By capitalizing on Tong Shihong's fame, Du Ge painted a perfect picture, uniting the Peacekeeping Gang as one and binding them together. The people of Luyang City, from top to bottom, grew even more devoted to their just and benevolent magistrate, Feng Qi.
Everyone was happy, except Tong Shihong and a handful of Qiu family members who still clung to hope.
After eating and drinking their fill, the guests gradually took their leave.
Tong Shihong, who had been fuming all evening, finally got the chance to speak. He glared at Du Ge. "Master Feng, you've gone too far. When did I ever say I'd go with you to Huashan to persuade Sect Leader Zong?"
"Didn't you?" Du Ge smiled. "I distinctly heard you tell Qiu Muqian you were going to Huashan to invite Sect Leader Zong..."
"What I said was that I'd go to Huashan and ask Sect Leader Zong to come deal with—"
Tong Shihong's voice abruptly cut off.
Feng Qi had pointed Taotie's Sword at him again. Beside Feng Qi, Wang San had been absorbed in turning a polished skull over in his hands, but now he, too, was looking at Tong Shihong.
Damn it!
Wasn't he allowed to have a proper conversation?
Tong Shihong scowled, his anger rising even higher.
"Deal with who?" Du Ge asked with a smile.
"You, naturally." Tong Shihong steeled himself. He was certain Feng Qi wouldn't actually dare kill him. If he kept cowering and couldn't even have a normal conversation, what was the point of staying alive? He might as well risk his life and fight back.
Tong Shihong had the pride of a peerless expert.
Qiu Muqian had been tending to her father, but at his words, she couldn't help looking over. Her eyes were full of admiration. As