When Chu Xisheng led one thousand five hundred gang members, bearing the grand flag of West Mountain Hall, rushing over, the three thousand men of the Xiushui Alliance Army had already heard the news and fled, collapsing back into Xiushui City well in advance.
At this moment, the gang members and ship workers of the Iron Banner Gang at East City Pier knelt densely all over the ground.
"We greet the Young Flag Master!"
Many were teary-eyed, even shedding tears at this time.
"The Young Flag Master is mighty! We thought our Iron Banner Gang was finished and were ready to go down with those scum!"
"That battle just now was well fought! Truly satisfying. I really wish I could kill all those mixes inside the city."
"Young Flag Master, the Old Banner Master died so wrongfully! You must avenge the Old Banner Master!"
"Thank goodness! Thank goodness! We still have the Young Flag Master to rely on, with the Young Flag Master to stand up for us! Our Iron Banner Gang hasn't fallen!"
