Feng Qi, the Ultimate Philanthropist

With their father held by Dug, Qiu Feilong, despite his indignation, could only grudgingly agree to Dug's demands.

Another two hours passed.

Qiu Feipeng, Yan Wu, and Qiu Muqian arrived one after another. Seeing the Iron Palm Gang's sign replaced with the Peacekeeping Gang's, they were similarly furious. But this time, Qiu Feilong held them back and explained, so they could only suppress their anger, one by one, and reluctantly put on the Peacekeeping Gang's uniforms.

"Third Sister, what do we do? We have to find a way to rescue Father! If Feng Qi keeps tormenting him, the Iron Palm Gang will become a laughingstock." Qiu Feilong had already learned the full story. "I think that guy is serious..."

"Is he really a Heavenly Demon?" Qiu Muqian, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with her hair styled in a married woman's bun, looked at her father's room from a distance and asked with a frown.

"I questioned all the gang members who witnessed it yesterday. Feng Qi's behavior is indeed abnormal. Just now, I've already sent Feipeng and Yan Wu to investigate the Feng Family," Qiu Feilong said. "But it will take at least three hours for them to return."

"Can we kill him?" Qiu Muqian asked.

"We considered it," Han Zuo said. "However, Feng Qi is very cunning. Last night, he subtly indicated to us that as long as we didn't kill him with one blow, he would kill the gang leader first. We don't dare to risk it."

"Doesn't he ever let his guard down?" Qiu Muqian asked.

"He's been in high spirits, showing no signs of fatigue." Han Zuo's eyes were bloodshot, and he shook his head. "He hasn't even switched the hand holding his sword..."

His voice cut off abruptly as he turned to look at Qiu Yuanlang's room.

A pale Qiu Yuanlang shakily emerged from the doorway. He was covered in bandages and wearing a Peacekeeping Gang uniform. Dug stood behind him, his long sword still held to Qiu Yuanlang's neck.

Liu Cheng expressionlessly carried a chair and stood to the side, while Wang San next to him was still holding his severed hand, muttering to himself.

"Gang Leader!"

"Father!"

"Father!"

The three were greatly alarmed and rushed towards him.

"Feng Qi, don't go too far! My father is so injured, how dare you make him come out?" Qiu Muqian's face was ashen as she angrily demanded.

Qiu Feilong kept tugging at her clothes from behind, signaling her not to be impulsive.

Dug glanced at Qiu Muqian, ignored her, then turned to Liu Cheng: "Hall Master Liu, the chair."

Liu Cheng quickly placed the chair next to Qiu Yuanlang.

"Gang Leader Qiu, please sit. The doctor said you're still weak and shouldn't overexert yourself." Dug solicitously helped Qiu Yuanlang to sit on the chair.

The Iron Palm Gang's banner had been replaced with one bearing the character "Peace," and the gang members moving about the courtyard were all wearing Peacekeeping uniforms, even their own Hall Masters had changed their clothes...

Watching the Iron Palm Gang completely transformed overnight, Qiu Yuanlang's eye twitched involuntarily a few times, and he sighed, "Seventh Master, impressive methods."

"My methods are ordinary; it's all thanks to the gang leader's excellent management of his subordinates," Dug chuckled, saying, "The gang leader's subordinates are all loyal and devoted. I'm just basking in the gang leader's glory. If there were even one or two who disregarded the gang leader's safety and wanted to overthrow him, I wouldn't be able to achieve this. If they just found dozens of strong bows and surrounded the room, shooting wildly, I'd have been full of holes long ago."

"..." Qiu Yuanlang fell silent, unsure whether to feel fortunate or sorrowful at that moment.

"Father, don't worry, I will definitely find a way to rescue you," Qiu Muqian said.

"Miss Qiu, I'll only say this once: I haven't done anything to your esteemed father. We are in a cooperative relationship. If you continue to view me as an enemy, you will only bring unbearable consequences upon yourself." Dug looked at Qiu Muqian, frowning. "The Peacekeeping Gang is going to do great things. We are no longer the undisciplined Iron Palm Gang of before. As a Hall Master, you must take the lead in maintaining discipline within the gang. Don't say things that are detrimental to unity in the future."

"You..." Qiu Muqian looked at the sword Dug moved to her father's finger, her eyes welling up with tears. "Yes."

"Seventh Master, whether it's upholding justice or peace! Relying on threats is ultimately not a long-term solution," Qiu Yuanlang sighed, weakly saying, "Why don't we sit down and talk properly, and discuss a solution that we can all accept? How about it?!"

"We will talk, but before that, we need to act. After all, we don't have much time," Dug said, shaking his head with a smile. "Old Qiu, I didn't form the Peacekeeping Gang for fun; I genuinely intend to accomplish things. Hall Master Han, gather the gang members. I have a few things to announce."

Han Zuo looked at Qiu Yuanlang.

Qiu Yuanlang nodded to him: "Go. From this moment on, Seventh Master's orders are my orders. Since we've agreed to cooperate, we must show sincerity."

Han Zuo turned and left.

Qiu Yuanlang stopped speaking, silently channeling energy to heal his wounds. He was under someone else's control, so there was nothing he could do.

He wanted to see what trouble Feng Qi, who was holding him hostage, could stir up.

Feng Qi wanted to use him to threaten the gang members. As long as Feng Qi wasn't pushed too far, his life would be safe. Everyone had moments of carelessness. Once Feng Qi relaxed, he would escape his control, and the Iron Palm Gang would still be his.

His decades of management could not be shaken by a mere young lad changing clothes and names.

A short while later.

The Iron Palm Gang members gathered in the courtyard, all wearing unified uniforms. They looked spirited, but their gazes towards Dug were filled with anger.

After all, this fellow had tormented them for an entire night.

"Everyone," Dug surveyed the crowd. "Starting last night, the Iron Palm Gang is a thing of the past. We have a new name—the Peacekeeping Gang. Today, in the presence of the old gang leader, I will reiterate the Peacekeeping Gang's rules: uphold peace, uphold justice, uphold stability, uphold order, uphold morality, uphold fairness, and even uphold the environment...

In short, what we can uphold, we must uphold. What we cannot uphold, we must also find a way to uphold."

"..." Wang San swallowed. Good heavens, can keywords be used like that? "Han Zuo, find a few literate gang members and have them write down our principles. Post them on every street in Luyang City. We must strive to let every citizen know about our change." Dug then looked at Han Zuo and instructed, "We want everyone to know that when they encounter bullying and oppression, they can come to us. When they face unfair treatment, they can come to us. Come to us, and we will solve their problems; first, we must create a peaceful and stable environment in Luyang City, then gradually expand outwards, and then influence the entire martial arts world, the entire country..."

Han Zuo looked at Qiu Yuanlang again. This matter was too big; he felt he couldn't make the decision.

"Why do you keep looking at me? Didn't I just say it? Seventh Master's orders are my orders," Qiu Yuanlang said.

Han Zuo sighed silently, selected literate people from among the gang members, and then found someone to bring writing brushes and ink.

His face was somewhat ashen. He felt that if this continued, even if the gang leader regained the Iron Palm Gang, there would be no place for him within it.

How did this Feng Qi manage to swindle only him?!

In a moment, a dozen tables were set up, and those literate individuals gathered, discussing how to write the public notice.

Dug glanced at them, then looked at Han Zuo and asked, "Hall Master Han, when we ordered the custom uniforms and changed the signboards last night, you didn't pay the artisans triple wages as I instructed, did you?"

"..." Han Zuo froze. "It was rushed last night; I haven't had a chance yet."

"I see you're used to being overbearing!" Dug scoffed. "If we want to uphold justice, we must first be firm ourselves. If even we can't be fair and just, how can the public possibly trust us? Later, you personally take people to pay the artisans who were disturbed last night, apologize to them, gain their understanding, and explain our new doctrine to them."

Han Zuo paused, then cupped his fist at Dug. "Understood."

"Don't pretend to obey while doing the opposite," Dug said. "Whether your actions are sincere will directly affect my growth. If my strength doesn't increase, it means you're not doing enough, and I'll cut off one of Hall Master Qiu's fingers. If you fall short once, I'll cut one; if you fall short twice, I'll cut two..."

"You..." Qiu Muqian was furious.

"Hmm?" Dug turned to Qiu Muqian. "Hall Master Qiu, is there a problem?"

Looking at the longsword pointed at her father's finger, Qiu Muqian took a deep breath. "I'm fine."

"If you're fine, then go supervise Hall Master Han, lest he, unwilling to endure humiliation, just leaves." Dug nodded. "After all, Old Qiu is your father. You care about him more, and if he really runs off, I'll still cut your dad's fingers..."

"..." Han Zuo.

"..." Qiu Muqian.

Qiu Yuanlang sighed silently, suddenly understanding why Dug didn't bother negotiating with him. Using him to threaten subordinates into carrying out orders was clearly more effective than any so-called negotiation.

Dug surveyed everyone and continued, "Also, Hall Master Han, all those dirty dealings within the gang I mentioned to you yesterday, clear them all up today. Apologize where apologies are due, and for every wrongdoing, you must gain the victim's understanding. We need to show the greatest sincerity to prove our change to the people of Luyang City..."