Chapter 252: A Shared Sense of Crisis
Zhang Cha’er’s corpse lay in the front courtyard of the Sanjiang Branch Helm.
Beside him were six ordinary Caobang disciples, all covered with white cloth.
Su Wangchuan felt heavy-hearted.
Although the price of taking down the Third-Rank Martial Artist ‘Tian Chou’ had not been terribly steep, the losses under his command were the only Second-Rank Martial Artist the branch helm had besides himself, as well as the core men he had brought over from the Yulong Gang.
Each of them had been flesh and blood. Every single one was a tremendous loss!
“Each disciple will receive ten taels of gold as a pension compensation. Zhang Cha’er will receive fifty taels of gold, to be given to his family.”
“Every disciple who participated in today’s encirclement operation will receive five taels of silver.”
Su Wangchuan’s words rekindled everyone’s spirits and drove them to steady themselves.
To the disciples of the Sanjiang Branch Helm, killing the Five Poison Sect’s branch leader—killing a Third-Rank Martial Artist—was, in truth, a great victory!