Tie Xiaosheng's face was ashen, and he gnashed his teeth, "You want me to abandon you and leave?"
"The green hills will not change, the green waters will flow forever. Even a child understands this principle."
The Iron Madman cast an unsatisfied glance at Tie Xiaosheng, "These 3,600 core gang members are the capital we have accumulated over ten years of gathering. We can't let them perish here. Little Chu's cultivation is too low; although he has two fifth-grade half-demons and many masters of unknown origin by his side, after my death, these people might not be willing to serve him.
"Only if you help him suppress the situation, can the Iron Banner Gang and my Tie Armor Sect have a future. Besides, I will soon succumb to the demon within, and during combat, friend and foe will be indistinguishable. What use is there for you to stay here?"
