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37: Join the Red Tiger Gang, Ansheng CasinoHearing this, Qin Jiang’s eyes flickered, tears welled up at the corners, and a strange melancholic emotion surged into his heart.

But in reality, he was very calm at this moment.

He knew that this sadness did not come from him, but was an instinctive reaction of this body.

“What happened?” he asked.

Wang Minglang looked up at Qin Jiang; although tears were already flowing uncontrollably, he still struggled to maintain his composure.

He’s stronger than this old man.

He sighed, “She encountered a Bizarre when she was on a mission and didn’t come back. She’s missing.”

Qin Jiang nodded at this, “It’s good that she didn’t come back; missing doesn’t mean dead.”

Wang Minglang also subconsciously nodded. Yes, no news is good news.

However, for someone who went missing after encountering a Bizarre, the chance of returning, if not zero, is extremely slim; it’s basically a death sentence.

He never thought that one day he would experience a white-haired person burying a black-haired person. He had high hopes for Qin Hong; she should have gone much further.

At this thought, he slightly lowered his eyes, his hair seemed to have whitened a bit more, and the aura of old age on him seemed to have materialized.

A moment later, he looked up at Qin Jiang, “You want to join the Red Tiger Gang?”

Qin Jiang nodded, “Yes, I don’t want to wait any longer. The City is becoming more and more dangerous, and I want to get the Red Tiger Fist Manuscript as soon as possible.”

Wang Minglang looked at him with complex eyes, continuously puffing on his large pipe.

It wasn’t until a thin layer of smoke filled the room that he slowly spoke, “Joining the Red Tiger Gang might lead to death.”

Qin Jiang sat down on a chair, picked up a wine bowl, and took a sip.

Wang Minglang slightly raised his hand, a little surprised, “Hey, that was for your sister… Never mind, you drink it.”

Qin Jiang was startled, then drained the wine in one gulp, and immediately a burning sensation flowed down his throat into his stomach.

“Uncle Wang, I know I might die, but if I don’t join the Red Tiger Gang, will I not die?”

He looked earnestly at Wang Minglang, “Uncle Wang, in this chaotic world, only by wielding power can one survive!

Constant avoidance is merely an act of cowardice, no different from drinking poison to quench thirst! It will only lead to self-destruction!”

Wang Minglang’s body trembled, and he looked at Qin Jiang with shaking eyes; after the astonishment came joy.

He burst out laughing, a glint of moisture in his eyes, “Hahahahaha! Yes! You’re right! I never thought that an old man who has lived for nearly a century would become muddled instead!”

He grabbed Qin Jiang’s wrist, “Let’s go! Jiang’er, to the Red Tiger Gang!”

Leaving the courtyard, the two headed straight for the Inner City’s North Gate. When passing through the gate, Wang Minglang showed a crimson token, and the County Soldiers guarding it let them pass without even asking a question.

Qin Jiang took the opportunity to observe; one side of the crimson token was engraved with the character ‘Wang’, and the other side was a bas-relief of a fierce tiger descending a mountain.

Entering the Inner City, the North Market had not yet closed, and many people were still strolling around.

The Inner City no longer had a curfew; even the County Magistrate himself was encouraging night markets.

They didn’t enter the North Market; instead, they bypassed it and headed towards Chongren Ward, one of the sixteen wards.

Before long, after crossing two small bridges and several streets, they stopped in front of a gambling house.

Qin Jiang looked over; the gambling house had many entrances, each covered by two gray cloths. The left one read ‘An’, and the right one read ‘Sheng’.

Together, they formed the name of this gambling house—Ansheng Gambling House, which was also the largest gambling house in Black Mountain City.

Outside the dozen or so doors of the gambling house, each entrance was guarded by two Gang Disciples to prevent those who broke the rules from escaping.

“Look, this is one of our… this is one of the Red Tiger Gang’s properties. The words ‘An Sheng’ are taken from the names of County Magistrate Song Xiaoan and County Lieutenant Long Yuesheng. Anyone with eyes wouldn’t dare cause trouble here,” Wang Minglang said.

The two lifted the door curtain and walked in; a smell of smoke and sweet wine assailed them.