Apocalypse: I Have One More Keyword Than Others-Chapter 55 - 0 Maintenance of Balance_1

Chapter 55: 055 Maintenance of Balance_1

Chapter 55: 055 Maintenance of Balance_1

Utilizing Tong Shihong’s celebrity effect, Duge sketched a perfect blueprint, thoroughly uniting the Peacekeeping Gang as one, twisting them into a single rope. The citizens of Luyang City, from top to bottom, increasingly supported their Great Green Sky God, Feng Qi.

Aside from Tong Shihong and a very few Qiu Family members still harboring illusions, all were jubilant.

…

After a feast, the guests gradually dispersed one after another.

Bottling up a bellyful of fury, Tong Shihong finally found his chance to speak up. He glared at Duge, “Sect Leader Feng, you’ve gone too far. When did I say I wanted to go to Hua Mountain with you, to persuade Sect Master Zong?”

“You didn’t say so?” Duge smiled, “I distinctly heard you tell Qiu Muqian that you would go to Hua Mountain to invite Sect Master Zong…”

“What I said at the time was to go to Hua Mountain to invite Sect Master Zong to deal with…”

Tong Shihong’s voice abruptly stopped.

Because he saw that Feng Qi’s Gluttony Sword was once again aimed at him, and next to Feng Qi, Wang San who had been obsessively fiddling with a shiny skull, now turned his gaze towards him as well.

TM! So, I can’t even speak properly now, huh!

Tong Shihong’s eyebrows slanted downward, the anger in his heart increasing.

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“Deal with who?” Duge asked, smiling.

“Naturally, it’s dealing with you,” Tong Shihong said resolutely, convinced that Feng Qi would not dare to truly strike him down. If he continued to be meek, unable to even communicate normally, then living held no meaning for him, he’d rather risk death.

Tong Shihong carried the pride of an unrivaled expert.

Qiu Muqian had been caring for her father and, hearing this, couldn’t help but look over, her eyes full of admiration. Indeed, a true master exudes confidence.

Qiu Yuanlang, however, shook his head continuously at his old friend, signaling with his eyes not to be rash.

However, Duge did not make it difficult for Tong Shihong, but instead looked at him with surprise, “Is there a difference?”

“What?” Tong Shihong asked, his face full of confusion.

“Either way, it’s to Hua Mountain, you to invite Sect Master Zong to deal with me, me to convince Sect Master Zong to join the Peacekeeping Alliance. The two don’t conflict.” Duge stabbed himself in the back without hesitation, “Didn’t I tell you before, after eliminating the other Heavenly Demons, I will be the biggest hazard? If you don’t try to get rid of me, that would be a disrespect to me.”

Feng Zhong looked at Duge with admiration, increasingly feeling he fell short in many aspects, and as he glanced at Wang San who was constantly fiddling with the skull, a strong sense of crisis welled up in him.

Upon contemplation for a moment, Feng Zhong picked up the chopsticks in front of him and started fidgeting with them, turning them over and over.

The action was like stirring, the intent to gain a bit of strength, not to continue slacking off, or he might not hold onto his position within the top ten of the simulation field.

Didn’t you see Wang San finding it inconvenient to carry the icebox, having a craftsman process his collection into bone art pieces, carrying and playing with them wherever he goes?

…

Seeing Feng Qi’s matter-of-course expression, Tong Shihong stood with his mouth half open, momentarily at a loss for words. Feng Qi had given him a reasonable explanation, even blatantly stating he didn’t mind being removed by him.

But why did it feel even more suffocating?

Was it because he felt disregarded?

Tong Shihong looked at Wang San playing with the skull, then at Feng Zhong toying with his chopsticks, his eyes twitching as he pinpointed the reason.

It’s not because of him; these guys are just a bunch of lunatics! Taking them seriously, to think as a normal person would about them, would probably shorten his own life by ten years. The best course of action, as Feng Qi had said, was to let them do their thing, to do his own, and then find an opportunity to take them down…

But the more he thought about this conclusion, which was still pointed out to him by Feng Qi, the more depressed Tong Shihong became.

“Sect Master Tong, do you have any doubts?” Duge asked with concern. “Please speak freely about any questions or concerns, as we respect everyone’s opinion.”

“No more,” Tong Shihong waved his hand and replied, “I just want to be alone now.”

“Of course, just don’t leave the Peacekeeping Gang,” Duge said, “Otherwise, I will go to Divine Fist Gate to uphold justice first.”

Tong Shihong glanced at Duge, stood up without further comment, and decided to implement his method for dealing with Feng Qi.

Just as he stood up, Feng Zhong suddenly spoke, “Sect Master Tong, I feel that Sect Master Zong of the Hua Mountain Sect might not hold you in high regard. I accidentally heard some news; Sect Master Zong commented that your Overlord Fist is no better than the brawling of fishwives, a disgrace to the honor of martial artists, and that being mentioned alongside you was an embarrassment to him. He even suggested that your Overlord Fist might as well be renamed Turtle Fist…”

“…” Tong Shihong was stunned, turned to look at Feng Zhong with furrowed brows, and huffed coldly, “Mr. Feng, there’s no need to relay such pettiness of the streets to me. Such rumors won’t stir up trouble between Sect Master Zong and me.”

“Sect Master Tong, there’s no smoke without fire!” Feng Zhong said confidently, thinking to himself that increasing his own power wouldn’t hurt, and why not make more use of the Tongue of Right and Wrong. After all, Tong Shihong wouldn’t dare lay a hand on him; he needed to learn from Feng Qi.

“Hmm, I understand, I will verify it myself,” Tong Shihong said, feeling an inexplicable irritation, and walked away.

Duge looked at Feng Zhong and gave him a thumbs-up under the table, thinking to himself that finally, the guy had gotten savvy. With this assist from him, bringing Tong Shihong to Hua Mountain was a sure thing.

Qiu Muqian watched Tong Shihong’s retreating back, her brows slightly furrowed, noticing that he seemed to have lost his usual composure. But then again, considering he had been with that group of rascals led by Feng Qi, not losing his temper was impressive enough; losing composure seemed normal.

Yet for some reason, she still felt something was amiss…

“Miss Qiu,” Duge tapped on the table, snapping Qiu Muqian out of her reverie, and asked, “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing?” Qiu Muqian shook her head, feeling a surge of nervousness without reason.

“Would you mind making another trip to Divine Fist Gate?” Duge asked with a smile.

“Sect Master Tong has already agreed to join you on your trip to Hua Mountain, why do you need to go to Divine Fist Gate?” Qiu Muqian asked.

“To invite Sect Master Tong’s disciples and relatives to the Peacekeeping Gang,” Duge replied. “We’re leaving Luyang City for Hua Mountain and don’t know how long we’ll be gone. Luyang City can’t be left without someone to maintain order.”

“But there’s no need to bring Master Tong’s disciples here, right?” Qiu Muqian said, her heart leaping at the prospect of them leaving, thinking this might be her chance to turn the tables, “Aren’t Daoist Gao and the others still around? With them guarding Luyang City, the Peacekeeping Gang won’t have any trouble for the few days you’re gone.”

“It’s not the same,” Duge shook his head with a smile. “We’re taking Sect Master Tong away and keeping his family in Luyang City to help us maintain order. By holding each other’s kin as hostages, neither party can afford to cause any trouble, which is conducive to our efforts of maintaining balance.”

You call this maintaining balance?

Qiu Muqian’s eyes widened as her fleeting joy blew away, realizing Feng Qi’s strategy not only restrained everyone from Divine Fist Gate but also perfectly eliminated any hidden threats she might cause.

The Divine Fist Gate was a top sect; if they brought Sect Master Tong’s disciples and relatives, unless an outside force intervened, this group of people truly wouldn’t be able to stir up any waves…

Is this the so-called perfect strategizing?

Qiu Muqian looked at Duge, and her will to oppose him extinguished suddenly. It was terrifying because unless another Heavenly Demon or Martial Saint like Qiao He emerged, it seemed unlikely that even the experts from the Three Sects and Five Schools could match Feng Qi.

…

At this moment,

Liu Cheng hurried in, glanced at Qiu Muqian and the others, and hesitated to speak.

Duge chuckled, “It’s okay, nothing is unspeakable here.”

Liu Cheng said, “Shao Zhou has run away.”

Duge asked, “Who is Shao Zhou?”

Liu Cheng replied, “Before, the Gang Leader wanted to investigate a covert Heavenly Demon within our ranks, but it was postponed because of the incident with He Yuan’an. After checking everyone who visited the old Gang Leader Qiu, we thought there were no more Heavenly Demons inside. But today, Shao Zhou, who was supposed to patrol Luyang City, vanished. Upon investigation, I found that nobody has seen Shao Zhou since last night. Therefore, I believe Shao Zhou is the concealed Heavenly Demon within the gang.”

Feng Zhong stopped playing with his chopsticks and suggested, “Brother Qi, should I write a few notices and post them in the cities along the river, to lure him back?”

Duge’s fingers tapped lightly on the table surface, and after a moment of silence, he said, “Never mind. We are heading to Hua Mountain next and it wouldn’t be wise to spread our focus too thinly. Let them jump around a bit more. Once we’ve consolidated the Peacekeeping Joint Defense, they won’t be able to turn the tables anymore.”