Chapter Fifteen Eliminating Dissent

  As they walked out of the rouge building, Liu Hu Zi said:

  "Alright, the most troublesome Rouge Building has been settled, and the territory can be said to have been smoothly taken over. That's about it, let's move on to the next step. I'll take you to our base on this street, where our original disciples from this street are. They're all local snakes, familiar with everything."

  "By the way, there's a deputy officer named Mo Tu. He was originally the designated leader of this street and might have some opinions about you. This person is skilled in using the pair of sharp eyebrow needles and the hidden ice needle, so be careful."

  Yu nodded and replied:

  "If he behaves himself and does his job properly, I can tolerate him; but if he starts causing trouble, don't blame me."

  Feng Gang said on the side:

  "This person was around during Old Master's time. I've had dealings with him before. He's a petty and ruthless individual. His hidden weapons are extremely sinister, capable of firing seven poisonous needles at once."

  Fu Gang just took over the conversation, what he said was secondary, as long as it was a gesture, from now on he was willing to listen to Yu Ze Cheng's command. Before, Fu Gang had always looked down on Yu Ze Cheng because of his young age, but in the cabin, Yu Ze Cheng showed him some magical skills that shocked him. Especially just now, when he treated his subordinates with equality and respect for their parents, it moved him deeply, unknowingly taking Yu Ze Cheng as his own leader.

  Yu Zecheng heard this and turned his head to look at Fu Gang, the two exchanged a glance, understanding each other without needing to say anything, and nodded in unison.

  Under Liu Hu Zi's lead, the crowd walked for a while and arrived at a courtyard on the third of three streets in their own territory, Gulang Street. This place originally had red walls and green tiles, with black iron gates that were obviously those of a wealthy family.

  Liu said:

  "This was originally one of the homes of the original Wolf Gang's branch leader, but later it was occupied by us and allocated to you as a base. However, this is not free, and an annual rent of 100 taels of silver must be paid."

  "You can stay here for a few days, but it's better to return to Tongdu. This place is still not very safe compared to Tongdu."

  Yu nodded and said:

  "I understand, today we return to the hut to live, now it's getting late, looking at these disciples, let's go back."

  Liu said:

  "These disciples were all chosen by Motu, according to the rules you can bring thirty disciples, exceeding this number will not be rewarded with silver, but no one takes the silver as a big deal, it still depends on the offerings from the territory."

  "If you are not satisfied with these disciples, just dismiss them. There are more than 40 new disciples in the sect who have not followed any leader yet, and when the time comes, they can choose whoever they want."

  Yu Ze nodded slightly, and the few of them entered the courtyard. The courtyard was in a state of disarray, with the Taishi chair and octagonal table scattered all over the place.

  There were seventeen or eighteen disciples in the temple, some over forty years old and others over twenty years old. Each of them was smooth and oily, obviously a seasoned socialite. When they came in, no one looked up, as if they hadn't seen anything.

  Liu Hu Zi shouted loudly:

  "This is your leader, come quickly and pay respects."

  After saying this, still no one came over, they each did their own thing, Liu Hu Zi shouted again:

  "Did you hear? Where's Mo Tu? He's over there?"

  The mansion's gate opened and Mo Tu walked out, followed by more than a dozen disciples. The other disciples in the yard saw him and immediately paid their respects, loudly shouting:

  "It's okay."

  Yu Zecheng smiled, showing off to himself, but he didn't show any expression. Motu walked over with a fierce momentum, his eyes wide with anger, staring fixedly at Yu Zecheng.

  Yu Ze Cheng stared back at him with both eyes, not backing down in the slightest. The two of them stood facing each other, and Mo Tu's expression gradually changed from one of contemptuous disdain to serious consideration. It turned out that he had thought Yu Ze Cheng was just a naive young boy who wasn't worth looking at, and since he had been cut off from news, no one had informed him about Yu Ze Cheng's performance in the cabin.

  The two of them stared at each other for a long time, and suddenly Yu Ze Cheng's body surged with blood energy. Mo Tu felt that Yu Ze Cheng's eyes seemed to be bleeding, and his own eyes hurt, so he quickly turned his head away.

  Yu Ze suddenly burst into laughter, and his body turned into a strong and powerful form, while the other disciples couldn't help but feel their momentum weaken.

  Mo Tu blinked his eyes, and the stinging sensation finally disappeared. He clenched his fists and said:

  "We met at Xiaomo Village."

  Yu Ze nodded and said:

  "Motu, aren't you the deputy officer of the helm?"

  Mo Tu replied:

  "Yes, Your Honor."

  The elder intentionally raised his voice with two words, ridiculing Yu Ze's young age, and the other disciples next to him burst out laughing.

  Yu Ze Cheng continued to say:

  "As a deputy captain, you should know the rules. Look at this stronghold, it's been turned into what by these disciples? Is there even a hint of our Manton Tiger Sect's aura left?"

  These household items are all things that can be found in a temple. They have been damaged to such an extent, and yet they still consider the dignity of the temple to be of importance. They still take the rules of the gang into consideration.

  Take a look at them again, they are all elegant and refined, but can wield knives and swords, leaving blood for the fierce tiger gang.

  "Motu, I'm asking you, are they new recruits in the gang recently?"

  Yu then became one sentence louder than one sentence, with a majestic momentum to help suppress people. Suddenly, Mo Tu had nothing to say, and upon hearing this, he hastily replied:

  "They're new to the gang and don't know the rules."

  He wanted to use this as an excuse to shirk responsibility, but unexpectedly fell into Yu Ze Cheng's trap. Yu Ze Cheng opened his mouth and shouted:

  "Today, Master Choi Dang has given instructions to properly manage the new disciples who have recently joined the gang. Don't let them be reckless and take unnecessary risks, they must be able to see blood and be willing to fight to the death for the gang."

  "To be honest, I have some doubts about the disciples you've recruited. Following the instructions of the Tong's leader and the orders of Shi Zhu, I must re-examine them. Only those who pass can become brothers in our Tong. Are you disobeying, opposing their commands?"

  As soon as this was said, the big flag of Cui Tangzhao and Shi Duozhu was raised, and with a loud shout, Mo Tu's head was covered in sweat, unable to say anything. Yu Ze Cheng continued:

  "Alright, Fu Gang, Fu Qiang, and Fu Chen, you three come over. If you can withstand ten moves from us, we'll let you stay as our disciples in this region. Let Liu Shifu from the dock be the judge."

  Fu Gang and three others immediately clasped their fists in response:

  "Yes, I will follow the squad leader's orders."

  The three of them practiced the Tiger Claw Fist, which had a characteristic: it was sharp at the beginning of the attack, and if the first few moves couldn't kill the opponent, then there were no more killing moves left.

  At this time, no one dared to underestimate Yu Ze Cheng anymore. There were twenty-one disciples in the courtyard. You look at me, I look at you, and don't know what to do. At this moment, two of the disciples brought out a few chairs and a table from the house, set up a judging table. Yu Ze Cheng invited Liu Hu Zi to take a seat, sat himself in the middle, and said to Mo Tu:

  "Hey brother, come sit here and let's judge together."

  Three people sat down, and I turned around to take a look at the two disciples who had brought out the chairs. They were both in their early twenties, quick with their hands and feet, but the clothes they wore were different from Mo Tu's trusted followers, tattered and patched up beyond recognition. At first glance, they looked like marginalized young men.

  The two of them saw Yu Ze Cheng looking at them and immediately nodded with a smile. Yu Ze Cheng slightly nodded to indicate that Mo Tu had not yet figured out who Fu Gang was, showing that he didn't know how to behave properly. Not to mention the clothes these disciples were wearing, some good and some bad, it's clear that he doesn't treat his disciples equally. It's impossible for all of these disciples to be his trusted followers, so naturally there are people who are dissatisfied with him. These two quickly judged right from wrong, set up this chairman's platform, and settled the matter. This kind of discernment is worth cultivating.

  Feng Gang just walked into the arena, as the first test-taker.

  Mo Tu pointed at a sturdy man next to him and shouted:

  "You little brat looks down on people too much, don't even mention ten moves, Grandpa will finish you off today."

  He finished speaking and swung a staff at Fu Gang. This person's staff was vigorous, bringing out a gust of wind. The strength of one's martial arts can be seen in their movements, but this staff move was just the starting move. Looking at his footwork, it wasn't sloppy or careless; after this move, there were seven hidden variations and three killing moves concealed within. This should be the Emei School's Panlong Staff Technique.

  Fu Gang was an old hand, he could see through his opponent's strategy at a glance. He had been holding back for years, having offended many people with his arrogance when he was young, and being frozen out for years, barely scraping by with small business deals. Today was his chance to turn things around, how could he lose face?

  He didn't retreat or dodge, but instead took a step forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed the staff with his iron claws, producing a loud noise. Then, his tiger claws moved swiftly in the air, grasping the staff made of nanmu wood, and with a mighty roar, he crushed it into pieces. Next, he took a sidestep and struck the big man with a slap, knocking him to the ground, where he spat out six or seven teeth. This was still showing mercy; otherwise, using his tiger claws, he could have shattered the man's skull in an instant.

  Just now, that grasp, grasped the fragments of the eyebrow stick, was an expression of true energy being released outward. Mo Tu's heart is narrow and cannot tolerate others, under his hand are only a few iron-clad followers, all the rest are sycophants, this move has subdued everyone.

  Fu Gang roared:

  "Someone like him is also worthy of being a fellow brother in the gang, next one."

  Another person rushed out beside Mo Tu, holding an eight-trigram knife and slashing at Fu Gang with three knives. His hands were indeed swift, the eight-trigram knife flying like snowflakes, one knife faster than the other, his true energy spreading outward to form blooming knife flowers. Fu Gang countered with his hands, his true energy entwining, resembling a fierce tiger's giant mouth, claw and knife intersecting, true energy clashing, emitting a massive sound.

  The two fought together, the Bagua knife was no match, and the true energy released only lasted for seven moves. The knife flower gradually disappeared, and suddenly Pei Gang seized the opportunity to grab the flaw, empty-handed into the white blade, and broke the knife with force in the ninth move, taking down the Bagua knife.

  At this time, Mo Tu finally came back to his senses and said:

  "You, you're Tiezhao Fugang, we used to go on missions together back then."

  Fu Gang replied:

  "Brother Mo has just realized who I am? It's really a noble person who forgets things easily. In the past, I actually saved you once."

  Mo Tu's face suddenly turned red, and he said:

  "He's Iron Claw Fung, after all! How many of my disciples can be his match? This isn't fair."

  Yu Zhen smiled and said:

  "That's good, let Old Piao rest for a while, it's your turn now, Fu Qiang."

  Then Fuzhong went down to rest, and Fuqiang came up. However, no one dared to come forward first to receive the lesson. Yu Zecheng, one of the two people who had just been rewarded by Fang, spoke up:

  "Come."

  He then gave Fu Qiang a glance, and Fu Qiang immediately understood. The man's face suddenly turned pale, and the people around him burst out laughing. He gritted his teeth, picked up a single-edged sword, and went to duel with Fu Qiang.

  His martial arts skills were mediocre, and he only knew a few moves, but with Yu Zhen's guidance, he managed to get through ten moves with ease and became the first disciple to pass the test.

  The kid didn't come back to his senses until half a day later, and Yu Ze Cheng asked:

  "What's your name, brother?"

  The little guy replied:

  "My name is Ma Tianyu, I've seen the leader of the gang."

  Yu then reached out and took out his last two taels of silver, threw them at him, and said:

  "This is for you, remember to get me a new set of clothes tomorrow. We are all brothers in the gang, sharing clothes and food together. Under my rule, I will never treat some people better than others."

  As soon as these words were spoken, many disciples around them suddenly had their eyes lit up, and the gaze they directed at Yu Ze Cheng completely changed.