He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

Chapter 6 Can I Join the Iron Hand Gang?

"Just two?"

Zhou Bapi looked at the copper coin in front of him, then turned his gaze to the skinny monkey.

Seeing this, the skinny monkey's expression immediately turned panicked, and he quickly explained, "Master Zhou, we're missing one today, but I'll definitely double it next time..."

Before he could finish speaking,

"Snapped!"

The whip lashed down with a whoosh, fast and fierce.

As the whip fell, the skinny monkey felt a sharp, bone-deep pain shoot through his back.

It felt like someone was branding the flesh with a red-hot iron bar, or like something had ripped a gash into the skin.

"what!"

Unable to bear the pain, the skinny monkey curled up on the ground and howled in agony.

"Looks like I didn't teach you lowly creatures enough a lesson yesterday. You actually dare to fail to pay your dues today." Zhou Bapi's voice was chillingly cold.

He truly hadn't expected that after being so ruthless yesterday, someone would still dare to risk being beaten to death today just to pay two coins.

Zhou Bapi kicked the skinny monkey in the chest, his tone vicious, "Do you think you're tougher than the one from yesterday? Or do you think I'm kind enough to let you get away with this?"

Skinny Monkey was in so much pain that tears and snot streamed down his face. He really hadn't expected it to hurt so much; just one lash felt like he was going to die.

Upon hearing Zhou Bapi's words, Skinny Monkey realized that if he didn't do something, he would probably be beaten to death right there.

He immediately said, "Master Zhou, stop hitting him! We have money! We have money!"

Hearing this, Zhou Bapi became even more enraged and lashed out with his whip again.

"You have money and you still dare to deliberately refuse to pay? You're not taking me seriously at all!"

With a "snap",

The sound was deafening, and the skin and flesh rolled over.

With that lash, the skinny monkey felt as if half his life was gone.

At that moment, he couldn't care about anything else; only one thought occupied his mind.

I can't die, I can't die here.

"Qin Chuan!" the skinny monkey cried out hoarsely, his voice strained from deep in his throat, tinged with blood and a sob, "Qin Chuan has two taels of silver! It was a gift from a young master at the gambling den! I saw it with my own eyes today! Two taels! At least two taels!"

The dilapidated house fell silent.

Zhou Bapi's hand, holding the whip, paused in mid-air, and he narrowed his eyes. He looked at the skinny monkey's tear-streaked face, as if trying to discern the truth of his words.

"Two ounces?" Zhou Bapi slowly put down the whip, twirling it twice in his hand. The coldness in his tone lessened, replaced by a thoughtful expression. "You saw it with your own eyes?"

"I saw it with my own eyes!" Skinny Monkey blurted out as if grasping at a straw, "Right at the entrance of Changsheng Gambling House, a young master in a royal blue satin robe tossed him a piece of silver, at least two taels! I was hiding in the corner, and I saw it clearly! That gleaming silver was thrown into Qin Chuan's hand, and he stuffed it into his pocket! Master Zhou, everything I'm saying is true. If I'm lying even a little bit, you can beat me to death too!"

......

When Qin Chuan entered the room, he sensed that something was off about the atmosphere.

He glanced around and felt that everyone's eyes seemed to be focused on him, with an indescribable meaning.

Qin Chuan frowned slightly, clearly something must have happened here that he didn't know about.

He looked towards the innermost part of the room, where there was a broken chair with one leg missing, propped up with bricks, where Zhou Bapi was sitting leisurely.

Zhou Bapi seemed a little different than usual. Normally, he would leave as soon as he collected the money, never staying in this dilapidated house for even a moment longer, finding it dirty, smelly, and the stench of the beggars giving him a headache.

But today he sat there calmly, one hand on his knee, the other slowly turning the handle of the whip at his waist, as if waiting for someone.

That look in his eyes was also strange, somewhat different from what Qin Chuan had seen before. It wasn't the usual contempt and impatience, but rather a kind of scrutiny and greed.

When Zhou Bapi saw him come in, he said, "You're back. Have you prepared the money for today's wedding gifts?"

The voice sounded calm, as if it was concerned about whether he could afford to give a wedding gift, but Qin Chuan always felt that there was another meaning hidden beneath the words.

"All done."

As Qin Chuan answered, he stepped forward, his eyes constantly scanning his surroundings, hoping to glean some clues.

Soon, he also spotted the skinny monkey lying on the haystack nearby.

The man's tattered clothes were torn in two, revealing raw, mangled flesh beneath, and he was staring at me with a sinister expression.

Skinny Monkey was beaten by Zhou Bapi, and the beating was quite severe.

Is it because they can't afford the wedding gift money? Or is it for some other reason?

Just then, he turned around and saw Wang the Cripple, who was squatting in the corner, winking at him.

Behind Zhou Bapi, Wang the Cripple used his body as cover to hold up two fingers towards Qin Chuan, as if making a "two" shape.

Two fingers!

two!

What is related to the number two?

In an instant, the scene in front of the gambling den flashed into Qin Chuan's mind.

He understood; it was about the two taels of silver.

Clearly, someone had told Zhou Bapi about how he had gotten two taels of silver that day.

Moreover, it's highly likely that it's a skinny monkey, which explains the current state of affairs.

Zhou Bapi is sitting here today not to collect the three coins, but for the two taels of silver.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Qin Chuan's back.

His steps did not stop, and his expression remained unchanged, still that submissive and humble look.

But his mind was racing. What if Zhou Bapi found out that he hadn't given him the two taels of silver he'd gotten?

The consequences are obvious; he would definitely beat them to death.

Here, there's no such thing as getting your own version of events.

For these beggars, even their lives were in the hands of Zhou Bapi and his gang, let alone the money they could beg for.

of course,

There is also a very small probability.

Zhou Bapi wasn't doing this for the sake of the matter; he just happened to be in a bad mood today and wanted to sit here and show off his power.

But Qin Chuan dared not gamble!

In the face of someone like Zhou Bapi, losing a bet means losing your life.

Upon seeing Zhou Bapi standing before him, Qin Chuan did not hesitate or waver.

He took out the silver, held it with both hands, and respectfully handed it to Zhou Bapi. He bowed and said in a low but clear voice, "Master Zhou, I received a reward from a young master at the gambling den today, and I present it to you."

Upon seeing this scene, all the beggars around stared wide-eyed at the silver coin in Qin Chuan's palm.

There was greed, jealousy, and a hint of surprise in his eyes.

This kid actually took it out himself.

If it were them, they would probably hide and lie about it no matter what.

"Good!" Zhou Bapi laughed.

He reached out and took the silver, patted Qin Chuan on the shoulder, and said, "I knew it. You're the most sensible kid; you wouldn't hide anything from me."

Qin Chuan straightened up, a perfectly timed, slightly ingratiating smile on his face: "Master Zhou, you flatter me. I owe everything I have today to your care."

Zhou Bapi laughed heartily, clearly in a good mood. He had received two taels of silver, more than he would have collected in a month's worth of wedding gifts.

Moreover, this item doesn't need to be handed over to the gang; it's considered private property.

For him, this was a considerable windfall.

Zhou Bapi glanced at Qin Chuan and waved his hand magnanimously: "Good lad, considering the tributes you've given me, tell me, what's on your mind today? I'll grant your wish."

Qin Chuan knew perfectly well what was going on. Zhou Bapi's words were just empty talk, nothing more than polite remarks, and shouldn't be taken seriously.

If you really go along with it and say something like "Master Zhou gave me something" or "Master Zhou let me pay less money for a few days,"

This person will definitely turn on you immediately, and might even give you a couple of lashes to teach you a lesson about boundaries.

Looking at the fleshy, rugged face before him, Qin Chuan suddenly had an idea.

He then bent down and said to Zhou Bapi, "Master Zhou, I do have a request."

"Oh?" Zhou Bapi narrowed his eyes, his smile fading as he looked at Qin Chuan. "Tell me about it?"

Qin Chuan, however, seemed oblivious, silently activating his active skill "Demand for Seal".

He straightened up, raised his head, looked into Zhou Bapi's eyes, and spoke in a low voice, but every word was clear.

"Master Zhou, can I join the Iron Hand Gang?"