With Tong Shihong's celebrity influence, Dug painted a perfect blueprint, thoroughly uniting the Peacekeeping Gang as one, binding them into a single rope. The people of Luyang City, high and low, also became increasingly devoted to their upright lord, Feng Qi.
Everyone was delighted, except Tong Shihong and the very few members of the Qiu family who still harbored illusions.
After the feast, the guests gradually departed.
Tong Shihong, who had been suppressing a bellyful of anger, finally found a chance to speak. He glared at Dug. "Gang Leader Feng, you've gone too far. When did I ever say I would go with you to Mount Hua and persuade Sect Leader Zong?"
"You didn't?" Dug smiled. "I clearly heard you tell Qiu Muqian that you were going to Mount Hua to invite Sect Leader Zong..."
"What I said was that I would go to Mount Hua and invite Sect Leader Zong to deal with..."
Tong Shihong's voice came to an abrupt stop.
Because Feng Qi's Taotie Sword was pointed at him again. Beside Feng Qi, Wang San had been obsessively fiddling with a polished skull, but now he too turned his gaze toward Tong Shihong.
Damn it! They weren't even letting him speak properly anymore, were they?
Tong Shihong frowned, his fury burning even hotter.
"Deal with whom?" Dug asked with a smile.
"Deal with you, naturally." Tong Shihong steeled himself. He was certain Feng Qi would not truly dare kill him. If he had to remain meek and submissive forever, unable even to communicate normally, there was no point in living. He might as well risk death.
Tong Shihong had the pride of a peerless master.
Qiu Muqian had been tending to her father. At those words, she could not help looking over, her eyes full of admiration.