The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 263 Admit it
Duan Jue, do you want to drink this glass of wine?

To be honest, I don't want to drink.

Li Miao's rules sound like just a simple sentence, and they are not excessive requirements. They just concretize the consensus in the underworld that "you are not allowed to attack the people."

However, the reason why some things are "consensus" rather than "iron laws" is that most people often have to touch the edge and cross the line.

In fact, it is easy to understand.

No matter how noble and upright a sect is, it still needs to eat. And the only way to ensure that they eat better than others is through force. If they can't attack ordinary people, how can they compete with those merchants?

Even without considering interests, Li Miao's rule seems too vague.

For example, in a vendetta, the emphasis is on eradicating the root of the problem. If the other party still has a son who has never learned martial arts, should he take this into account?
For example, if you are walking on the street and are suddenly spotted by a thug and slapped in the face, would this thug be considered as “someone who has never learned martial arts”?
There is also the most classic instance in the martial arts world, the first instance a young hero encounters when he first sets out into the martial arts world - bandits. More than half of them are refugees who have never practiced martial arts. These people have done real evil, so can't they be touched?

If you accept this rule today and do these things in the future, it will be equivalent to giving the Jinyiwei the right to take action against the Duan family. How can you not ask for clarification?

So, Duan Jue asked these questions directly one by one.

Li Miao smiled.

"It doesn't matter."

Duan Jue frowned.

“My Lord, is this too harsh?
"Even if my Duan clan accepts this rule today, I'm afraid other major clans in the world won't accept it in the future. Then I'm afraid my Duan clan will be the only one to suffer."

"Besides, my Duan clan has few people, so we may be able to do it if we force them. But other big clans, such as the Beggars' Sect and the Cao Gang, have more than tens of thousands of people, and they are already intertwined with the common people, making it difficult to distinguish between you and me. Even if they agree, it is impossible for them to do it. Can you kill these tens of thousands of gang members at the same time?"

Li Miao answered nonchalantly.

"So the Beggars' Sect and the Cao Sect cannot have celestial beings, nor can they have celestial beings' inheritance left behind."

"If you want to keep the inheritance of the Celestial Being, you must abide by these rules. Otherwise, you can just hand over the inheritance of the Celestial Being and return to your Dali home, and I won't care about you. If you want to retain a force that exceeds that of others, you must abide by stricter rules than others. Isn't that okay?"

Li Miao said slowly.

"To correct a wrong, one must first correct it."

"If you want to enter the world, you must follow these rules for ten years. If you follow them well, I will set new rules for you after ten years."

"If we can't keep it well... then there's no need to talk about ten years later."

Duan Jue was silent for a moment.

"Master Li, do my Duan family have to abide by this rule, or do all the sects with celestial inheritance in the world have to abide by it?"

"the latter."

"it is good."

Duan Jue reached out and picked up the wine glass.

"I, Duan, will take this glass of wine!"

After that, drink it all in one gulp.

Putting down the wine glass, Duan Jue said slowly.

"However, Master Li, there is one thing I may need to tell you in advance."

"I, Duan, can accept your glass of wine, but other celestial beings may not be able to accept it."

Duan Jue picked up a chopstick and placed it on the finger mark made by Li Miao.

"As long as one person crosses this line and is still alive, this line will immediately collapse, and the Jinyiwei and the court's deterrence against the celestial beings will also disappear."

"Can you hold this line?"

Li Miao didn't answer or look at him.

Click.

The chopsticks placed on the finger marks suddenly made a slight sound.

Duan Jue suddenly lowered his head to look at the chopsticks, his expression uncertain.

After a while, he slowly raised his head.

"in this way."

"Then I won't bother you any more."

"Farewell."

Duan Jue stood up, clasped his fists towards Shen Xuning who was standing there in a daze, walked to the counter, put down a gold leaf, and left.

He still remembered that he had said he would treat Li Miao to dinner. Even though Li Miao had coaxed and threatened him for a long time and he signed this "unequal treaty", he still left money for the bill.

"Haha, that's quite particular." Li Miao smiled and glanced at the Jinyiwei.

"Why don't you eat quickly?"

Several Jinyiwei quickly sat down and ate.

But Shen Xunning on the side had no intention of eating at all, and her eyes kept looking at the fingerprints on the table and the chopsticks on it.

She could hear that although Duan Jue had admitted defeat just now, there was actually a hidden meaning behind what he said.

What he really meant was—

"My Duan family can recognize this rule, but the prerequisite is that other sects and celestial beings in the martial arts world also recognize this rule. Moreover, the Jinyiwei must be able to abide by this rule."

"My Duan family will not be the first to do this, but we are willing to be the first to accept this rule and set a good example for the court. But if you can't abide by this rule in the future, then I can't do anything about it."

It is said to be a reminder, but in fact it is a firm yet soft statement of stance.

But why did he suddenly shut up and leave?

Just because I took a look at the chopsticks placed on the finger marks?

Shen Xunning carefully observed the chopsticks. They were clearly intact and there was nothing unusual about them. How could they have scared Duan Jue away?

Li Miao knocked Shen Xuning on the head with a chopstick.

"Still looking, you'll starve to death on the road later. What I just said to you is all in vain, right?"

"Well!"

Shen Xunning raised her hand to cover her forehead, tears coming out of her eyes due to the pain.

The master is too fierce!
And why does the chopsticks hurt so much! It hurts more than being stabbed by a sword when sparring with a fellow disciple!
She felt like her brain was knocked out!
Li Miao took back the chopsticks and threw them directly on the table.

"Eat quickly. After eating, we have to send these kidnapped gangsters to the government office."

"Yes, Master..."

Only then did Shen Xunning take two mouthfuls of rice with a wronged look on his face.

After a while, Li Miao led his men away.

After half an hour, the door to the kitchen slowly opened. The shopkeeper poked his head out tremblingly, looked around, and let out a long breath.

"Finally gone!"

The shopkeeper, the waiter, and the chef filed out and walked around the store.

"No blood?"

The waiter uttered a light exclamation, but was kicked on the butt by the shopkeeper.

"You're hoping something's going to happen, aren't you?"

"Hurry up and pack up, we're not going to do business today! We're closing the store right now!"

After the shopkeeper had finished speaking, he turned around and was about to close the door. When he reached the door and lifted the curtain, he let out a scream, took a few steps back, and sat down on the ground with a thud.

"This this……"

The waiter hurried forward and helped the shopkeeper up.

"What's wrong, shopkeeper?"

"Dead...dead people...five..."

The shopkeeper stammered, and suddenly his eyes became clear.

"Don't worry about it, don't worry about it, close the door! What's happening outside has nothing to do with us!"

He stood up suddenly and slammed the door shut, making a muffled sound. After a long while, he let out a long breath.

"Pack up, pack up, and then go home."

The waiter didn't understand but didn't want to ask any more questions. He turned around to clean up the leftovers left by the diners.

When he came to Li Miao's table, he reached out to take the chopsticks on the table.

"Ok?"

The waiter uttered a light exclamation, twisted the wood powder between his fingers, and reached out to tentatively take the chopsticks on the table, but grabbed a handful of wood powder again.

The chopstick that was placed on the finger mark had been pinched by the waiter to create two cracks and broken into three pieces.

The remaining part, however, was still lying on the table, intact and integrated.

(End of this chapter)