At these words, Fifth Master stopped in his tracks, his face darkening as he scolded in a low voice, "Have you forgotten everything I taught you? Tossed it all to the dogs?"
"Is the Yamen Runner's gossip really something you should be chewing on?"
"Slap yourself."
A sharp smack rang out.
Without the slightest hesitation, Qi Afu slapped himself across the face, landing a resounding blow.
"Uncle Fifth, I was wrong."
Seeing how sincerely Qi Afu admitted his mistake, Fifth Master's expression softened a little, but a mocking smile tugged at his lips.
"Those powerful families and gangs may put on airs, but every last one of them is blind and witless. They don't recognize a 'true' talent when they see one."
"You'll learn what Master Chen is capable of in time."
He would never forget that blood-red figure beneath the setting sun.
A mere White-Uniform Runner had managed to drag Huang Sanyou of the Long River Gang back to the Yamen with nothing but a single blade. When Huang Yuan'er came to challenge him, he had even fought back fiercely, killing several men while surrounded by seven or eight Yamen Runners.
The progress he had made in martial arts was simply beyond belief.
Now, for no apparent reason, he had been promoted to Yamen Runner. It looked as though he had landed in a perilous situation, balanced on the edge of a knife.
But if he lacked the ability, given the Long River Gang's ways, why would they bother with schemes instead of simply drawing their blades and killing him?
Clearly, he was no longer the insignificant White-Uniform Runner he had once been. He had become a formidable figure in some regard, someone even the Long River Gang had to think twice about crossing.
"Truly a dragon among men."