Battle for Northern Frontier: The game begins with the grassland woman buying him.

Just as Su Zhan was engrossed in watching, he suddenly heard Lin Qingshan call him.

He turned his head and saw Lin Qingshan running towards him excitedly.

"Su Zhan! Come with me quickly, the Fierce Dragon Gang is here!"

Su Zhan nodded and followed Lin Qingshan downstairs. Lin Yuer was still asleep in the room, and Su Zhan did not disturb her.

Lin Qingshan was quite pleased. After leading Su Zhan downstairs, they walked directly outside, through the bustling streets, and finally arrived at a small tavern.

"The person in charge of the Raptors gang is inside. Once we're in, we should talk to him nicely, and then we can get things done."

Su Zhan asked with some doubt, "Big brother, is this reliable?"

Lin Qingshan looked completely confident: "Don't worry, it's absolutely reliable!"

Hearing him say that, Su Zhan didn't think much of it and went inside directly.

Lin Qingshan led Su Zhanxing and excitedly pushed open the door of the tavern. A mixture of cheap liquor and sweat wafted into their faces.

The tavern was dimly lit, and several men were drinking loudly and boisterously.

Behind the counter, an old man with gray hair was snoring.

Lin Qingshan completely ignored everything around him and said to Su Zhan in a low voice, "See? The contact person for the Fierce Dragon Gang is over there!" He pointed to a table at the very back.

Su Zhan looked around and saw a man sitting alone, slowly gnawing on a roast chicken.

The man was in his early thirties, thin and frail, wearing a faded short jacket with shiny black cuffs stained with oil.

The most obvious feature is the grotesque, centipede-shaped scar on his left cheek, which stretches from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth. As he chews the roast chicken, it twitches and twists, just like a centipede.

Su Zhan frowned, thinking to himself, "This guy's eyes are shifty, and he exudes a cunning air. He doesn't have the demeanor of a gang master at all. He's just a small fry."

Lin Qingshan, oblivious to everything, strode forward and led Su Zhan to the table, his face beaming with smiles as he said, "Eighth Master, you've kept me waiting! This is my brother-in-law, Su Zhan. He's incredibly skilled and definitely a promising talent."

He then turned to Su Zhan and enthusiastically introduced him: "Su Zhan, this is Master Ba San of the Fierce Dragon Gang, a big shot in the gang, in charge of new recruits. With his word, we can gain a foothold in Stone City!"

Eighth Master didn't even lift his eyelids, chuckled, and then spat the chicken bone on the ground. The scar twisted under the oil lamp, looking even more terrifying.

"A promising talent? Lin Qingshan, you've got quite the nerve. Let me tell you, the Fierce Dragon Gang isn't a place for collecting scraps. Not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can get in."

Eighth Master's voice was hoarse, filled with undisguised contempt. He glanced sideways at Su Zhan, his gaze sweeping over the blood-soaked bandage on Su Zhan's shoulder: "Still injured? Someone like you dares to join my Fierce Dragon Gang?"

Lin Qingshan's face stiffened. He felt that this Eighth Master was really underestimating him. He felt a surge of anger, but he didn't show it. He smiled ingratiatingly and said, "Eighth Master is joking. My brother-in-law is quite capable. I'll have him show you later, and you'll see."

As Lin Qingshan spoke, he pulled out a small cloth bag from his pocket, which jingled and clearly contained silver.

"This is just a small token of my appreciation; consider it an invitation to Eighth Master for a drink."

Eighth Master took the money pouch, opened it, and his scarred face twitched violently. He sneered, "Twenty taels of silver? You think you can give this to a beggar?"

As he spoke, Eighth Master slammed his fist on the table, making the wine bowls rattle: "Don't you understand the rules of the Fierce Dragon Gang? Joining fee, bribes, guarantor fees... it's at least 500 taels! With your penniless appearance, you'd better get out of here and not pollute my eyes!"

Eighth Master deliberately raised his voice, causing the men around him to burst into laughter. All their eyes fell on Su Zhan and Lin Qingshan, making Lin Qingshan extremely embarrassed.

Su Zhan couldn't hold back any longer. If even the low-level members of the Fierce Dragon Gang were so arrogant, then the Fierce Dragon Gang itself was no good either.

Su Zhan no longer wanted to talk to them. If they didn't want him here, there were plenty of other places that would. There was no need to waste words on a nobody.

But Lin Qingshan was reluctant to leave: "Eighth Master, 500 taels is too much. This is all the money we have on us."

Lin Qingshan gritted his teeth and pulled out another money pouch: "I'll add another 50 taels for you, making it 80 taels in total. Eighth Master, please have mercy and accept us. My brother-in-law and I are truly capable; we will definitely serve the gang after joining!"

Eighth Master slowly picked his teeth, the scar twitching and looking extremely disgusting. He seemed to be calculating something: "Eighty taels? Not even enough to fill a gap between my teeth!"

Then, Master Ba chuckled sinisterly, "But I see you two are quite strong. How about this, 300 taels of silver, I'll take you. Let me tell you, it's only because of you that I wouldn't have shortchanged anyone else."

Lin Qingshan's face turned deathly pale, and he was almost sweating profusely. Su Zhan couldn't bear to watch any longer and snorted coldly.

"Three hundred taels? Eighth Master, you have quite the appetite! Is this how your Fierce Dragon Gang always takes advantage of people's misfortunes?"

Upon hearing Su Zhan's words, Eighth Master's expression changed, and the centipede scar instantly twisted.

"Hey, young man, you've got a temper. Let me tell you, I'm doing this for your own good. You think I'm taking this money? Actually, it's all for doing things for you. Don't think I really care about your dirty money!"

Eighth Master suddenly lowered his voice and said, "To tell you the truth, the gang leader is short-handed recently, and I see you are sincere in joining the gang, so how about this... 100 taels! This is the lowest price, I can't go any lower! Even so, I'm taking the risk for you."

Lin Qingshan gritted his teeth, nodded, and said, "We'll give you the 100 taels!"

Lin Qingshan took out all the silver he had, but it was still a little short, so he asked Su Zhan for it, but Su Zhan didn't want to give it to him.

But in the end, seeing Lin Qingshan's pitiful appearance, Su Zhan had no choice but to give it to him.

Afterwards, Lin Qingshan gave all the silver he had to Master Ba San.

"Eighth Master, please count it, it's a full 100 taels! Please, you must help us find good jobs!"

Eighth Master grabbed the silver from Lin Qingshan's hand and began to rub it greedily with his fingertips, the scars on his face seeming to dance merrily.

He sighed reluctantly, "Oh well, what can I do? I'm too soft-hearted." He quickly stuffed the silver into his pocket, stood up, and dusted off his clothes—dust that wasn't actually there.

"Tomorrow morning, you two will report to the warehouse in the south of the city. I've arranged a lucrative job for you two: patrolling the streets. You'll be sheltered from the wind and rain, and you'll get two taels of silver a month. I wouldn't give such a job to anyone else, but you two are getting it for free!"

After Scarface finished speaking, he went straight to the second floor of the tavern, ignoring Su Zhan and Lin Qingshan.

Su Zhan felt helpless, but Lin Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief, and then a joyful expression appeared on his face.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to Su Zhan.

"Finally, it's done, Su Zhan! From now on, we have someone to rely on. We don't have to be afraid of anyone anymore. We can finally stand firm in this Stone City!"

Su Zhan didn't care. Patrolling the streets was just the lowest level of menial work in the gang, not even a formal member. Two coins a month, what could that be enough for? Not even enough to buy a bushel of rice!