Being a port patrol was a good job with a good salary. Most people could not even dream of getting a spot without any connections.
It was only because of Xia Yin's influence in the club that they could get a certain number of spots.
The spots for these patrols were generally distributed among the gangs in Blackwater District.
It was mainly because these gangs were the most labor-saving in managing the complicated port. After all, they were the local tyrants living in the cracks and knew far more than the higher-ups thought.
The junior brother that Sarroux mentioned was a tall red-haired teenager.
On the morning of the next weekend, he arrived at the club early and officially joined the Iron Fist Club under the witness of the main members.
As the strength of the members grew stronger, the club's membership was constantly being formalized.
Lin Sheng strongly advocated the establishment of the club's sixteen rules.
They were posted at the internal entrance.
These sixteen rules caused a backlash from most of the members of the club. Many people thought that they had contributed to Lin Sheng's cousin's matter, and Lin Sheng's action was simply turning his back on them.
But because of the firm support of Xia Yin, Russell, Madillan, and Sarroux, the club's rules were finally issued.
However, the uncomfortable atmosphere in the club became even more obvious because of this.
In the evening, with the excuse that Sarroux's junior brother had joined the club, Sarroux invited Lin Sheng and the others to a nearby hotpot restaurant to have a good meal.
"Master Lin, aren't there too many rules? Now the brothers have a lot of opinions. "Russell was a little helpless. He sat on a chair in the hotpot restaurant and frowned.
Xia Yin sat by the window, holding her chin with one hand and looking out at the night view.
Madillan and Sarroux lowered their heads and played with chilies in the dipping bowls.
Lin Sheng glanced at the three of them. After spending so much time together, they were quite familiar with each other. He could naturally see that the three of them had a lot of opinions.
"These sixteen rules are to lay the foundation for the future development of the entire club. They can't be changed." Lin Sheng shook his head slightly.
"Helping each other, benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trust, and not persecuting members are the most basic moral requirements. What's wrong with that? "
Russell smiled bitterly.
Among them, he was the most straightforward one and was not afraid of offending others. Therefore, he was the one to give his opinion to Lin Sheng personally.
"It's not that it's wrong, but we're a club, not some religious sect. There's no need to do this, right? How could anyone play with such strict rules? No one comes anymore. "
"Don't you think that our members are too mixed?" Lin Sheng tapped his fingers on the table, a cold expression on his face.
"Too many?" Russell's expression changed slightly.
The three people at the side also paused. It was obvious that he was paying close attention to what was happening here.
"We need a more united force," Lin Sheng said faintly. "Only in this way can we combine everyone's strength on a deeper level and form a bigger and stronger collective."
"Isn't it good to be like this? Isn't it the same as what you said? "Russell didn't quite understand.
"It's not the same … It's just a game now. If everyone wants to play, they can come. If they don't want to play, they can leave. If everyone really needs to contribute, there will always be people who are unwilling to contribute."
Lin Sheng stopped tapping his fingers.
"That's not good."
"But we're just a club …" Russell said in surprise.
"We're not just a club anymore …" Lin Sheng replied calmly.
He knew that it would be very difficult to convince these rich kids, but it was a necessary step. The club needed everyone's strength.
Only by gathering everyone's influence and forming a behemoth could he really use it. To serve the entire group of members.
This was not a gang, but a mutual-aid society.
"So? Master Lin, we're just ordinary students. Maybe our families have some money and some power, but we don't have the ability to achieve too high a standard. We have to do what we can. "Xia Yin couldn't help but speak up.
"So, my plan is to set up a mutual-aid society within the club. A mutual-aid society that can really help each other."
Lin Sheng smiled.
Looking at their surprised eyes, he continued, "This mutual-aid society will only recruit core members who are really willing to help each other. Quality over quantity. "
"Sorry, Master Lin, I don't think that's realistic." Madillan shook his head and was the first to stand up.
All along, although he was simple and honest, he had his own opinions.
His first impression of Lin Sheng was respect.
After all, he had formidable swordsmanship. At the same time, he knew his limits, was neither servile nor overbearing, and was respected.
But that was all.
To him, Lin Sheng was just a swordsmanship teacher. Everyone pushed him up just because his swordsmanship was stronger, and he could be a link for everyone.
It wasn't that Lin Sheng was really qualified to be everyone's head.
In fact, he was extremely disgusted with the sixteen rules that Lin Sheng had forced out. It was just that he didn't jump out to oppose it because of their past friendship.
This was also the reason why Russell had spoken up on their behalf this time. To a certain extent, Russell's voice represented everyone's attitude.
"What about you?" Lin Sheng had already expected it, and his expression didn't change.
Xia Yin was silent for a while, and finally shook her head.
"We're walking on a sensitive path that's getting more and more dangerous. If we're not careful, something bad will happen. So, sorry … "She lowered her head and said no more.
Madillan and Xia Yin both refused.
Russell and Sarroux, on the other hand, remained silent for a while.
"Master Lin … there's no need, really … Wasn't everyone fine before?" Russell said with difficulty.
Looking at Lin Sheng's calm and indifferent face, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of unfamiliarity.
He had always been the most supportive of Lin Sheng, not only because he had brought Lin Sheng into the Steelscale Club, but also because he admired and admired Lin Sheng's powerful swordsmanship.
Yes, Lin Sheng had a certain halo of an idol in his mind.
But now …
He looked around at his friends. Xia Yin and Madillan were his best friends since childhood. At this moment, they were standing on the opposite side of his idol.
Now it was his turn to pick a side.
"Russell, your family won't allow you to act recklessly," Xia Yin said.
In her eyes, Lin Sheng was no longer the simple swordsmanship teacher. She vaguely sensed some inexplicable emotion in Lin Sheng's eyes.
Russell looked at his two friends, and then at Lin Sheng. He lowered his head.
Sarroux suddenly sneered.
"I'll do it with Master Lin!" His voice was like gold and stone, unusually decisive.
"Sarroux, you?!" Madillan was astonished and looked at Sarroux, who had a resolute look on his face.
Sarroux was too lazy to respond.
The only person he trusted in the club was Lin Sheng. As for the rest, they were just so-so. If it weren't for Lin Sheng, he would have beaten these people up so badly that their parents wouldn't recognize them.
"I'll make it clear in advance that the quota for the patrol team is based on my connections. I won't support your side with these resources," Xia Yin said coldly.
Her intuition told her that Lin Sheng was already on the edge of danger. She didn't want to get involved again.
Sometimes, once she reached that step and failed, the consequences would be unbearable.
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