Tongue of Right and Wrong

Dug was already ranked first in the Simulation Arena. Back at Xingyu Tower, he was the first to detect the Iron Palm Gang's night raid, then he betrayed the Feng Family, seized control of the Iron Palm Gang, and single-handedly maintained the morale and justice of Luyang City. His attributes must have improved tremendously.

Now, his five senses were acute. Even with his eyes closed, he could pinpoint his surroundings by sound alone. On Earth, he'd be a low-level superhero, no problem.

People from the Beggar Gang, Taishan, and other sects also had distinctive characteristics.

He was bound to interact with them sooner or later, so Dug had been carefully observing them mixed in the crowd. He heard their arrangements clearly, and it was all as he expected.

What surprised him was that amidst all the noise, he actually heard Feng Zhong muttering to himself.

Well, well! After backstabbing him, he didn't run? He even dared to come and watch the show?

It's just like how criminals love returning to the crime scene to admire their handiwork, right? You watched, fine, but you hid and kept quiet, and I might not have noticed you. But muttering to yourself? You're such a chatterbox! You want to reap the benefits?

Dream on! Dug subtly glanced towards Feng Zhong's location and recognized him instantly by his bamboo hat.

But?

Looking at the common folk rushing over, clamoring for justice, the Flying Dragon Guards scurrying to arrest the suspects, and then seeing Qiu Feilong and the others glaring at him...

Dug hesitated. The situation was too complicated.

If he were to let go of Qiu Yuanlang, the hard-won stable situation might collapse...

But if he didn't capture Feng Zhong, who knew when he would appear again? From his tone, it seemed he had also awakened some advanced skill.

Capture him! In just a moment, Dug made his decision. It was now or never. Whether his Keyword would be useful was one thing, but letting a tiger return to the mountains would lead to endless troubles.

Dug looked at Wang San, who was still dissecting and digging through Liu Heigou's chest to see if his heart contained anything for him, and called out, "Wang San, come here and take over the interrogation for me. I need to find a place to relieve myself."

Qiu Feilong, Liu Cheng, and the others held their breath. An opportunity had arrived.

Wang San, unsuspecting, walked over with his blood-stained knife, one hand holding a still-beating heart, and silently took over for Dug.

He placed the knife against Qiu Yuanlang's neck, then carefully placed the heart on the table: "My little darling, you wait here for a bit. I'll be back to play with you soon..."

Dug smiled at Qiu Feilong and the others, slowly removing his sword from Qiu Yuanlang's neck, and warned, "Don't act rashly. Wang San isn't as precise as I am, but he's ruthless. If you provoke him, the old gang leader's head, fingers, or whatever else, might just become part of his collection."

Wang San gave an eerie smile, licking his lips in cooperation.

"Everyone, please calm down. If you have any grievances, tell the esteemed adult over there first. He looks intimidating, but he's kind-hearted. His thunderous methods are only for evildoers. He's the guardian Vajra of my Peacekeeping Gang." Dug reassured the restless crowd in a gentle tone, walking towards the edge of the crowd.

Qiu Feilong gave Liu Cheng a look, and Liu Cheng, along with a few sect leaders, quietly blended into the ranks of the Peacekeeping Gang.

Dug's Third Eye clearly saw their movements. He curled his lip in disdain and angled himself to approach Feng Zhong.

Dug didn't walk straight towards him. Feng Zhong calmly continued watching the show. Wang San's attention was drawn by the group of complainers, so he didn't notice Liu Cheng and the others' movements. But Dug saw them clearly. He was deducing Feng Zhong's Keyword from his actions.

Logically, 'Maintain' should be a support-type Keyword, and its advanced skills shouldn't be suitable for combat. Yet, he was able to capture Qiu Yuanlang single-handedly. This wasn't normal.

Know yourself and your enemy, and you will win a hundred battles.

Dug didn't alarm Feng Zhong. He walked directly out of the crowd. Some people's gazes followed him. Dug turned back and chuckled, "Do you want to watch a Heavenly Demon pee too?"

"No, no."

"Heavenly Demon, pee all you want. May you pee for a hundred years, pee until the heavens fall and the earth crumbles..."

"Pretty young wives can watch. If you watch the Heavenly Demon, you'll go home and get a big fat baby."

Perhaps it was Dug's gentle tone, or perhaps the fact that he stood against the Iron Palm Gang, but the common folk were much bolder when facing him. They didn't treat him as a Heavenly Demon at all, joking and laughing.

But jokes aside, most people still turned their backs.

Feng Zhong also turned his head away. He had met Dug before, and at such close range, he was afraid of being recognized by Feng Qi.

But the moment he turned.

A gust of wind blew from behind. He had no time to react. His nape was already gripped, and then, a cold, sharp blade was pressed against his neck. Feng Qi's voice rang out: "Got you."

Feng Zhong's heart turned cold, and he closed his eyes in despair.

It's over!

This guy's Keyword definitely wasn't 'Maintain'. 'Maintain' couldn't have such sharp offensive skills.

Whoosh! The crowd dispersed.

Liu Cheng and the others had planned to ambush Dug when he went to relieve himself, but instead, they witnessed Feng Qi ambushing someone else.

The speed Feng Qi burst out with instantly changed their expressions.

Their eyes blurred, and Dug was already behind that person. Even the fastest movement technique in the martial arts world couldn't be that fast!

At this moment, they suddenly understood why even their gang leader, with his excellent martial arts, couldn't evade Feng Qi's surprise attack!

At such close range, with such speed, perhaps only a Martial Saint like Qiao He could dodge it! With such speed, could they really ambush Feng Qi? It would be more like sending themselves to their deaths...

Dug didn't kill him immediately, and a glimmer of hope rose in Feng Zhong's heart. He quickly said, "Brother Qi, let's talk this out. Don't you need a helper? I can join too. I promise, I'm even more honest than Wang San. If the three of us team up, we can definitely eliminate everyone else..."

"What's your Keyword?" Dug asked.

"Meddle, my Keyword is Meddle." Feng Zhong had witnessed Feng Qi's methods against Wang San at Xingyu Tower, and he had previously betrayed Feng Qi. In order to survive, he lowered his voice and quickly stated his Keyword, explaining proactively, "I've awakened the skill Tongue of Right and Wrong. As long as I spread a piece of information, it will definitely pique the other party's interest and they will investigate it. That's why Qiu Yuanlang immediately sent people to investigate Xingyu Tower after seeing my letter. Otherwise, how could a cunning old fox like Qiu Yuanlang easily believe in something as ethereal as a Heavenly Demon?"

Meddle: To repeatedly move or play with something using one's fingers; to show off; to flaunt; to instigate.

Dug's mind replayed the definition of Meddle, and the corner of his mouth twitched. A Yandere, a gossipy woman, and a glutton—it seemed the Simulation Arena wasn't going to give him any good Keywords!

Compared to them, his own Keyword, Maintain, was truly excellent.

Otherwise, just having Backstab wouldn't have allowed him to cause such a big stir.

"What can you do?" Dug asked in a low voice.

"I can lure monsters," Feng Zhong said, his mind working quickly in the face of death. "Seventh Brother, my Tongue of Right and Wrong can quickly throw the world into chaos. Your Keyword is Maintain. The more chaotic the world, the better you can utilize your Keyword!"

"That's not very useful! I can make the world chaotic on my own," Dug said. "It's safer to just kill you. If you can betray me once, you can do it again..."

"Seventh Brother, it is useful, very useful. The chaos you create would be uncontrollable and draw all attention to you. My Tongue of Right and Wrong can adjust the pace and control the chaos within a range we can accept," Feng Zhong said. "As for betrayal, you're wronging me. At that time, we didn't even know each other. Who wouldn't want to eliminate a few more competitors? That's human nature, and it's also a rule of the Simulation Arena..."

Dug was about to speak.

The area where cases were being heard suddenly erupted in chaos. The common people who dared to earn money by filing grievances screamed and fled outwards.

Immediately after, Wang San's hysterical voice rang out: "Old man, I loved you so much, why would you do this to me? Why betray me? Speak, say something..."