On the way back, Advisor Li learned what had happened in the main hall from Master Hu San. He couldn't help but slap his thigh hard.
Su Xin's move was very clever. He had forcefully turned his trial into a show of power struggles within the Flying-eagle Gang.
From the beginning, Su Xin didn't try to defend himself. Instead, he put himself in the position of a hero who risked his life to fight the Green Bamboo Gang for his brother and broke the gang's rules.
Although some people wouldn't believe it, as long as Lin Fuhu, the simple-minded hall master, believed it, he would naturally speak up for Su Xin.
From the moment Lin Fuhu spoke, this matter had nothing to do with Su Xin. Instead, it became an internal struggle between the three hall masters.
Lin Fuhu and Dong Chengwu had an old grudge. As long as Dong Chengwu opposed it, he had to support him.
Dong Chengwu attacked the Charity Hall and blocked Zhuang Li's path to wealth. Therefore, Hall Master Zhuang wouldn't care about right or wrong. He would definitely stand against Dong Chengwu.
It was a simple play, but it involved the three hall masters of the Flying-eagle Gang. The more Advisor Li thought about it, the more clever he felt. He couldn't help but clap his hands.
However, looking at the gloomy expression of his benefactor, Master Hu San, Advisor Li could only follow behind him without saying a word.
Previously, Master Hu San had secretly played tricks on Su Xin. Just now, he was even more anxious to cut ties with Su Xin. The relationship between the foster father and the foster son was just short of shedding all pretense of cordiality. Now that Su Xin was fine, it would be strange if Master Hu San was happy.
Advisor Li could faintly feel that Master Hu San had made a bad move.
For a young man like Su Xin, who had a bright future, if he supported him, he could get some benefits in the future because of his identity as a foster father. However, Su Xin chose to suppress him, which made things difficult.
At the same time, Huang Bingcheng, who had followed Su Xin back to Merry Forest, was covered in cold sweat.
He didn't see the confrontation in the main hall, but just by listening to Su Xin's description, he was shocked. If he were to stand in Su Xin's position, not to mention speaking with confidence and assurance, he was afraid that his legs would have turned to jelly.
"I say, Boss, you really have a lot of guts. You actually dared to put on a show in front of the Gang Leader and the three Hall Masters. What if the Gang Leader saw through it?" Huang Bingcheng's expression was one of lingering fear.
Su Xin shook his head and said, "It's not just in case, but Sect Master has already seen through it. It should be said that everyone present, other than Lin Fuhu, who has lived for most of his life but still lacks something in his brain, had seen through it.
Although I'm confident in my acting skills, I can't fool Sha Feiying, the founder of the Flying Eagle Gang, Dong Chengwu, and Zhuang Li. "
Huang Bingcheng was dumbfounded. "You … you saw through it? Then why does Gang Leader still speak up for you? "
"Let me correct you. Gang Leader was not speaking up for me, but for Lin Fuhu."
Su Xin explained, "Lin Fuhu and Dong Chengwu had a dispute, and Zhuang Li was adding fuel to the fire. As Gang Leader, he had to choose a side. If he tried to smooth things over, it would only cause dissatisfaction from both sides."
"What if Gang Leader is speaking up for Dong Chengwu?" Huang Bingcheng asked doubtfully.
Su Xin shook his head. "No, Gang Leader will definitely side with Lin Fuhu."
"Why?"
"Because among the three Hall Masters, only Lin Fuhu is Gang Leader's confidant!"
Su Xin said in a deep voice, "Why is Lin Fuhu able to control the strongest Battle Hall in the gang? Is it because he's the best at fighting? No, it's because he's the least shrewd among the three Hall Masters. He's the easiest to control! "
Huang Bingcheng was dumbfounded. Although he was known as the Flying Eagle Gang's go-to guy, this was the first time he had heard of Su Xin's remarks.
"As the strongest fighting force in the Flying Eagle Gang, the importance of the Battle Hall is self-evident. Therefore, the Battle Hall has to be managed by a reliable person.
Among the three Hall Masters, Zhuang Li is slippery and shrewd. Gang Leader will not be at ease. As for Dong Chengwu, although he appears impartial, no one knows what he's thinking deep down.
Only Lin Fuhu is a classic example of a simple-minded person.
Although his abilities are not the strongest, Sha Feiying is most at ease with him. This is because he's much easier to control than the other two.
You once said that Dong Chengwu had once crippled a Battle Hall disciple who had violated the gang's rules. Gang Leader did not stop him, which means that he was standing on Dong Chengwu's side back then.
And this time, if Gang Leader were to speak up for Dong Chengwu again, it would definitely disappoint Lin Fuhu. Therefore, Gang Leader has to stand on Lin Fuhu's side this time. "
Huang Bingcheng was immediately rendered speechless. He realized that Boss Su's greatest strength was not his martial arts, but his ability to read people's minds.
However, there was something Su Xin did not say. All of this required strength. Without strength, no matter how many schemes one had, it would be futile.
If he did not kill Dai Chong this time and ran back after the assassination failed, it would be useless no matter how many excuses he had.
Instead, he killed Dai Chong, causing the Azure Bamboo Gang to lose an arm, greatly reducing their strength.
At this time, if the Azure Bamboo Gang were to fight the Flying Eagle Gang again, they would not be evenly matched. They would be at a disadvantage.
Therefore, Su Xin's actions did not bring trouble to the gang as Ji Gang and the rest had imagined.
As for Su Xin's matter, it was mainly about whether he had violated the gang's rules and whether he should be punished.
That was the only thing that remained. Everything could be resolved by putting on a show.
However, there were disadvantages.
Gang Leader Sha Feiying and Dong Chengwu clearly remembered Su Xin. If he still wanted to put on a show the next time, it would not be so easy to get away with it.
After returning to Merry Forest and learning that Su Xin was fine, his gang members immediately cheered.
After this incident, the cohesiveness of Su Xin's subordinates had greatly increased.
It was not easy to follow a boss who was generous, and it was even more difficult to follow a boss who was willing to stand up for his subordinates.
Therefore, seeing that Su Xin had returned safely, everyone was very happy. Of course, Ji Gang was the exception.
Su Xin ignored him.
Ji Gang was Master Hu San's man. Now that Su Xin and Master Hu San had not shed all pretenses, as long as he did not go too far, Su Xin would not touch him.
Taking advantage of everyone's happiness, Su Xin took out a hundred taels of silver and booked a restaurant with everyone. They drank until it was dark before returning.
However, as soon as they entered the door, Su Xin was pushed out by Xin 'er.
"Brother, you stink. Why did you drink so much? Go take a bath first. You're not allowed to enter until you're clean! "Xin 'er pinched her little nose and looked disgusted.
"Okay, okay, I'll go now." Su Xin could only smile bitterly and go take a bath first.
Xin 'er did not have so many problems when she lived in the rundown house in Changle Square. Now that she had moved to a new house, the little girl's love for cleanliness became prominent.
Usually, if there was a stain on Su Xin's clothes, Xin 'er would forcibly pull it off.
After boiling the hot water and pouring it into the bathtub, Su Xin jumped in and hummed in satisfaction.
Although he did not fight with anyone that day, accompanying the senior members of the Flying-eagle Gang to put on a show for the whole day, the mental pressure was also very tiring.
After all, there were very few simple-minded fellows like Lin Fuhu. These old fellows had lived for decades, and their minds were no worse than his black-bellied superiors in his previous life. If he said something wrong, he might be caught.
While taking a bath, Su Xin's consciousness entered the System Space.
Originally, Su Xin had planned to accumulate some lottery chances and draw them together, or directly accumulate them for an advanced lottery draw.
However, the battle with Dai Chong made Su Xin feel that his strength was still very insufficient. He urgently needed to improve his strength, and accumulating more than three months of lottery chances in exchange for an advanced lottery draw was somewhat unrealistic.
There was no telling what would happen in these three months, so temporarily improving his strength was the most important thing.
In the foggy System Space, Su Xin asked, "How many lottery chances do I have now?"
The System replied, "The host currently has a total of 35 basic lottery chances and one intermediate lottery chance."
"Exchange them for three intermediate lottery chances."
The probability of obtaining something good from the basic lottery was too low. Right now, what Su Xin needed was a skill similar to Lifeless Thorn's Swift Sword, not a low-level skill below two stars.
"Exchange successful. Would the host like to draw now?"
"Draw, remove the empty options."
On the large screen in the middle, the wheel slowly rotated. The needle slid past the skill column and turned to the pill column.
"Congratulations, host. You have obtained a bottle of Spirit Awakening Pill. Grade: two stars."
A white porcelain bottle appeared in front of Su Xin, and a paragraph of introduction naturally appeared in Su Xin's mind.
"Spirit Awakening Pill. Clears the mind, clears the eyes, transforms blood, and nourishes Qi. It is suitable for Acquired Stage martial artists to temper their True Qi. Long-term consumption is slightly helpful for advancing to the Innate Stage."
Su Xin held the pill bottle and looked at it. "It's a little weak, but the effect is not bad. However, it needs to be taken over a long period of time. Otherwise, its effect is similar to that of the Qi Nourishing Pill."
"Continue to draw, or remove the empty options."
The wheel began to spin again, and this time, as Su Xin had expected, it finally turned to the skill column.
A middle-aged beggar in tattered clothes appeared on the large screen.
Although his clothes were tattered, they were very clean, and his appearance was delicate and elegant. He did not look like a beggar, but more like a scholar.
"Congratulations, host. You have obtained the character Quan Guanqing. Comes with the skill Broken Dog Beating Stick Technique. There is no need to draw again. Skill rating: half a star."
Su Xin almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
He had obtained a skill with half a star in the intermediate lottery. What the hell?
If this was luck, then Quan Guanqing was an elder of the Beggar Sect. Was he only worth half a star?
Su Xin wanted to protest, but as soon as he spoke, he shut his mouth.
Jin Pai Wuxia belonged to the world of low martial arts. Since Quan Guanqing appeared, he mostly used conspiracies and tricks. His martial arts were really terrible.
However, there was one thing that Su Xin was not satisfied with. The Dog Beating Stick Technique was the Dog Beating Stick Technique. Why was it broken? Su Xin immediately protested.
The system explained, "The Dog Beating Stick Technique is a secret skill of the Beggar Sect. Ordinary disciples also know it, but it is only an incomplete skill. Although Quan Guanqing is an elder of the Beggar Sect, he is still not qualified to learn the complete version of the Dog Beating Stick Technique. Therefore, it is an incomplete version.
This situation can also happen with other skills. For example, the original Nine Yin Manual is rated four stars. If the host draws Ouyang Feng, then he can only get the reverse version of the Nine Yin Manual, rated three stars. "
Su Xin laughed bitterly. The rules set by the system were really impeccable. There was no chance for people to take advantage of it.
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