Feng Qi's Ruthless Act

With their father held captive by Du Ge, Qiu Feilong, despite his resentment, could only reluctantly agree to Du Ge's demands.

Two more hours passed.

Qiu Feipeng, Yan Wu, and Qiu Muqian returned one after another. Upon seeing the Iron Palm Sect banner replaced by that of the Peacekeeping Gang, they were enraged. However, with Qiu Feilong intervening and explaining, they could only suppress their anger and grudgingly don the Peacekeeping Gang's attire.

"Third Sister, what should we do? We need to find a way to rescue Father! If Feng Qi continues to torment him, the Iron Palm Sect will become a laughingstock," Qiu Feilong said, having understood the full story. "I think that guy is serious..."

"Is he really the Celestial Demon?" Qiu Muqian, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with her hair tied up in a bun and dressed as a married woman, asked with a frown as she looked towards her father's room from a distance.

"I've questioned all the gang members who witnessed yesterday's events. Feng Qi's behavior was indeed unusual. Just now, I sent Feipeng and Yan Wu to investigate the Feng Family, but it will take at least three more hours for them to return," Qiu Feilong replied.

"Can we defeat him?" Qiu Muqian asked.

"We've considered it," Han Zuo said. "However, Feng Qi is extremely cunning. Last night, he subtly indicated that if we couldn't kill him in one blow, he would kill the sect leader first. We don't dare to take that risk."

"Does he never let his guard down?" Qiu Muqian asked.

"He's always energetic, showing no signs of fatigue," Han Zuo said, his eyes bloodshot, shaking his head. "He hasn't even switched the hand holding the sword..."

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

A pale Qiu Yuanlang emerged shakily from the doorway, his body wrapped in bandages, wearing a Peacekeeping Gang outfit. Du Ge stood behind him, his sword still at his throat.

Liu Cheng expressionlessly carried a chair and stood to the side. Beside him, Wang San still held his severed hand, muttering to himself.

"Sect Leader!"

"Father!"

"Father!"

The three were greatly alarmed and rushed over.

"Feng Qi, don't push your luck too far! My father is so injured, how dare you let him out?" Qiu Muqian asked, her face ashen, her voice loud.

Qiu Feilong kept tugging at her clothes from behind, signaling her not to act impulsively.

Du Ge glanced at Qiu Muqian, ignored her, and turned to call out to Liu Cheng, "Hall Master Liu, the chair."

Liu Cheng quickly placed the chair next to Qiu Yuanlang.

"Sect Leader Qiu, please sit. The doctor said your body is still weak and you shouldn't overexert yourself," Du Ge said, supporting Qiu Yuanlang with concern as he sat down.

The Iron Palm Sect's banner had been replaced by one bearing the character "Wei". The gang members moving around the courtyard were all wearing Peacekeeping Gang attire, and even their own hall masters had changed their clothes...

Seeing the Iron Palm Sect unrecognizable overnight, Qiu Yuanlang's eyelids twitched involuntarily. He sighed, "Seventh Master, you have a skillful hand."

"My skills are average; it's all thanks to the Sect Leader's excellent management of his subordinates," Du Ge said with a smile. "The Sect Leader's subordinates are all loyal. I'm just benefiting from the Sect Leader's influence. If even one or two of them had disregarded the Sect Leader's safety and attempted a coup, I wouldn't have been able to achieve this. If they had simply brought dozens of strong bows, surrounded the room, and fired indiscriminately, I would have been riddled with arrows long ago."

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

"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 father; we are in a cooperative relationship. If you continue to view me as an enemy, you will only bring unbearable consequences upon yourself," Du Ge said, looking at Qiu Muqian with a frown. "The Peacekeeping Gang is about to do great things. We are no longer the undisciplined Iron Palm Sect of the past. As a hall master, you must lead by example in maintaining gang discipline and refrain from making such divisive remarks in the future."

"You..." Qiu Muqian looked at Du Ge moving the sword he held at her father's throat, her eyes welling up with tears. "Yes."

"Seventh Master, whether it's upholding justice or peace, threats are ultimately not a long-term solution," Qiu Yuanlang sighed weakly. "Why don't we sit down and have a good talk, and discuss a plan that we can all accept?!"

"We will talk, but before that, we need to take action. After all, our time is limited," Du Ge said, shaking his head with a smile. "Old Qiu, I'm not forming the Peacekeeping Gang for fun; I'm genuinely going to do things. Hall Master Han, gather the gang members. I have a few announcements to make."

Han Zuo looked at Qiu Yuanlang.

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

Han Zuo turned and left.

Qiu Yuanlang said no more, silently circulating his energy to heal. He was under someone else's control and could do nothing.

He wanted to see what trouble this Feng Qi could stir up.

Feng Qi intended to use him to threaten the gang members. As long as he didn't push Feng Qi too hard, his life would be safe. Everyone makes mistakes; when Feng Qi let his guard down, he would escape his control, and the Iron Palm Sect would still be his.

His decades of effort were not something a mere upstart, who could change clothes and a name, could shake.

A moment later.

The Iron Palm Sect gang members gathered in the courtyard, all wearing uniform attire. They looked spirited, but their gazes towards Du Ge were filled with anger.

After all, this guy had kept them on edge all night.

"Everyone," Du Ge surveyed the crowd. "Starting last night, the Iron Palm Sect is a thing of the past. We have a new name – the Peacekeeping Gang. Today, in front of the old sect leader, I will reiterate the rules of the Peacekeeping Gang: uphold peace, uphold justice, uphold stability, uphold order, uphold morality, uphold fairness, and even uphold the environment...

In short, what we can protect, we will protect; what we cannot protect, we will find a way to protect."

"..." Wang San swallowed. Good heavens, the keyword can be used like this?

"Han Zuo, find a few literate gang members to record our tenets and post them on the streets of Luyang City. We must ensure every citizen knows about our transformation," Du Ge said, looking at Han Zuo again. "We want everyone to know that when they are oppressed by bullies, they can come to us. When they encounter unfair treatment, they can come to us. If they come to us, we will solve their problems. First, we will create an environment of peace and stability in Luyang City, then gradually expand outwards, influencing the entire martial arts world, the entire country..."

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

"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 individuals from the gang members, and had someone fetch brushes and ink.

His expression was somewhat gloomy, feeling that if this continued, even if the sect leader regained control of the Iron Palm Sect, there would be no place for him within the gang.

Why did this Feng Qi have to single him out to cause trouble!

In a short while, over ten tables were set up, and those with literary skills gathered to discuss how to write the notices.

Du Ge glanced at them, then at Han Zuo, and asked, "Hall Master Han, last night when we had the uniforms made and changed the signboard, you didn't pay the craftsmen triple wages as I instructed, did you?"

"..." Han Zuo was stunned. "It was too rushed last night, I didn't get around to it."

"I see you're used to being overbearing!" Du Ge snorted coldly. "We want to uphold justice, and we must first stand firm ourselves. If we can't even uphold fairness and justice, how can the public trust us? Later, you will personally lead people to make up the wages for the craftsmen we disturbed last night, apologize to them, gain their forgiveness, and explain our new doctrine to them."

Han Zuo was taken aback and cupped his fists towards Du Ge. "Yes."

"Don't just go through the motions," Du Ge said. "Whether your actions are sincere will be reflected in my growth. If my strength doesn't increase, it means you haven't done your job properly. I'll cut off one of Elder Qiu's fingers. If it's not done properly the first time, I'll cut off one. If it's still not done properly the second time, I'll cut off two..."

"You..." Qiu Muqian was furious.

"Hm?" Du Ge turned to Qiu Muqian. "Hall Master Qiu, do you have a problem?"

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

"If you're fine, then go supervise Hall Master Han, lest he feel too humiliated and run off," Du Ge nodded. "After all, Old Qiu is your father, and you care about him more than anyone. If he really runs, I'll cut off your father's fingers too..."

"..." Han Zuo.

"..." Qiu Muqian.

Qiu Yuanlang sighed silently, suddenly understanding why Du Ge wasn't negotiating with him. Using him to threaten the subordinates into obeying orders was clearly more effective than any negotiation.

Du Ge surveyed everyone and continued, "Also, Hall Master Han, all the dirty business within the gang that I told you about yesterday needs to be settled today. Apologize where necessary, and obtain the forgiveness of the victims. We must show our utmost sincerity to prove our change to the people of Luyang City..."