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An unprecedented meeting began as several underlings cleaned up the corpses.

Zhang Feng still resembled the Maitreya Buddha, sitting happily on the inconspicuous sidelines.

However, many people's gazes would occasionally sneak over to size him up.

During this time, no one spoke up for the Left Protector, nor for Flying Knife.

Because no one wanted to offend a 'monster' for no good reason.

Even less did they want to be sleeping at home one day, only to have this 'Monster Zhang' smash open their front door with a punch and beat them to death in their own homes.

'So that's why Uncle and the others respect Chef Zhang so much? Turns out Chef Zhang isn't "human"...'

They would occasionally glance at Zhang Feng, then look at the corpse of Flying Knife being dragged away.

“Don't spill blood everywhere.” Mantis Sparrow was directing the underlings to move the body, and there were also a dozen or so new Kowloon Walled City brothers who had arrived outside the hall.

Their waists were bulging, carrying guns.

It was Great Uncle who had Gangzi call them, to prevent anyone from overturning the table.

But the current situation was that the big shots weren't stupid; they wouldn't offend Zhang Feng for the sake of a Left Protector.

Unknowingly, half an hour passed.

Everyone was absent-minded, and the meeting ended hastily.

Only before the end of the meeting.

Under the deliberate observation of many people.

Zhang Feng came to the Left Protector, who hadn't dared to speak all along.

“Elder Zhang…” The Left Protector spoke with a bit of a tremor, not daring to raise his head.

The other heads of the gangs looked at each other, but no one said a word.

“Since we're on Jianghu, everyone should abide by the rules…” Zhang Feng looked at the Left Protector, “Then I'll also talk reason.

I said long ago that I was set on taking Flying Knife, and everyone nodded in agreement.”

Zhang Feng looked at everyone, “Everyone, carefully recall, was there such a thing?”

“Yes.” An old gang leader spoke up first, “At that meeting more than a year ago, Elder Zhang mentioned Flying Knife, and many of us nodded in agreement.”

The gang leader said, looking at everyone, “Right? Brother Bamboo Shoot, Onion Head? I don't know about others, but you two were sitting next to me at the time, I saw it.”

“There was such a thing.”

“Yes, the votes had already passed half at the time.”

Brother Bamboo Shoot and Onion Head echoed in succession, confirming this matter.

“I also voted at the time.” More gang leaders were also speaking up, giving Zhang Feng benevolent smiles.

“Good.” Zhang Feng nodded slightly, returning the courtesy, then continued: “The Left Protector broke the rules, and today he brought Flying Knife here.

Then me taking Flying Knife today, that's also in accordance with Jianghu rules, right?”

Hearing Zhang Feng say this.

Everyone hesitated for a moment.

Because in general, Zhang Feng could also be considered to have broken the peace of the meeting.

But when you get down to it, it could still be considered in accordance with the rules.

After all, there was also 'execution of traitors' at the meeting, witnessed by the big shots.

It's just that Zhang Feng belonged to the type who directly took action, without saying a second word.

But it could also be considered acceptable.

“In accordance with the rules.”

“Um… yes…”

“Elder Zhang handles matters decisively! In accordance with the rules!”

They nodded again, still giving him a lot of face.

“Elder Zhang… I was wrong…” Seeing that the wall had crumbled and everyone was pushing, the Left Protector didn't dare say anything else, instead kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy.

Zhang Feng looked at him a few times, then looked at everyone, “Is there a precedent for executing a leader at the meeting?”

“Yes!”

At this moment, the Right Protector of the He Xing Gang was the first to answer loudly.

Sima Zhao's intentions were obvious to everyone.

“You…” The Left Protector's eyes glared angrily; at this moment, his hatred for the Right Protector even surpassed his fear of Zhang Feng.

After Zhang Feng saw his gaze of hatred shift, he followed his gaze and looked at the Right Protector.

“I shouldn't be meddling in your family affairs, but I'm a cautious person, and I'm also afraid of someone seeking revenge later.”

Dong!

Without any warning, Zhang Feng kicked horizontally, hitting the Left Protector in the chest.

Crack—

His chest collapsed, and his body flew out several meters, falling in front of the Right Protector, motionless.

The Right Protector looked at the somewhat distorted body of the Left Protector, not daring to say anything.

After hitting him.

Zhang Feng cupped his fist to the dazed crowd.

“The matter of Flying Knife is settled, I thank everyone for witnessing it today.”

After speaking, Zhang Feng left the venue.

…

Flying Knife died, and the Left Protector also died.

But no one avenged them.

Because the Right Protector organized manpower that day and began to unify and clean up the Left Protector's underlings.

These past few nights, Jianghu was very chaotic.

But West Street was still very peaceful.

Zhang Feng liked this kind of quiet, and continued to practice martial arts.

But it was precisely because of the matter of beating the Left Protector to death at the meeting that in the following half year, as long as it was a festival, many gang leaders came to West Street to give Zhang Feng gifts.

Zhang Feng accepted them all.

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…

In the blink of an eye, more than half a year passed.

It was time to return after the main quest was completed.

Today, morning.

Kowloon Walled City.

Zhang Feng specially tidied up his hairstyle today and came to Great Uncle's small house.

As soon as he entered the front yard.

Zhang Feng saw Xiao Xu.

“Elder Zhang!” Xiao Xu now had a small mustache, had completely quit his addiction, and his whole person looked much brighter.

“Elder Brother is here?” Great Han was now truly a big man; in these three years, he had grown even taller, over 1.8 meters, looking quite intimidating.

But he was only twenty this year, and still a junior in university.

“Good, you've all grown up.” Zhang Feng patted the two of them on the shoulders, then looked at the brooms in their hands, “Continue sweeping, clean up the yard, we're going to set up a big table later.”

“Okay!” Xiao Xu and Great Han were still very obedient, quickly starting to clean.

“Brother Zhang, the food isn't ready yet.” From the direction of the kitchen, Great Uncle heard the commotion in the front yard and walked out wearing an apron.

Behind him was Mantis Sparrow, covered in flour.

“Old Brother! Your favorite beef buns are being made.” Mantis Sparrow patted the flour on his body, splashing Great Uncle with it.

Great Uncle glared at him.

Mantis Sparrow continued indifferently: “Yesterday, I heard Old Brother say that everyone would eat together today.

I thought, we can't eat Old Brother's food every day, so Uncle and I, and Gangzi, we discussed it, and we'll show off our skills today, let Old Brother take a look.”

“Mantis! You're kneading the dough, where did you run off to?”

As soon as he said Gangzi, Gangzi ran out angrily, covered in flour, his legs and feet nimble.

Then, he saw Zhang Feng smiling in the yard.

“Old Brother, you came so early?”

The anger on his face instantly turned into a smile, and he looked at his hands, then at the kitchen.

“The dough isn't kneaded yet, the dishes aren't cooked, you came too early.”

“Forget it.” Zhang Feng shook his head as he watched, rolled up his sleeves and said: “Everyone get out of the kitchen, those who should make tea make tea, those who should move the table move the table, and after moving it, take a break and wait to eat.

Relying on you guys, not to mention noon, even at night it would be difficult to eat a hot bite.”

Didi—

At this time, the sound of a horn came from the door.

A-Hang brought in a few underlings, and said to Zhang Feng, who hadn't entered the kitchen yet: “Elder Brother, is the food ready? Are we late?

Or… have you already eaten?”

“The restaurant is specially closed today.” The restaurant owner then came in, holding the best pack of cigarettes in the store, still Winstons, “Haven't you already eaten? Did I close in vain?”

“No, you came at the right time.” Zhang Feng looked at one of the people behind A-Hang, “Come, the one who helped Grandma set up the egg pancakes.”

“Me?” The stir-fry underling pointed at himself.

“Yes.” Zhang Feng beckoned, “It's you, come, lend a hand, knead the dough.”

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[Main Quest 'Survive for Three Years' Reward: 100 Adventure Experience]

[Adventure Level: 2 (0/400)]

[Non-Main Quest Reward: 50 Honor]

[Honor Level: 2 (0/400)]