My Right Hand is More Skilled

Outside the Drunken Moon Pavilion, Su Xin clicked his tongue in wonder at the building, with its carved beams, painted rafters, and gilded accents that looked incredibly luxurious.

Compared to the slums of the Joyful District, this place felt like an entirely different world.

"Halt! This place has been booked by our Flying Eagle Gang; go play somewhere else." Seeing Su Xin about to enter the Drunken Moon Pavilion, a young Flying Eagle Gang member hurriedly blocked his path.

Su Xin said, "I am here to find Liu Sandao."

"Audacious! Is the name of Third Brother something you can just toss around?"

The gang member barked a reprimand, but cold sweat immediately began to stream down his face.

Su Xin's ridiculous Iron Sheet Sword had reached his throat before he even knew it!

"Can I go in now?"

The gang member nodded frantically, terrified that Su Xin might slip and slit his throat.

Slowly retracting his sword, Su Xin said indifferently, "Keep a lower profile. You're just a small-time thug, so where do all these foul habits come from? Who are you trying to scare with such a grand display?"

Walking into the Drunken Moon Pavilion, the display Liu Sandao had set up was even larger than expected.

After becoming a small leader, Liu Sandao had gathered sixty or seventy gang members under his command, all of whom were now concentrated in the Drunken Moon Pavilion, staring at Su Xin with hostile intent.

"Tsk tsk, Liu Sandao, it seems you've settled into this position quite well. How majestic."

Those Flying Eagle Gang members couldn't help but look toward Liu Sandao.

Everyone had heard rumors about how he had betrayed his own brothers to secure his position as a small leader, and now that the aggrieved party had come knocking, they wanted to see exactly what Liu Sandao would say.

After all, for those of them drifting through the underworld, righteousness was everything.

What Liu Sandao had done was something everyone found deeply shameful.

However, they had clearly underestimated the extent of Liu Sandao's shamelessness.

Facing Su Xin's confrontation, he said as if it were only natural, "Su Xin, don't blame me. I am more suited for this position than you. You are young and cannot command respect, while I have spent over a decade in the Flying Eagle Gang with countless brothers under my command.

Besides, I planned for this position for so long, and you wanted to snatch it away the moment you arrived—so don't blame me for being ruthless! Underworld righteousness? That's just something to fool children!"

Chen Dao, standing behind Liu Sandao, said lazily, "If you're going to kill him, just kill him. Why are you wasting your breath?"

"Brother Chen, why don't I have my men test him first before you step in?" Liu Sandao asked in a low voice.

"Test him, my foot! If it weren't for your five hundred taels of silver, it would already be humiliating enough for me to deal with a youngster. If we use wheel tactics, where would I put my face? Do you think I'm like you, Liu Sandao, willing to discard your face entirely?"

Chen Dao's words made Liu Sandao's face flush red and then turn pale, but he dared not say another word.

"Kid, don't blame me if you die. I'm just taking money to resolve problems for others. If you want to blame someone, blame your bad luck for running into me."

Chen Dao stood up and loosened his hands; his pair of iron palms shimmered with a dark, metallic luster under the lights.

"Is that so? But I feel like you're the one with the bad luck."

A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of Su Xin's mouth, but the very next moment, his sword thrust out!

The rusted Iron Sheet Sword struck with incredible speed and at a devious angle, instantly leaving Chen Dao terrified.

Having seen Lao Wu's injuries, he thought he understood Su Xin's strength, but as this sword thrust out, Chen Dao realized he had severely underestimated Su Xin!

At this life-or-death moment, the instincts Chen Dao had honed through over a decade of martial arts combat played a critical role.

Just as Su Xin's sword was about to pierce his throat, Chen Dao's right foot slammed down, cracking the bluestone floor and causing his body to tilt to the right, letting the blade graze past his neck.

With a "clang," Su Xin's sword was gripped tightly in Chen Dao's hand.

His hands had instantly turned pitch black, radiating a metallic sheen.

The Iron Sand Palm, when cultivated to its peak, could shatter gold and crack stone; a mere iron sheet sword could not harm him.

Chen Dao let out a long breath and a smile appeared on his lips: "Fast and vicious! But your strength is still too... ugh!"

He didn't even finish his sentence before he stopped abruptly—not because he didn't want to, but because his throat had been pierced by Su Xin!

A chopstick was lodged in Chen Dao's throat—an ordinary bamboo chopstick that Su Xin had swiped while eating his steamed buns earlier.

Jin Wuming's sword was a left-handed sword, with angles that were devious and sinister.

But in truth, his greatest specialty was his right-handed sword!

Just now, Su Xin had used his right hand to drive the chopstick into Chen Dao's throat; no one present had even reacted in time.

According to common knowledge, a swordsman who specifically practiced left-handed swordplay would certainly not practice right-handed swordplay, but Jin Wuming was an exception, and Su Xin, having learned his sword techniques, was naturally an exception as well.

Liu Sandao looked at Su Xin in disbelief.

Chen Dao was actually dead? Chen Dao, whose strength far exceeded that of an average small leader, had been killed by Su Xin in just two moves?

Watching Su Xin walk toward him, Liu Sandao immediately threw one of his own gang members toward Su Xin and turned to run.

The gang member was stunned by fear, and by the time he reacted, he had already been shoved by Liu Sandao into the path of Su Xin!

Liu Sandao's actions made the gang member curse him inwardly, but he could only watch helplessly as he collided with this god of slaughter, Su Xin.

"Betraying your own brothers at a critical moment—as expected, that is your specialty, Liu Sandao."

Su Xin took a step forward, his speed astonishingly fast; he instantly bypassed the gang member and threw his sword, pinning Liu Sandao directly to the ground.

Although he only had a sliver of internal energy in his body, both his strength and speed had increased by more than ten percent. For Liu Sandao to try and escape before him was simply courting death.

Walking slowly to the front of Liu Sandao, Su Xin pulled the sword from his body, turned back, and said to the crowd, "Liu Sandao is dead. This place is under my command now. Who agrees, and who opposes?"

Under Su Xin's gaze, the many members of the Flying Eagle Gang present felt a sudden, bone-chilling shiver.

"Su Xin! You have some nerve! Chen Dao is the adopted son of Third Master Hu, and Third Brother was a minor leader appointed by the gang leader himself. You actually dared to kill them in public; you simply treat the gang rules as nothing! Just wait to be punished!" A burly man jumped out and rebuked Su Xin angrily.

Although his words sounded righteous, his legs were still trembling, as he tried to use the gang rules to intimidate Su Xin.

"That's right! Even if Third Brother really made a mistake, there are gang rules to handle it. When was it your turn, Su Xin, to act on your own?"

"And you killed Third Master Hu's adopted son, Chen Dao. Just wait to die tomorrow!"

Two more people jumped out, and for a moment, they actually carried a sense of righteous indignation.

"So it's you, Boss Sun and your brothers. It seems you five really are deeply bonded with Liu Sandao. Very well, today you can go down and keep him company!"

The sword in Su Xin's hand thrust out once more, its edge slicing across Boss Sun's throat and spraying a string of blood.

The other two screamed and immediately turned to run toward the door.

Su Xin's steps were light but covered great distance; in just two or three strides, he caught up to them and finished them both off with a single strike each.

The five of them had sworn an oath to follow Liu Sandao, and now four had been killed by Su Xin. The only one left was Lao Si, who had brought the news of Lao Wu's death.

Just moments ago, he was the only one who didn't dare stand up to oppose Su Xin, because he had already been scared out of his wits by the strike that killed Lao Wu!

Seeing Su Xin's gaze turn toward him, Lao Si fell to his knees with a thud, wailing with tears and snot streaming down his face, "Lord Su Xin, I know I was wrong! I really know I was wrong! Betraying you was entirely the decision of Boss Sun and Liu Sandao; I was truly forced into it! They are all dead now, please spare me!"

"Sigh, one must be loyal. If you say that, your four sworn brothers will be very sad. You had better go down and keep them company yourself."

The Iron Sheet Sword thrust out. Lao Si couldn't even manage to cover his throat with his hands before he collapsed slowly, his eyes filled with terror.

"Now, does anyone else oppose?" Su Xin retracted his sword and asked with a faint smile on his lips.

The sixty-plus gang members shuddered in unison and quickly shouted, "Greetings, Boss Su!"

Killing wasn't terrifying; their own hands were stained with blood, but what they feared was the madness in Su Xin!

He dared to kill Liu Sandao, and he dared to kill Chen Dao, the adopted son of Third Master Hu.

He had even killed Boss Sun and his brothers, and he hadn't even spared the final, pleading Lao Si. He killed people as easily as slaughtering chickens!

In the eyes of these gang members, this man was simply a lunatic! A lunatic with no regard for consequences!

Ding! Host has successfully killed Liu Sandao. Mission completion is at fifty percent. Please continue your efforts.

The system's voice echoed in Su Xin's mind.

Su Xin was stunned: "I've already killed Liu Sandao. Even if the gang members present aren't convinced in their hearts, they are at least verbally compliant now. Why isn't the mission considered complete?"

The system replied: "The mission details are to kill Liu Sandao and become a minor leader of the Flying Eagle Gang. Your current position was obtained through murder and has not been recognized by the upper echelons of the Flying Eagle Gang, so it is not legitimate. Therefore, the mission is not complete."

Su Xin felt a toothache; the mission sounded simple, but the difficulty lay right here.

"A few of you, come over and clean up the bodies here." Su Xin sat directly in the seat previously occupied by Liu Sandao.

One gang member quickly stood out and barked, "What are you all staring at? Didn't you hear Boss Su? Clean up the bodies and scrub the blood off the floor!"

This member looked to be around thirty, with a shifty, rat-like appearance. He was the very person Liu Sandao had thrown out to block Su Xin earlier.

Su Xin looked at him, an expression of interest appearing in his eyes.

He had just killed several people, and these Flying Eagle Gang members were terrified of him, yet this man actually dared to come forward to curry favor.

"What is your name?"

"This lowly one is named Huang Bingcheng. To be honest, I've long been disgusted by Liu Sandao's ways. He climbed to the top by betraying his brothers, and at critical moments, he would even stab his own people in the back. What kind of trash is that!" Huang Bingcheng spat at Liu Sandao's corpse, wearing a look of deep resentment.

Su Xin waved his hand casually: "Fine. When I'm not here, these gang members will be under your command."

Hearing Su Xin's words, Huang Bingcheng felt a surge of joy; he knew he had bet correctly!

When Liu Sandao was in charge, he only trusted those five brothers, and no one else had any authority at all.

Now that Su Xin had taken over, he happened to lack someone to help manage his subordinates, and by being the first to lean in, the other party had accepted him readily.

After cleaning up the bodies, Huang Bingcheng trotted over to Su Xin with a fawning smile: "Lord, do you have any other orders?"

"How much silver did Liu Sandao leave behind?"

What is the most necessary thing for someone in a gang? Only one word: money.

He needed money for his own cultivation, and he naturally needed money to support his subordinates.

Huang Bingcheng answered cautiously: "Not a single cent left."

"You're in charge of such a large Happy Forest, and you're telling me Liu Sandao doesn't have a single cent on him?" Su Xin gave a cold glance that made Huang Bingcheng's entire body turn cold.

"It's really gone! To curry favor with Chen Dao, Liu Sandao gave all the money he extorted to Chen Dao for the gambling dens. He probably couldn't even scrape together ten taels of silver on him right now."

Huang Bingcheng explained with a bitter face, then suddenly remembered something and quickly added: "Oh, right, Lord. Liu Sandao still has five hundred taels of silver. He just extorted it from the shops in Happy Forest and was preparing to offer it to Chen Dao. Should we keep it for ourselves, or return it to those shops?"

"Do you even need to ask? This money was extorted by Liu Sandao; what does that have to do with me? Why should I return it to them?" Su Xin turned his head to look at Huang Bingcheng. This guy still wasn't quite sharp enough; did such things even need to be asked?

"Right, Lord, there is one thing I don't know if I should mention or not." Huang Bingcheng suddenly became hesitant.

Su Xin waved his hand, signaling for Huang Bingcheng to continue.

Having received Su Xin's permission, Huang Bingcheng then said slowly: "Lord, it's no big deal that you killed Liu Sandao this time. In the gang world, we aren't as hypocritical as those sects. To be honest, it's all about strength. There are plenty of underlings who have toppled their bosses to take their place.

Especially since Liu Sandao climbed up by betraying his brothers, he had no moral standing to begin with. You killed him, and no one can say anything about it. But you killed Chen Dao—that has caused a huge problem."

Chen Dao is the adopted son of our Great Boss, Third Master Hu.

Third Master Hu is already over fifty years old; he spent more than twenty years cultivating Chen Dao to reach his current level of strength.

Having no children of his own, Third Master Hu intended for him to be his successor.

Now that you have killed Chen Dao, it will likely be very difficult to get past Third Master Hu.

After hearing this, Su Xin tapped his fingers rhythmically against the table and said, "Go and find me the detailed dossier on Third Master Hu, and exchange all five hundred taels of silver into banknotes for me."

"Yes, this lowly one will handle it immediately." Huang Bingcheng promptly and efficiently prepared everything Su Xin had requested.

This was not because Huang Bingcheng was particularly loyal.

Rather, since he had already thrown his lot in with Su Xin, he naturally hoped that Su Xin could secure his position; otherwise, wouldn't his previous actions have been in vain?

After receiving the documents, Su Xin read through them in one sitting, his fingers beginning to tap against the table with a rhythmic thud-thud once more.

This was a habit he had developed in his past life; whenever he was contemplating something, he would sit alone in his office and tap the table.

A quarter of an hour later, Su Xin finally stood up: "Let's go, accompany me to see Third Master Hu."

"Wh... what!? You want to go see Third Master Hu?" Huang Bingcheng's jaw nearly hit the floor at Su Xin's words.

Even though only half an hour had passed since Su Xin killed Chen Dao, Third Master Hu's side would certainly have received the news by now.

The gang members under Liu Sandao were all newly recruited after he became a minor boss, so they naturally held no loyalty toward him, and the same applied to Su Xin, a man who had climbed to his position through murder.

Huang Bingcheng could guarantee that someone had already secretly leaked the news to Third Master Hu, hoping to receive a reward.

In his view, the best course of action now would be for Su Xin to take the five hundred taels of silver to another Great Boss and offer it as a tribute in exchange for protection.

Going to see Third Master Hu at a time like this would most likely result in being slapped to death by him!

"What, you don't want to go?"

Huang Bingcheng gritted his teeth and said: "I'll go!"

Since he had already sided with Su Xin, if he were to waver now, he wouldn't even need Third Master Hu to act; Su Xin would likely kill him with a single sword stroke on the spot.

The other gang members watched coldly as Su Xin and Huang Bingcheng walked out of the Drunken Moon Pavilion, all of them maintaining an indifferent posture.

If Su Xin could return alive from Third Master Hu, then he would be their boss; if he died, who would even care who he was?