He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

Chapter 76: Labeling One by One

The hall was completely silent.

Everyone was stunned by what they saw.

No one anticipated this scene; no one could have imagined it.

Qin Chuan dared to pin several of Song Hai's men to the ground and slap them repeatedly, leaving their mouths full of blood, right in front of Song Hai, the second-in-command, and his twenty or thirty men.

This wasn't just a slap in the face to those thugs.

This is a slap in the face to Song Hai.

This isn't just being bold; it's being incredibly audacious.

Song Hai stared at Qin Chuan, his face filled with undisguised anger.

He never expected that a mere member of the gang would dare to slap him in the face like this.

Song Hai spoke up: "Do you know what you're doing?"

Qin Chuan clasped his hands in a fist salute and said loudly, "Reporting to the Second Master, these men under you don't know the rules, so I'm teaching them what the rules are."

Upon hearing this, the air in the hall seemed to grow even colder.

Song Hai stared at Qin Chuan, at this young man who was only sixteen or seventeen years old.

His lips twitched slightly.

suddenly,

"ha."

A short laugh, carrying an ambiguous tone that was hard to decipher—whether it was anger or mockery.

Then came several more shouts of "Hahaha..."

Song Hai laughed, a laugh so wide it distorted his face.

But the next moment,

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Song Hai suddenly stood up, causing the chair to tilt backward and fall to the ground with a thud.

Almost at the same moment,

Qian Laifu also stood up, his eyes fixed on Song Hai.

The two locked eyes, and the atmosphere in the hall became tense, as if swords were about to be drawn.

Song Hai slowly shifted his gaze from Qian Laifu and returned it to Qin Chuan's face.

He looked down at the young man and sneered.

"Kid, do you think they can protect you?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhao Fuquan jumped out from the side, his face plastered with a fawning smile, waving his hands repeatedly and saying, "Second Master, I don't know this man well, what he did has nothing to do with us."

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When he said this, his tone was extremely weak, as if he wanted to stick a sign on his forehead that said "I have nothing to do with Qin Chuan".

But no one present cared!

Qin Chuan simply cupped his hands in greeting to Song Hai and said, "I wouldn't dare."

He paused, straightened up, and met Song Hai's eyes: "I'm just helping the second-in-command teach them a lesson, to let them know what rules are."

"Rules?" Song Hai sneered. "You're talking to me about rules?"

He had previously used the phrase "rules" to mock Qian Laifu, but now a mere young upstart had returned the favor exactly as he had said.

Qin Chuan did not respond.

He turned around, strode over to the thug leader who was still kneeling on the ground, not yet recovered from the series of slaps, bent down, reached out, grabbed his hair, and pulled him up sharply.

"ah--!"

The gang leader, in pain, was forced to look up, his face covered in blood and his eyes unfocused.

Qin Chuan leaned closer, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for everyone in the hall to hear clearly: "Tell me, what did you call Master Qian back in Ma Yi Alley?"

Upon hearing this, the thug leader, who had been somewhat dazed from being slapped, suddenly felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, jolting him back to his senses and making him much more awake.

His mouth opened and closed, making muffled "uh...uh..." sounds. His eyes darted around, but he dared not look at Qin Chuan, Song Hai, or Qian Laifu.

That blood-stained face was etched with terror and struggle.

He knew what Qin Chuan was asking, but he dared not say.

Qin Chuan waited for two breaths, and seeing that he was still stammering and unable to say a complete sentence, he let go and threw the thug leader aside like a rag doll.

He turned around and walked up to the round-faced thug. The round-faced thug was huddled in a corner between the tables and chairs, his face even more swollen, his eyes narrowed to slits, and blood smeared half his face.

Qin Chuan squatted down, reached out and pinched his chin, lifting his face up.

"And you? You tell us."

The round-faced thug trembled, desperately shrinking back, covering his face and lying down as if he wanted to disappear into the ground.

His lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Qin Chuan didn't make things difficult for him. He let go of his hand, stood up, and walked to the remaining thugs one by one, asking them questions.

No one dared to answer.

No one dared to utter those three words they had previously called out—"Old Dog Qian".

Because they're not truly stupid, they can say these things privately, or even to Song Hai's face.

It's just a trivial matter, and Song Hai might even agree with them.

But if you were to say those three words in front of Master Qian, you'd really be asking for trouble.

Qin Chuan stopped and turned around to face Song Hai.

"Second Master," he called out loudly, "should I answer for them?"

The hall was deathly silent.

All eyes were on Qin Chuan.

"They call him Master Qian," Qin Chuan said, emphasizing each word, "but they call him 'Old Dog Qian'."

The moment those three words were uttered, the air in the hall seemed to freeze.

"Master Qian is the third-in-command of the Iron Hand Gang, a prominent figure within the gang," Qin Chuan continued unhurriedly, his gaze sweeping over Song Hai's face before settling on the thugs huddled in the corner.

"A few low-level debt collectors dare to disregard Master Qian, calling him 'Old Dog Qian' this and 'Old Dog Qian' that. This clearly shows they don't take the Iron Hand Gang seriously and don't respect the gang's rules."

He paused, then his tone became more serious: "That's why I had to teach them a lesson, to show them what the rules are. Otherwise, people would think that you, Second Master, instructed them to do this, which would be deliberately trying to sow discord between you two brothers, wouldn't it?"

With this remark,

Song Hai's face darkened completely.

Looking at the thugs lying on the ground, he knew that what Qin Chuan said was probably true.

Normally, Song Hai calls Qian Laifu "Old Dog Qian".

Once people get used to calling it that, and it becomes second nature, those below will naturally imitate it.

They dare not do it in public, but they shout it out loud in private.

It didn't matter to him using those titles; he was the second-in-command, and Qian Laifu was the third.

The two were on equal footing, and calling each other "old dog" was either a joke or a lack of understanding of their relationship; neither could say anything about it.

If his men were to call for help and were not caught, that would be fine; but if they were caught, they would only have themselves to blame.

That makes sense, but Song Hai just couldn't swallow his anger.

Song Hai has been in the Iron Hand Gang for so many years, he's been through thick and thin, and he's never been one to stand up and do nothing after being publicly humiliated by a junior.

Song Hai narrowed his eyes, about to speak,

"Second Master," Qin Chuan cupped his hands and spoke first, "I have another idea, but I don't know if I should say it."

The words that Song Hai was about to say were swallowed back. He frowned and impatiently uttered two words: "Speak."

Qin Chuan straightened up, his gaze sweeping over the thugs huddled together on the ground, then turning to Song Hai. His tone became serious: "Second Boss, the Iron Hand Gang and the Black Tiger Gang have been embroiled in constant conflict lately. Everyone in the gang knows this. They've clashed openly and covertly several times over those few pieces of territory at the docks. Boss Qian has been busy with this whole affair. At this critical juncture, these men under your command are openly insulting the Third Boss in the street, calling him 'Old Dog Qian' this and 'Old Dog Qian' that. Think about it, what will outsiders think if word gets out?"

He paused, then his voice suddenly rose a few decibels: "People won't say these thugs are unruly; they'll just say the Iron Hand Gang is fighting amongst themselves, that the second and third leaders don't get along! Isn't this exactly what the Black Tiger Gang wants?"

The people in the hall looked at each other in bewilderment, and Song Hai's eyes also flickered slightly.

Qin Chuan took half a step forward: "Second Master, if I may be so bold as to say this, these people are clearly up to no good by trying to sow discord between you and the Third Master in the street. I even suspect that they might be spies planted by the Black Tiger Gang, deliberately causing trouble in the street and insulting the Third Master in order to sow discord and make our Iron Hand Gang fall into chaos first."

Upon hearing this, the local thug leader suddenly raised his head, his mouth agape, his face filled with shock and disbelief.

Song Hai fell silent.

That kid has a sharp tongue.

First, they used rules to intimidate people, then they used brotherhood as an excuse, and finally they directly labeled him as a "Black Tiger Gang spy".

Each one was bigger and heavier than the last, so heavy that if Song Hai pursued the matter further, it would make him seem like he couldn't distinguish right from wrong, and that he was turning against the Third Leader for a few "spies".

Most importantly, this kid even used the Black Tiger Gang as a threat. The two gangs at the docks were already fiercely competing.

If Qian Laogou doesn't contribute, his men alone are definitely no match for the Black Tiger Gang.

The docks are a golden goose; Song Hai can't bear to part with them, nor can he afford to.

He glanced at Qian Laifu, who had stood up, then at Qin Chuan in front of him. After a moment of silence, he said, "A spy? That's a possibility."

Upon hearing this, the local thug leader was struck dumb, his whole body trembling violently. He struggled to get up, stammering, "Second...Second Master...No...No..."

Song Hai ignored him.

He looked up at his men behind him and casually waved his hand: "Take these people back and investigate them thoroughly. If they are spies for the Black Tiger Gang, don't blame me for being impolite."

"Yes!" Several burly men responded and stepped forward, dragging the thugs away like dead dogs.

The round-faced thug howled all the way, struggling desperately as he was dragged across the threshold, shouting "Second Master, spare my life!" His voice grew fainter and fainter until it disappeared outside the door.

The hall fell silent.

Song Hai patted non-existent dust off his hands, turned around, and looked at Qin Chuan again.

He stared at it for several moments, then suddenly laughed.