Half-human, half-ghost, the number one divine fist

At this point, Du Zhenyun no longer cared about Hu Tiannan's thoughts. He glanced indifferently at Rong Chongming and asked, "Chongming, what do you think of this decision?"

Rong Chongming was naturally satisfied with this solution.

If it weren't for the intense pressure from the Four Seas Sect, and the fact that the sect is currently in dire need of strength, Hu Tiannan wouldn't have shed so little blood.

The counterattack now is to punish Hu Tiannan while also deploying some personnel to demonstrate to the outside world the Tongxin Society's attitude of swift and decisive retaliation.

"Uncle Du's considerations are thorough, and Chongming has no objections."

Seeing that the matter was settled, Hu Tiannan's face turned red and then white.

He was clearly furious, but dared not actually contradict Du Zhenyun.

Once Du Zhenyun has spoken, there is absolutely no room for change.

He's determined to make those three tough guys come out.

Suddenly, an idea popped into my head.

His eyes were sinister as he stared at Rong Chongming and said, "Tiannan will naturally obey Uncle Du's decision."

"However, even if Huai Rentang sends out three iron-willed main attackers, An Rentang can't just stand by and watch, can it? This Jinrong Gambling House has two top dealers, one is my Huai Rentang's Hua Wendong, and the other is occupied by An Rentang's Lin Fusheng."

Hu Tiannan frowned as he looked at Rong Chongming, his tone becoming much sharper: "Heh, Chief Lin really showed his prowess this time, killing two stone-skinned men from Jin Yulou and crippling a traitor. He only suffered some minor injuries, which Doctor Zhong said will he recover in ten days and won't affect his martial arts future! Such a brave and loyal brother, shouldn't he take the lead in avenging his own territory?"

"Besides, what kind of person occupies the position of leader and enjoys the leader's share of the profits, but when the gang needs to fight for revenge, they just cower in the back recovering from their injuries? If word gets out, wouldn't that discourage the other brothers in the gang who are willing to risk their lives for their cause?"

"Uncle Du, don't you agree?"

Rong Chongming finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Hu Tiannan".

Rong Chongming spoke in a low voice, his face grim, "Lin Fusheng has just gone through a fierce battle, his injuries haven't healed, and he hasn't even broken through the Stone Skin level. What's the difference between sending him to participate in a death match at the Iron Tendon level and sending him to his death? You're just settling a personal score!"

"Lin Fusheng isn't dead, he can still fight, and he's still the leader, so he should go! If you think he shouldn't go, fine, make him hand over the leader's position and share right now, and I'll immediately pick a capable person from Huai Ren Tang to replace him, absolutely ensuring Lin Fusheng isn't put in any danger!"

"What, are you willing to let Lin Fusheng give up his position?"

Hu Tiannan smiled.

In the end, Rong Chongming is no good either. He domineeringly put Lin Fusheng in this position and dragged him into this mess.

Rong Chongming was speechless for a moment after being confronted.

Of course he couldn't bear to part with it.

Lin Fusheng was a pawn he invested resources in cultivating, a thorn in the side of Jinrong Casino, and a potentially important part of his future plans.

If you pull it out now, all your previous efforts will be wasted.

Their gazes clashed fiercely in the air, sparks flying, and the temperature in the backyard seemed to drop a few degrees.

All the contradictions, calculations, and resentments were laid bare before Du Zhenyun at this moment.

Du Zhenyun remained calm as he watched.

He only spoke slowly when the two were at an impasse.

"Alright."

Two words made Rong Chongming and Hu Tiannan stop talking and look at him at the same time.

Du Zhenyun said casually, "What Tiannan said makes sense."

"The position of leader carries responsibility. Since Lin Fusheng has taken on this position and received this honor, he should indeed contribute when the gang is in trouble."

Rong Chongming's heart tightened, and he said urgently, "Uncle Du! But his strength..."

Du Zhenyun raised his hand, stopping him from speaking.

"If you lack strength, you can gain experience."

Du Zhenyun's voice was devoid of emotion, yet it sent Rong Chongming's heart sinking to the bottom. "Following the three Iron-Willed Seniors to broaden their horizons and learn how to do things would be good. Let's settle on that, and let Lin Fusheng go along too."

"You are not allowed to send anyone to help, whether openly or secretly."

"Uncle Du!"

Rong Chongming wanted to try again.

Du Zhenyun, however, had already turned his gaze away from him and instructed Hu Tiannan: "You, Huai Rentang, will be in charge of the specific arrangements, personnel allocation, and plan formulation. You need to come up with a plan as soon as possible. I want to see the results."

"Yes, Uncle Du!"

A flicker of wild joy and cruelty flashed in Hu Tiannan's eyes, and he quickly agreed.

Although we couldn't get rid of Lin Fusheng immediately, putting him into this doomed mission had the same effect!

No one could say anything wrong about Rong Chongming dying in a fierce battle with Jin Yulou, and he could only swallow his pride and bear the pain.

Moreover, this is a certain death situation.

The task was devised by Huai Rentang. He wanted to kill Lin Fusheng. Was that difficult?

Rong Chongming stood frozen in place, falling silent.

He understood why Du Zhenyun made this decision.

This is not Hu Tiannan's idea alone.

Or rather, Hu Tiannan's revenge just happened to coincide with Du Zhenyun's wishes.

Lin Fusheng's level of understanding is too low.

It's not appropriate for the gang to allow a nobody like Shi Pi to occupy this leader position based on his father's influence.

Indeed, Lin Fusheng is a very good fighter.

But in a place like Jinrong Casino, a boss who isn't from Shipi can't keep things in check, and trouble will inevitably break out sooner or later.

It should at least be reinforced with steel bars.

Lin Fusheng did indeed demonstrate talent, but that was meaningless.

This world is in chaos, changing every day. By the time you grow up, it'll be too late.

When the Tongxin Society was founded, loyalty and righteousness were the top priorities.

But over the years, the gangs have gradually shifted their focus to profit.

If you, a mere stone skin, become the leader, and one day a formidable enemy appears, causing the gang to lose this property, what will you do?

In fact, if he hadn't found a way to put Lin Fusheng in this position, Lin Fusheng would have left long ago, but there was no other way; he absolutely couldn't lose Jinrong Casino.

Most others who encounter similar situations will voluntarily leave, while a small number of brainless individuals will be scared away or killed after being in the gang for a while.

As the vice president of the Renshe branch of the Tongxin Society, Du Zhenyun naturally prioritized the interests of the gang.

This kind of ruthless killer wouldn't care whether Lin Fu lives or dies.

Let Lin Fusheng go with him and die in the operation against Jin Yulou; it will be perfectly justified.

In this way, the position of head of Jinrong Gambling House can be taken back naturally, and a more suitable and controllable Iron Tendon Realm expert can be assigned to it.

This can be considered as giving Hu Tiannan an explanation, calming his resentment at the loss, and preventing complete internal discord.

As for whether Lin Fusheng himself lives or dies.

Nobody cares!!

For Du Zhenyun, he didn't care whether Lin Fusheng lived or died; what he cared about was balance, control, and maximizing his own interests.

Rong Chongming narrowed his eyes, a chill creeping into his heart.

For the gang's leadership, devising some "reasonable" methods to make such a minor character, who is not very powerful but occupies resources, "accidentally" disappear is obviously the lowest-cost and highest-profit option.

"Du Zhenyun has already set the tone; the situation of a fierce battle to the death is already set. Lin Fusheng has been named to participate. This is an open conspiracy, a dead end."

"Lin Fusheng can't escape this calamity."

"What a pity, what a real pity..."

A complex mix of emotions welled up in Rong Chongming's heart.

There was dissatisfaction with the failed investment and regret for the pawns that were discarded.

He took a slow breath, suppressed all his emotions, and his face regained its calm. He said to Du Zhenyun, "Since Uncle Du has made a decision, Chongming will obey. I will have Lin Fusheng make preparations."

These words were tantamount to acknowledging Lin Fusheng's fate.

Du Zhenyun nodded slightly, seemingly satisfied with Rong Chongming's tact.

"Okay. You guys need to finalize the details as soon as possible. I just want the result."

After saying that, he leaned on his walking stick, turned around and walked towards the front hall. Without looking at the corpses lying haphazardly on the ground, he gazed at the night in the distance, got into his car and left.

Hu Tiannan glanced at Rong Chongming and said slowly, "Master Rong, don't worry, I will 'properly' arrange Lin's task. After all, he is also contributing to our Ren Society."

After saying that, he left.

The night was thick, leaving only outlines and shadows in the backyard of the Jinrong Casino.

Rong Chongming stood alone in that small courtyard made of bluestone, his hands behind his back, looking up at the dark sky that was cut into a narrow strip by the eaves.

There were no stars or moon in sight, only thick, low-hanging clouds.

His eyes flickered, but his gaze was as cold as a deep pool, reflecting no warmth whatsoever.

Lin Fusheng can't go on living.

Du Zhenyun forbade him to help, neither openly nor secretly.

A single word from a powerful figure can decide a person's life or death.

Even if Rong Chongming had the will, he was powerless to change the situation.

That's how gangs operate. When a piece is useful, they make moves to establish a strategy; when a piece becomes useless or a burden, they think about how to utilize its remaining value and how to fill the empty space it leaves behind.

Now, we have to think of other solutions.

Rong Chongming's eyes became sharp and pragmatic.

The only option is to try harder from above and see if we can get support from other high-ranking officials so that we can arrange for our own people to be placed after Lin Fu's death.

The second path is more direct.

We should plant an even harder nail inside the Jinrong Casino as soon as possible.

Find a skilled or talented individual and assign them to the Jinrong Casino.

Once Lin Fusheng "dies for the gang," this person's chances of becoming the new leader will greatly increase, thanks to his strength, prior preparations, and his own secret efforts.

The daily operations, connections, and lucrative ways of operating a gambling den all require time to familiarize oneself with, making advance planning crucial.

Finding such a candidate will take some time.

Lin Fusheng is still useful.

Every day that Lin Fu lived was, in a sense, a chance for him to make his plans.

"Master."

Just then, a sound came from inside.

A thug dressed in shorts and looking cautious walked to the shadows of the courtyard gate, bowed, and said, "Chief Lin is awake."

Woke up?

Rong Chongming's eyes flickered slightly as he suppressed all outward emotions, reverting to his usual composed and dignified demeanor as the hall master.

He exhaled softly, a sigh so faint it was almost inaudible, yet it contained a multitude of complex meanings.

"understood."

He walked into the gambling den.

The leather shoes made a regular, slightly heavy sound as they stepped on the bluestone slabs, which was clearly audible in the quiet night.

In a small, hastily prepared room on the second floor, a faint smell of ointment mixed with the stench of blood permeated the air.

A kerosene lamp covered with a gauze shade sat on the bedside table, its dim light casting a half-light, half-dark glow over the room.

Lin Fusheng sat back on the raised pillows, his face still pale and his lips chapped, but his eyes were open. Although they still showed weakness and exhaustion from his serious injuries, they were unusually clear, even with a kind of hardened coldness.

He was wrapped in many bandages, most notably his right arm and shoulder, where bloodstains were still faintly seeping through the thick gauze, and his left fist was also carefully wrapped.

His breathing was weak but steady, and his chest rose and fell slowly with each breath.

Rong Chongming pushed open the door and walked to a chair by the bed. He sat down, his gaze falling on Lin Fusheng's face. After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke, his voice softer than usual, yet unable to conceal its heaviness:

"Thanks for your hard work."

These three words are very ordinary, but at this moment they sound like a heavy stone thrown into stagnant water.

Upon hearing this, Lin Fusheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, but he did not respond immediately.

Only the soft breathing of the two people remained in the room, along with the faint sound of a wooden clapper coming from afar outside the window.

Several seconds passed before he turned to look at Rong Chongming. His voice was hoarse from blood loss and weakness, but his words were clear:

"Uncle Rong, what are the association's plans to do with Hua Wendong and Hall Master Hu?"

Then, Lin Fusheng added, his tone devoid of emotion, simply stating the facts: "I deliberately spared Men Ye's life."

Looking into the boy's overly calm eyes, Rong Chongming felt a pang of regret once again.

The fact that he left someone alive shows Lin Fusheng's cleverness.

This survivor is extremely important.

At the very least, they could bite Hu Tiannan to death on the spot.

If it were a normal person, they might have killed Monno in a fit of rage or bloodlust.

Men Ye is dead, and Hu Tiannan shrugs off the truth, so there's nothing anyone can do.

It is virtually impossible to make Hu Tiannan bleed and then have to pay an even greater price to launch a counterattack against Jin Yulou alone.

This kid is smart, resilient, and has good aptitude for martial arts; he can fight too.

Pity.

While pondering, Rong Chongming carefully considered his words and then recounted Du Zhenyun's decisions in the backyard: the revenge action of killing a skilled iron-willed fighter from Jin Yulou, the requirement for Hu Tiannan and Huai Rentang to send three main iron-willed attackers, and Du Zhenyun's personal designation that Lin Fusheng must also participate.

Rong Chongming did not embellish the story; he simply stated it in a straightforward manner.

Sometimes, the calmer the words, the more direct the danger and murderous intent.

After Rong Chongming finished speaking, Lin Fusheng remained expressionless.

However, his face seemed even paler, with a cold, bloodless pallor.

He had guessed that the Tongxin Association would inevitably retaliate after this incident.

Hu Tiannan will not let this go easily.

But he never expected that he would be pushed directly into the center of that inevitable vortex in such a "reasonable" way.

To be honest, as long as he remains in this position, similar incidents will continue to occur.

His abilities do not match his position.

But he never even considered taking up that position.

Hu Tiannan is quite resourceful; this is more like a calculated scheme, using gang rules and a sense of righteousness to weave a net from which he cannot escape.

Looking at Lin Fusheng's expression, which was so calm it was almost deathly still, Rong Chongming felt a mix of guilt and exploitation.

After a long silence, Rong Chongming coughed lightly, breaking the silence.

"The three-tenths of the Yinsha Bathhouse shares that President Du confiscated from Hu Tiannan will be transferred to Anrentang in the future. I will make the decision, if possible..."

Rong Chongming paused slightly, seemingly feeling that the phrase "came back alive" was too hypocritical, so he changed his words, "After this matter is over, I will decide to give you half a percent."

The profit from the semi-finished Yinsha Bathhouse is also a considerable long-term source of income.

The Kanto region has a cold climate, so the locals prefer to "bathe" and soak in hot water.

In fact, the bathhouse's revenue was quite substantial, no less than that of the Jinrong Casino.

Whether the promise is low or high, it sounds generous, but both people present understood that it was more like an empty promise.

A check that is almost impossible to cash.

After hearing this, Lin Fusheng's lips twitched very slightly.

He seemed to want to laugh, but didn't.

He remained silent for a long time, thought for a moment, and then suddenly asked a question.

"Uncle Rong, can I leave Jinrong Gambling House?"