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Chapter 33: 033 When you can’t pick up chopsticks_1
This night, the Iron Palm Gang was thrown into chaos.
All the gang members had been sent to Luyang City; some to find carpenters, some to find tailors, others to find embroiderers…
Han Zuo was seething with rage, yet he dared not disobey Feng Qi’s orders, not even dare to slack.
Feng Qi acted without regard for consequences; he feared that man would truly dare to bring out Gang Master Qiu the next day to inspect his work. Renaming the Iron Palm Gang to Peacekeeping Gang was somewhat shameful, but it was still better than the Gang Master being harmed to death by his hands.
Canal transport was a lucrative business, watched by countless eyes. Without Qiu Yuanlang holding the fort, the Iron Palm Gang’s destruction was not far off.
In the worst case, after dealing with Feng Qi, Han Zuo would ask for punishment and help the Iron Palm Gang clear its name.
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In Qiu Yuanlang’s sickroom, Duge spent the whole night talking about ideals with Liu Cheng, also probing each other out.
Liu Cheng’s original intention was to guard Duge, hoping to find an opportunity to snatch the Gang Leader from his hands. Yet to his surprise, by the end of it, even the sick Wang San had managed to sneak in a short nap while Feng Qi remained as vibrant as ever, without a hint of tiredness.
On the contrary, it was him, yawning one after another, barely able to hold on. If it wasn’t for Feng Qi having no intention to kill him, he would certainly have been the first to fall.
Dawn began to break.
Liu Cheng with dark circles under his eyes, yawned and said, “Mr. Seven, such vigorous energy, you must be among the best within the Heavenly Demon!”
Duge replied modestly, “I wouldn’t say among the best, just fortunate to be more energetic.”
Actually, Duge had planned to tie up Liu Cheng and then alternate resting with Wang San. He had tested the special forces’ eight-minute rest technique on Earth, a little rest every so often for eight minutes, to recover most of his energy.
With his keen senses and Wang San’s early warning, sneaking out for eight minutes would likely not be a problem.
However, he had gone through the whole night without feeling a trace of sleepiness. It probably had to do with his rapidly increased attributes and the previously enhanced spiritual power—an unexpected boon.
And it made sense.
In the game, virtual characters only had a physical stamina setting; they never needed to sleep. When and how long they rested depended entirely on the gamer outside being tired or not.
Wang San still needed to sleep; the simulation field’s settings were very humanized. But after resting for more than half an hour, he was rejuvenated, meaning his attribute values were probably not low either.
At this moment.
Noises came from outside.
Along with the admonishing voices saying, “Eldest son, don’t be rash.”
With a bang, the door was kicked open, and someone burst in with a cold breeze: “I’d like to see what kind of Heavenly Demon dares to in… Dad…”
The person braked suddenly upon seeing Qiu Yuanlang with a longsword at his neck.
“Eldest son? Qiu Feilong?” Duge glanced at him and said indifferently, “Impulsiveness is the devil. Did you know that if I hadn’t raised the sword a fraction higher just now, your actions could have sent your father to the west? I preserved your filial piety. You should thank me…”
“Fuck you!” Qiu Feilong exploded with rage, “Let go of my dad, and I’ll spare your life.”
Han Zuo followed inside, now dressed in a blue-black robe with a white circle on the front, with a neat “Peace” character written within.
He glanced around awkwardly at the scene in the room, reached to pull Qiu Feilong away, and suggested diplomatically, “Eldest son, let’s go outside. The Gang Leader needs peace to recover. Let’s talk outside…”
“You want me to talk outside while someone holds a sword to my dad?” Qiu Feilong said angrily, pointing at the “Peace” on Han Zuo’s chest, “And you, you idiot, do whatever he tells you? Are you a member of the Iron Palm Gang or his man?”
“I…” Han Zuo glanced at Duge, unable to say anything with his embarrassed face.
“Kneel, or I’ll chop off one of your dad’s fingers,” Duge said as he suddenly drew another longsword, pressing the blade against Qiu Yuanlang’s thumb, “Is my man someone you can scold?”
“…” Qiu Feilong was stunned, glaring at Duge angrily.
“Feng Qi, what nonsense are you talking? When did I become your man?” Han Zuo desperately tried to explain, his face flushed red.
“Wearing the clothes of the Peacekeeping Gang makes you my man,” Duge declared earnestly, “If you can’t even maintain the dignity of my man, how can we talk about upholding justice in the world?”
He then turned to Qiu Feilong, “Kneel!”
Duge wouldn’t miss any opportunity to enforce his dominance. He pressed down with his longsword, and Qiu Yuanlang’s fingertip immediately showed red. The unconscious Qiu Yuanlang twitched reflexively.
“You dare?” Qiu Feilong said anxiously, taking a forceful step forward. Duge pressed the other hand’s sword against Qiu Yuanlang’s throat and looked at Qiu Feilong provocatively, “Rebellious son, are you thinking of patricide and usurping the throne?”
Qiu Feilong’s complexion darkened, caught in an impossible situation.
At this moment.
Only then did he understand why Han Zuo had stopped him at the door. Without killing Feng Qi, this was a dilemma with no solution. Anyone who entered would be humiliated unless he wished his own father dead.
“Not kneeling?” Duge shook his head, and with a mocking laugh he said, “Old Qiu, oh Old Qiu, you’ve raised a son with ambition. Too bad, from now on, your nickname in the martial world will probably be ‘Nine Finger Divine Palm.’ I hope that when you can’t pick up chopsticks in the future, you won’t resent your son…”
As he spoke, he raised the longsword, ready to strike.
“Stop!” Qiu Feilong, with eyes about to burst from fury, hissed through his teeth, “I’ll kneel.”
Staring at Duge, he slowly kneeled to the ground, stressing each word, “Are you satisfied now!”
“Why kneel to me?” Duge looked astonished, “Kneel to Han Zuo! You insulted his dignity, not mine, didn’t you?”
“…” Qiu Feilong stiffened. His face turned the color of iron as he got up, turned towards Han Zuo, and was about to kneel down, “Hall Master Han, I was wrong.”
Han Zuo hurriedly supported him and said, “Eldest Young Master, there’s no need.” He looked at Duge, panic-stricken, “Mr. Seven, you don’t have to stand up for me, I am without any dignity…”
“Hall Master Han, you may not have dignity, but wearing that clothing, you represent the Peacekeeping Gang. I’m not only defending your dignity but also the honor of Peacekeeping Gang,” Duge stated sternly, “I want every member of Peacekeeping Gang to know that as long as they wear this clothing, no one is allowed to bully you.”
Nobody bullies us, it’s just you who did!
Originally changing the signboard and clothes, I could still survive; this kneel by the Eldest Young Master has cut off all paths for me in the Iron Palm Gang…
Han Zuo felt like crying.
Duge’s move was ruthless, easily driving a wedge between him and the Eldest Young Master.
“Hall Master Han, don’t stop me, this is a predicament I brought upon myself.” Qiu Feilong’s face clouded over as he pushed away Han Zuo’s hand and kowtowed firmly, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have insulted the Peacekeeping Gang.”
It’s over!
Han Zuo closed his eyes in anguish, filled with despair.
“Now are you satisfied!” Qiu Feilong stood up again, glaring at Duge, his gaze icy cold, as if he was looking at a dead man.
“Eldest Young Master, don’t blame me, the Peacekeeping Gang was founded by both me and your father. To uphold the moral code of the martial world, iron-fisted measures must be used. I have no choice in doing this. Since you are from Iron Palm Gang and have returned, you should fulfill your filial duties. Start by changing into Peacekeeping Gang’s clothes,” Duge said with a smile, “The old man hasn’t awakened yet. When he does, I hope he sees a completely renewed gang…”
“Feng Qi, don’t push things too far,” Qiu Feilong roared.
“You’ve already knelt, what does a change of clothes amount to? Surely you wouldn’t want me to threaten you with your father’s finger again, would you?” Duge looked regretfully at Qiu Yuanlang and picked up his sword again, playfully poised above his finger, “In the future, when you can’t pick up chopsticks, I hope you won’t resent your son…”
The foot-in-the-door technique, after demanding an overly excessive action, asking for a less excessive one becomes relatively easier to accept.
“Fine, I’ll change.” Qiu Feilong’s eyes bulged, his face flushing red with humiliation, “Hall Master Han, get me a set of clothes.”
Han Zuo nodded.
“Four sets,” Duge corrected, “Gang Master, Hall Master Liu, and this physician should also change.”
Liu Cheng remained silent. After a night of confrontation, he had already understood that submission was the best strategy against Duge. This way, the old Gang Master might suffer a little less.
All night long, Duge had left more than a dozen marks on his neck. A few more sessions, and calluses would form; they could rename themselves the Iron Neck Gang.
After a moment of thought, Duge looked at Qiu Feilong and ordered, “Eldest Young Master, as the eldest of the Qiu Family, when more Hall Masters come to visit your father, you’re responsible for greeting them. Whoever comes, they change clothes. If they don’t, I’ll stamp on your father’s finger. With six more Hall Masters and ten fingers, that should suffice.”
Qiu Feilong flew into a rage, “Feng Qi, don’t take things too far! My father is in that state, can he even wear clothes?”
“Draping it over him will suffice,” Duge replied, “Old Qiu represents the Peacekeeping Gang, and under any circumstances, he must set an example…”
