"Edward Sutton! How dare you! Thomas Brooks is Tiger Third Master's adopted son, and Brother is a lieutenant personally appointed by the gang leader. Yet you dared to kill them in public—you're treating the gang rules as if they're nothing! Just wait to be punished!" A burly man jumped out and angrily rebuked Edward Sutton.

Although he spoke with righteous indignation, his legs were still trembling, hoping to use the gang rules to scare Edward Sutton.

"That's right! Even if Brother really made a mistake, the gang rules would deal with it. When was it ever your place, Edward Sutton, to act on your own?"

"And you killed Tiger Third Master's adopted son, Thomas Brooks. Tomorrow, you'll be waiting for death!"

Two more people jumped out, and for a moment, they actually seemed rather heroic.

"So it's you, Boss Sanders and your brothers. Looks like the five of you really were close as brothers with David Lewis. Fine, today you can go down and keep him company!"

The sword in Edward Sutton's hand flashed out again, the blade slicing across Boss Sanders's throat, sending up a spray of blood.

The other two screamed and immediately ran for the door.

Edward Sutton's steps were light but covered great distance; in just two or three strides, he caught up with them, killing each with a single sword strike.

The five of them had once sworn brotherhood and followed David Lewis. Now, four had been killed by Edward Sutton, and the last one was Old Fourth, who had brought the fifth brother's corpse to report the news.

Just now, he was the only one who didn't dare stand up to refute Edward Sutton, because he had already been scared out of his wits by the sword that killed the fifth brother!

Seeing Edward Sutton look his way, Old Fourth fell to his knees with a thud, tears and snot streaming down his face as he wailed, "Edward Sutton sir, I know I was wrong! I really know I was wrong! It was Boss Sanders and David Lewis who decided to betray you back then—I was really forced into it! They're all dead now, please just spare me!"

"Sigh, a man should value loyalty. Saying that, your four sworn brothers would be very sad. You'd better go down and keep them company yourself."

The iron-bladed sword thrust out, and Old Fourth couldn't even raise his hands to cover his throat, his eyes filled with terror as he slowly collapsed.

"Now, does anyone else object?" Edward Sutton withdrew his sword, a faint smile on his lips as he asked.

The sixty-plus gang members all shuddered and hurriedly said in unison, "Greetings, Boss Sutton!"

Killing wasn't what scared them—they all had blood on their hands—but what they feared was the madness in Edward Sutton!

He dared to kill David Lewis, and even Thomas Brooks, Tiger Third Master's adopted son.

He killed all five of Boss Sanders's brothers, and didn't even spare Old Fourth, who begged for mercy. Killing people was as easy as killing chickens!

In the eyes of these gang members, this man was simply a madman! A madman with no scruples!

"Ding dong! Host has successfully killed David Lewis, mission completion at fifty percent. Please keep up the good work." The system's voice sounded in Edward Sutton's mind.

Edward Sutton was taken aback: "I've already killed David Lewis. Even if the gang members here don't truly submit to me, they've at least yielded for now. Why isn't my mission considered complete?"

The system replied, "The mission details are to kill David Lewis and become a lieutenant of the Flying Eagle Gang. Your current position was obtained through killing, but you haven't been recognized by the higher-ups of the Flying Eagle Gang, so it's not legitimate and doesn't count as mission completion."

Edward Sutton couldn't help but feel a headache. The task sounded simple, but it turned out this was the hard part.

"A few of you, come clean up these corpses for me." Edward Sutton sat directly in David Lewis's former seat.

A gang member quickly stepped out and shouted, "What are you all staring at? Didn't you hear Boss Sutton's words? Clean up all the corpses, and wipe the blood off the floor!"

This gang member looked to be around thirty, with a sly, rat-like face. He was the one David Lewis had thrown out earlier to block Qin Yu.

Edward Sutton looked at him, a look of interest in his eyes.

After killing several people, the Flying Eagle Gang members were all terrified of him, yet this man still dared to come forward and curry favor.

"What's your name?"

"This lowly one is called Richard Howard. To be honest, I've long been fed up with David Lewis's ways—climbing up by betraying his brothers, and even turning on his own people at critical moments. What a piece of trash!" Richard Howard spat at David Lewis's corpse, looking deeply aggrieved.

Edward Sutton waved his hand casually. "Alright, from now on, when I'm not around, you'll be in charge of these gang members."

Hearing Edward Sutton's words, Richard Howard was overjoyed—he knew he'd made the right bet!

Back when David Lewis was in charge, he only trusted those five brothers; no one else had any power at all.

Now that Edward Sutton had taken over and didn't have anyone to help manage his subordinates, Richard Howard was the first to cozy up, and sure enough, he was readily accepted.

After cleaning up the corpses, Richard Howard scurried over to Edward Sutton, putting on a fawning smile. "Sir, do you have any other orders?"

"How much silver did David Lewis leave behind?"

What's the most important thing in a gang? Just one word: money.

He needed money to cultivate, and to support his brothers, he needed money too.

Richard Howard answered cautiously, "Not a single coin left."