Zheng Ba cautiously glanced at Zheng Ming and noticed that, aside from appearing a little more mature than before, he was still the same youthful boy. However, Zheng Ba was well aware that the current status of the Zheng's was solely due to this young man.
"Young Master Ming, your uncle has come this time... I had no choice but to come."
After saying this, Zheng Ba finally breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that visiting Zheng Ming's house was equivalent to selling his own face, but with the family's supremacy at stake, he had no other choice.
"Uncle Zheng Ba, I understand. You'll always be welcome here, but if others wish to stay, they should not blame me for not warning them in advance."
As Zheng Ming spoke, he intoned somberly, "Dingzhou is remote with its high mountains, and banditry is rampant; it's quite normal for a few people to die."
Listening to Zheng Ming's words, Zheng Ba felt a shiver run through him; he knew that this was no mere threat.