That night, the Iron Palm Gang was in chaos.
All the gang members were sent to Luyang City, some looking for carpenters, some looking for tailors, and some looking for embroiderers...
Han Zuo was filled with rage, but he didn't dare to disobey Feng Qi's request, not even to give a perfunctory response.
Feng Qi does things without considering the consequences. He is worried that the guy will really dare to push Gang Leader Qiu out the next day to inspect the results of his work. Changing the Iron Palm Gang into the Peacekeeping Gang is a bit embarrassing, but it is better than having the gang leader killed by him.
The canal transportation is a big piece of fat meat, and there are countless eyes staring at it. Without Qiu Yuanlang to keep it in check, the Iron Palm Gang will be on the verge of collapse.
At worst, if Feng Qi is dealt with, he will take the blame and help the Iron Palm Gang clear its name.
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In Qiu Yuanlang's ward, Du Ge and Liu Cheng talked about their ideals all night and also tested each other all night.
Liu Ben's intention was to guard Du Ge and see if he could find an opportunity to snatch the gang leader from him, but in the end, the sick Wang San even took time out to take a nap, while Feng Qi was still energetic and not a bit tired.
On the contrary, he yawned one after another and seemed unable to hold on. If Feng Qi had not intended to kill him, he would have been the first to fall.
The sky was turning pale.
Liu Cheng had dark circles under his eyes and yawned: "Mr. Qi has such strong energy, he must be a leader among the demons!"
Doug said modestly: "I can't say I'm the best, I'm just lucky that I have more energy."
In fact, Doug originally planned to tie up Liu Cheng, and then take turns resting with Wang San. He had experimented with the special forces' eight-minute rest method on Earth. By taking an eight-minute nap every once in a while, he could recover most of his energy.
With his keen five senses and Wang San's warning, it should not be a problem to steal eight minutes.
But who would have thought that after tossing and turning for a whole night, I didn't feel sleepy at all. I guess it has something to do with the skyrocketing attributes and the previous increase in mental strength. It's a pleasant surprise.
Come to think of it, it makes sense.
The virtual characters in the game only have physical strength settings. When they need to sleep and when they rest depends entirely on whether the people playing the game outside are sleepy.
Wang San still needs to sleep. The settings of the simulation field are already very humane. However, after resting for more than half an hour, he recovered his energy, and his attribute values are probably not low.
At this time.
There was a commotion outside.
Accompanied by the advice of "Young Master, don't be impulsive."
With a bang, the door was kicked open and a man rushed in with a gust of cold wind: "I want to see what kind of demon dares to... Dad..."
The man looked at Qiu Yuanlang with a sword on his neck and braked suddenly.
"Young Master? Qiu Feilong?" Doug glanced at him and said calmly, "Impulsiveness is the devil. Do you know that if I hadn't raised the sword in time, your behavior would have killed your father. I have upheld your filial piety, you should thank me..."
"Get lost!" Qiu Feilong was furious. "Let my father go and I will spare your life."
Han Zuo followed in. He had changed into a blue-black suit with a white circle in front and a neatly written word "Wei" inside.
He looked around the room awkwardly, reached out to pull Qiu Feilong, and said tactfully: "Young Master, go out first. The gang leader needs to rest. Let's go out and talk..."
"My father is being pointed at with a sword, and you want me to go out and talk?" Qiu Feilong said angrily. He pointed at the word "Wei" on Han Zuo's chest, "And you, idiot, you just do whatever he tells you to do? Are you a member of the Iron Palm Gang, or his?"
"I..." Han Zuo glanced at Duger, feeling embarrassed and speechless.
"Kneel down, or I'll chop off one of your father's fingers." Doug looked at Qiu Feilong and suddenly shouted. With a clang, he had already drawn out another long sword, and the tip of the sword pressed on Qiu Yuanlang's thumb. "Can you really scold my people?"
“…” Qiu Feilong was stunned and stared at Doug angrily.
"Feng Qi, what nonsense are you talking about? When did I become yours?" Han Zuo defended himself anxiously.
"Anyone wearing the uniform of the Peacekeepers is my man," Doug said sternly, "If you can't even protect my dignity, how can you protect justice in the world?"
He looked at Qiu Feilong again: "Kneel down!"
Douge did not miss any opportunity to protect him. He pressed down with his long sword, and Qiu Yuanlang's fingers immediately turned red. Qiu Yuanlang, who was unconscious, twitched subconsciously. "You dare?" Qiu Feilong said anxiously. He took a step forward. Douge pressed the sword in his other hand to Qiu Yuanlang's throat, looking at Qiu Feilong provocatively, "Rebellious son, do you want to kill your father and usurp the throne?"
Qiu Feilong's face turned black and he was in a dilemma.
At this time.
He finally understood why Han Zuo stopped him at the door. If he didn't kill Feng Qi, this would be an unsolvable situation. Whoever came in would be humiliated, unless he wanted his father to die.
"Don't kneel?" Doug shook his head and laughed mockingly, "Old Qiu, Old Qiu, you gave birth to a good son with great ambitions. Unfortunately, from now on, your nickname in the martial arts world will probably be called 'Nine-Finger Divine Palm'. In the future, I hope that when you can't pick up chopsticks, you don't resent your son..."
As he spoke, he raised his sword and made a gesture to strike.
"Stop!" Qiu Feilong's eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I kneel."
He stared at Doug, then slowly knelt on the ground and spoke word by word: "Are you satisfied now?"
"Why are you kneeling to me?" Doug was stunned. "Kneel to Han Zuo! You are insulting his dignity, not me?"
"..." Qiu Feilong was stunned. He stood up with a sullen face, turned to Han Zuo, and bent his knees to kneel down, "Master Han, I was wrong."
Han Zuo hurriedly supported him and said, "Young Master, no need." He looked at Doug, flustered, "Mr. Qi, don't stand up for me. I don't have any dignity..."
"Master Han, you may not have dignity, but when you put on that uniform, you represent the Peacekeeping Gang. I will not only protect your dignity, but also the reputation of the Peacekeeping Gang." Doug said seriously, "I want everyone in the Peacekeeping Gang to know that as long as you put on this uniform, no one can bully you."
No one bullies us, it's just you!
I could have survived by changing the sign and changing my clothes, but now that the eldest master has knelt before me, I have no chance of survival in the Iron Palm Gang...
Han Zuo was about to cry.
Doug's move was too cruel, and it easily alienated the relationship between him and the eldest son.
"Master Han, don't stop me. I asked for this kneeling." Qiu Feilong had a gloomy face. He pushed Han Zuo's hand away and kowtowed to him firmly. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have insulted the Weihe Gang."
Finished!
Han Zuo closed his eyes in pain, feeling sad.
"Are you satisfied this time?" Qiu Feilong stood up again and looked at Doug with a cold gaze, as if he was looking at a dead person.
"Young Master, don't blame me. The Peacekeeping Gang was founded by your father and I. To uphold the principles of the underworld, we must use iron-blooded means. I have no choice but to do this. You are also a member of the Iron Palm Gang. Now that you are back, you should fulfill your filial duty and change into the clothes of the Peacekeeping Gang first!" Doug smiled, "The old man hasn't woken up yet. When he wakes up, I hope he will see a brand new gang..."
"Feng Qi, don't go too far." Qiu Feilong said angrily.
"You've already knelt, what's the big deal about changing clothes? You can't let me threaten you with your father's finger again!" Douge looked at Qiu Yuanlang with regret, picked up the sword again, and tried it on his finger, "In the future, when you can't lift the chopsticks, I hope you won't hate your son..."
The reverse ladder effect is that when you ask your target to do something excessive, and then ask him to do something not so excessive, it will be relatively easier for him to accept it.
"Okay, I'll change." Qiu Feilong's eyes widened, his face flushed red, and he said with great humiliation, "Master Han, go get me a set of clothes."
Han Zuo nodded.
"Four sets." Doug corrected, "Boss, Hall Master Liu and this doctor also need to change."
Liu Cheng said nothing. After a whole night of confrontation, he had long understood that the best way to deal with Duger was to obey. That way, the old leader would suffer less.
In one night, his neck was rubbed with more than ten marks. If it happens a few more times and calluses are formed, they can change their name to the Iron Neck Gang.
Du Ge thought for a moment, looked at Qiu Feilong, and ordered: "Young Master, you are the eldest son of the Qiu family. You will be responsible for receiving the hall masters who come back to visit your father. Whoever comes will change clothes. If you don't change clothes, I will stomp your father's fingers. There are six hall masters, so ten fingers are enough."
Qiu Feilong was furious: "Feng Qi, don't go too far. My father is like that, how can he wear clothes?"
Doug said: "It's fine if you wear it. Old Qiu is the symbol of the peacekeeping gang. He must set an example no matter what..."
(End of this chapter)