"Of course not, of course not... These men had no manners and offended you. Even if you hadn't acted, I would have punished them afterward."
Zhou Wenjie shuddered at those words. His body involuntarily bowed, trembling slightly.
"Judge Zhou truly is a reasonable man," Hong Yuan praised.
Hearing the screams rising from downstairs, Zhou Wenjie's face twitched. He hurriedly asked, "But what is it you wish this humble fellow to do...?"
"Simple!" Hong Yuan looked toward the vaulted ceiling and said mildly, "Chen Jiulang is dead. I want you to deliver his corpse to the Canal Gang and challenge Raging Tide Hand on my behalf..."
By now, Hong Yuan naturally knew that the Canal Gang's greatest expert was Raging Tide Hand Lei Meng, a grandmaster-level martial artist.
But the man had not appeared for years. Rumors abounded throughout the martial world, and quite a few people suspected he was dead.
That did not matter to Hong Yuan. Even without Lei Meng, there was still the Canal Gang.
Indeed, the organization itself had been his target from the beginning.
"This..." Zhou Wenjie stared, dumbfounded.
Hong Yuan had already turned to look at him. "Can you do it?"
"Yes, yes, of course!" Zhou Wenjie nodded like a pestle pounding garlic.
Hong Yuan gave him an approving look, patted his shoulder, and smiled. "A man like you, who knows when to bend and when to stand tall, who can endure what ordinary people cannot, is truly a rare talent. It would be such a pity if you died. I have high hopes for you."
"Thank you for your praise. This humble fellow is unworthy of it."
"All right. See that it's done!" As he spoke, Hong Yuan turned away.
Zhou Wenjie's taut nerves suddenly relaxed, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead. He