Zhao Xuanxuan and Ma Qingxue understood after listening to him.
A country definitely would not allow an organization that threatened national security to exist—especially Xia country, which was very strict in controlling organizations.
Of course, small gangs were not enough to attract the attention of the higher-ups of the country.
After all, in this society, there were always some idle people who liked to stir up trouble.
If they had to get involved in everything, it would be a sheer waste of energy and money.
…
There was a moment of silence.
"Brother, where are you planning to set up the guesthouse?" Zhao Xuanxuan asked.
Qin Chuan thought for a moment. "In the mountains."
"The mountains?" Zhao Xuanxuan was stunned for a moment. "Won't we become savages then?"
Qin Chuan shrugged his shoulders. "There's nothing we can do about it. After all, we are still too weak now."