dressed differently but made from animal skins and vines. Their weapons were also peculiar—some carried hoes, axes, large sticks, and even shoulder poles. This kind of group left Wang Tiankuang astonished and chilled his heart.
As they approached, the large crowd parted to leave a path wide enough for several people to walk side by side.
"Is the one coming here Wang Tiankuang, Second Uncle?" A voice rang out from the back of the group. Then a young man with a handsome appearance and elegantly dressed stepped forward from among them to greet him.
"Damn it, does this Black Wind Stronghold have a grudge against tigers?" At first, Wang Tiankuang felt somewhat pleased by the man's words, thinking at least there was someone who spoke nicely. However, when he saw the man's mount, his anger flared up once again.
The young man was riding a magnificent striped tiger, and the sight of it, especially with him dressed in tiger skin, made Wang Tiankuang feel deeply humiliated.
"You are..." After being insulted repeatedly, Wang Tiankuang could no longer muster any goodwill. His tone was icy, and he couldn't even be bothered to raise his eyes.
Seeing Wang Tiankuang's arrogant demeanor, the young man remained unfazed. He cupped his hands and chuckled lightly, saying, "I am Fan Fenglin, the Fourth Seat of Black Wind Stronghold, known as the Windwalker Young Master."
"Oh." Wang Tiankuang was still seething with anger and did not return the greeting.
"You arrogant bastard!"
"How dare you not dismount and kneel before the Fourth Seat!"
"You Wang family is nothing! Hurry up and get off your horse to apologize to the Fourth Seat!"
Compared to the young man, his Loyal Minions were far less polite. They were furious at Wang Tiankuang's arrogance, pointing fingers and cursing at him as if they wanted to tear him apart.
Wang Tiankuang furrowed his brows tightly, his fists clenched as a fierce wind began to swirl around him.
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