Hu Ma didn’t really believe that Yang Gong could succeed.
Most of the Red Incense disciples, except for a very few, came from poor families.
Like Yang Gong, who knew where his home was and what his name was, were already a minority.
Most of them were completely clueless, even forgetting their hometowns.
After joining the Red Lantern Lady’s Association, they fought for their future with their lives, trading blood for food.
Although their status in the association was high and they were well-provided for, their lives were often short-lived.
Today they might be laughing and full of ambition, but tomorrow they could die in a ditch, unnoticed by anyone.
Yang Gong seemed like a typical example.
He was proud and arrogant, having served the Red Lantern Lady for a year and still alive.
Of course, he had some skills.
Those Red Incense disciples who survived the first year of elimination might even have greater abilities than Hu Ma himself.
But now, wanting to take on a major task alone and compete with those vicious and ruthless people for blood food was still a bit too much for him.
Hu Ma even thought that Yang Gong might lose his life in the process.
But there was no way to persuade him.