Feng Qi, Who Took Good Deeds to the Extreme

With his father in Dug's grasp, no matter how unwilling Qiu Feilong was, he could only agree to Dug's demands in humiliation.

Another two hours passed.

Qiu Feipeng, Yan Wu, and Qiu Muqian returned one after another. When they saw that the Iron Palm Gang's sign had been replaced with the Peacekeeping Gang's, they too flew into a rage. But with Qiu Feilong stopping them and explaining what had happened, they could only swallow their anger and grudgingly change into Peacekeeping Gang uniforms.

"Third Sister, what do we do? We have to find a way to rescue Father! If Feng Qi keeps tormenting us, the Iron Palm Gang will become a joke." 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, wore her hair in a bun and was dressed like a married woman. Looking from afar at her father's door, she frowned and asked.

"I questioned every gang member who witnessed it yesterday. Feng Qi's behavior truly is abnormal. Just now, I sent Feipeng and Yan Wu to investigate the Feng Family," Qiu Feilong said. "But they won't be back for at least another three hours."

"Can we kill him?" Qiu Muqian asked.

"We considered it," Han Zuo said. "But Feng Qi is extremely shrewd. Last night, he tactfully made it clear that if we failed to kill him in one blow, he would kill the gang leader first. We don't dare take that risk."

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

"He's been energetic the whole time, without a trace of fatigue." Han Zuo's eyes were bloodshot as he shook his head. "He hasn't even switched the hand holding his sword..."

His voice came to an abrupt stop as he turned toward Qiu Yuanlang's door.

Pale-faced Qiu Yuanlang trembled as he emerged from the doorway. His body was wrapped in bandages, and he wore a Peacekeeping Gang robe. Dug stood behind him, his longsword still pressed against his neck.

Liu Cheng stood to one side with an expressionless face, carrying a chair. Beside him, Wang San was still holding his severed hand, muttering to himself.

"Gang Leader!"

"Father!"

"Father!"

The three were horrified and hurried over.

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

Behind her, Qiu Feilong kept tugging at her clothes, signaling for her not to act rashly.

Dug glanced at Qiu Muqian and ignored her. Turning back, he called out, "Hall Master Liu, the chair."

Liu Cheng hurriedly placed the chair beside Qiu Yuanlang.

"Gang Leader Qiu, please sit. The doctor said your body is still weak and you mustn't overexert yourself." Dug solicitously supported Qiu Yuanlang and helped him sit down.

The Iron Palm Gang's banner had been replaced by one bearing the character "Peace." The gang members moving about the courtyard all wore Peacekeeping Gang attire, and even his hall masters had changed their clothes...

Looking at the Iron Palm Gang, unrecognizable after just one night, Qiu Yuanlang's eye twitched involuntarily. He sighed. "Seventh Master, what impressive methods."

"My methods are nothing special. It's all thanks to the gang leader's excellent command of his subordinates." Dug smiled. "Your men are all fiercely loyal, Gang Leader Qiu. I merely benefited from your good fortune. If there had been even one or two who disregarded your safety and wanted to seize power, I could never have accomplished this. All they would have needed was a few dozen powerful bows to surround the room and fire a volley. I'd have been a pincushion long ago."

"..." Qiu Yuanlang fell silent, unable for a moment to decide whether he should feel fortunate or sorrowful.

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

"Miss Qiu, I'll only say this once. I haven't done anything to your father. We are partners. If you continue to regard me as an enemy, you'll only bring unbearable consequences upon yourself." Dug looked at Qiu Muqian and frowned. "The Peacekeeping Gang is going to accomplish 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 harm unity again."

"You..." Qiu Muqian looked at the sword moving toward her father's fingers, tears filling her eyes. "Yes."

"Seventh Master, whether it is upholding justice or preserving peace, relying on threats will never be a long-term solution." Qiu Yuanlang sighed and said weakly, "Why don't we sit down and have a proper talk, and work out a solution we can all accept?"

"We will talk, but before that, we need to take action. After all, we don't have much time." Dug smiled and shook his head. "Old Qiu, I didn't establish the Peacekeeping Gang as a joke. I intend to truly get things done. Hall Master Han, gather the gang members. I have several matters to announce."

Han Zuo looked at Qiu Yuanlang.

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

Han Zuo turned and left.

Qiu Yuanlang said nothing more and silently circulated his energy to heal his injuries. He was under another's control anyway and could do nothing.

He wanted to see what Feng Qi, who had been holding him hostage all this time, could possibly accomplish.

Feng Qi wanted to use him to threaten the gang members. As long as they did not force Feng Qi into desperation, his life would not be in danger. Everyone had moments of carelessness. Once Feng Qi let down his guard and he escaped his control, the Iron Palm Gang would still be his.

His decades of management could not be shaken by some brat merely changing clothes and a name.

Shortly after.

The Iron Palm Gang members gathered in the courtyard. Dressed in uniform clothing, they looked rather spirited, but their gazes toward Dug were filled with anger.

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

"Everyone." Dug swept his gaze over the crowd. "Since last night, the Iron Palm Gang has become a thing of the past. We now have a new name—the Peacekeeping Gang. Today, before the old gang leader, I will restate the Peacekeeping Gang's rules: uphold peace, uphold justice, uphold stability, uphold order, uphold morality, uphold fairness, even uphold the environment...

"In short, whatever can be upheld, we must uphold. And whatever cannot be upheld, we must find a way to uphold."

"..." Wang San swallowed. Good heavens, could a keyword be used like that? Dug looked at Han Zuo again and ordered, "Find a few literate gang members and have them write down our principles. Post them on every street in Luyang City, and strive to let every citizen know about our transformation. We must let everyone know that when they suffer oppression from bullies, they can come to us; when they receive unfair treatment, they can come to us. If they come to us, we can solve their problems. First, we will create a peaceful and stable environment in Luyang City, then gradually spread outward, eventually influencing the entire martial world and the entire nation..."

Han Zuo looked at Qiu Yuanlang again. This was too major a matter for him to decide on his own.

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

Han Zuo silently sighed, selected several literate men from among the gang members, and had someone fetch brushes and ink.

His expression was somewhat bleak. He felt that if this continued, even if the gang leader reclaimed the Iron Palm Gang, there would be no place left for him in it.

Why did this Feng Qi have to keep targeting him alone?

Before long, more than ten tables had been set up, and the literate men gathered together to discuss how to write the notices.

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

"..." Han Zuo froze. "Things were rushed last night. We hadn't had the chance."

"I think you're just used to being overbearing!" Dug snorted coldly. "If we want to uphold justice, we must first stand firm ourselves. If we cannot achieve fairness and justice, how could the people possibly believe in us? Later, personally take some men to make up the wages for the craftsmen we disturbed last night. Then apologize to them, earn their forgiveness, and explain our new doctrine to them."

Han Zuo paused, then clasped his fist toward Dug. "Yes."

"Don't pay lip service while doing otherwise," Dug said. "Whether every action you take is sincere will feed back into my growth. If my strength does not increase, that means you have not done your job properly. Then I will cut off one of Gang Leader Qiu's fingers. If you fail once, I cut one. If you fail twice, I cut two..."

"You..." Qiu Muqian flared up in rage.

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

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

"If you're fine, then go supervise Hall Master Han, lest he refuse to endure this humiliation and leave without a word." Dug nodded. "After all, Old Qiu is your father. You care more about him than Hall Master Han does. If he really runs off, I'll cut off your father's fingers too..."

"..." Han Zuo.

"..." Qiu Muqian.

Qiu Yuanlang silently sighed. He suddenly understood why Dug would not negotiate with him. Using him to threaten those below into carrying out orders was clearly more effective than any so-called negotiation.

Dug looked around the crowd and continued, "Also, Hall Master Han, settle all those dirty matters within the gang that I told you about yesterday. Whoever needs to make amends should make amends; whoever needs to apologize must apologize. You must obtain the victims' forgiveness. We must show the greatest sincerity and prove our transformation to the people of Luyang City..."