But unexpectedly, the two of them didn’t give Edward Sutton a hard time. They simply said indifferently, “Go on in, Tiger Senior is waiting for you inside.”

Richard Howard, puzzled, led Edward Sutton inside, and the two behind them immediately closed the door.

“I say, Old Walker, do you think that kid will make it out?”

“I don’t know, but if he can get out of here, he’ll definitely have a place in the Flying Eagle Gang!”

“Why? Just because he killed Thomas Brooks?”

“No, it’s because after killing Thomas Brooks, he still dared to come here. That kind of courage is extraordinary!”

Inside the hall, Edward Sutton finally met the long-renowned Tiger Senior.

In the Flying Eagle Gang, aside from the boss, there are three hall masters: the Punishment Hall, which oversees discipline; the Charity Hall, which manages assets and logistics; and the Battle Hall, which commands the gang’s strongest fighters.

Besides them, the real decision-makers in the Flying Eagle Gang are the thirteen big bosses, among whom Tiger Senior is one of the stronger ones.

Tiger Senior is already over fifty, looking close to sixty.

There’s some white at his temples; he was one of the earliest brothers to follow the Flying Eagle Gang’s boss, Sha Feiying, in conquering the underworld.

At first glance upon entering, what caught Edward Sutton’s attention was Tiger Senior’s hands.

He himself looked quite ordinary, just like any elderly man.

But his hands were unusually broad-boned, pitch black, and even had a metallic sheen.

Edward Sutton had read Tiger Senior’s file.

He had practiced Iron Sand Palm for nearly forty years, reaching mastery—capable of splitting stone and shattering jade!

“So you’re Edward Sutton? You just killed my adopted son and still dare to come see me. You’ve got guts!”

Tiger Senior spoke coldly, and with a squeeze of his left hand holding the teacup, the entire cup instantly crumbled to powder!

Richard Howard shuddered violently, almost collapsing to his knees in fright.

A person’s reputation precedes them.

This Tiger Senior is not known for having a good temper.

“It’s not that I’m bold, it’s just that I know, Third Master, you won’t kill me.” Edward Sutton sat upright in his chair, not a trace of fear on his face.

Tiger Senior was so angry he laughed: “Won’t kill you? Do you know how long it took me to train Thomas Brooks? From when he was twenty until now! A full twenty years!

I spent twenty years grooming my successor, and you killed him with a single sword. You think I won’t kill you?”

Edward Sutton looked straight at Tiger Senior, showing no intention of backing down. “Even if I didn’t kill Thomas Brooks, one day, Third Master, you would have killed him yourself!”

Tiger Senior’s expression changed instantly.

“What exactly do you mean?”

Edward Sutton replied calmly, “What I mean is exactly what you mean, Tiger Senior. Thomas Brooks’s existence had already become a threat to you. By killing him, I’ve actually done you a huge favor.”

“My meaning?” Tiger Senior’s face returned to calm. “Then tell me, what exactly do I mean?”

“Third Master, you’re just over fifty, but Thomas Brooks is already forty.

Back then, you wanted to train Thomas Brooks as your successor, and he did perform well.

He mastered Iron Sand Palm by the age of thirty, and his strength was not much weaker than some of the big bosses.

But for you, Third Master, that’s not necessarily a good thing, because he grew too fast!

A martial artist’s vitality is strong, and at your age, Third Master, you could easily remain a big boss for another ten years.

You can wait ten years, but can Thomas Brooks? With strength on par with the big bosses but no men under him, would he be content?

I believe you’ve sensed it too, Third Master. You’re almost unable to keep him suppressed.

The Flying Eagle Gang’s territory is only so big. Even if he has the strength of a big boss, he doesn’t have the turf or manpower!

His only option is to force you into early retirement.

You step down, he takes over!”

After Edward Sutton finished, he picked up the tea on the table and took a sip, looking completely at ease, but Richard Howard was scared out of his wits.

Boss, were you a storyteller before? You can make up stories this wild?

Now you’ve angered Tiger Senior. If he gives each of us a palm strike, we’ll both be done for!

But unexpectedly, Tiger Senior didn’t do as Richard Howard imagined and come over to strike them. Instead, he stared hard at Edward Sutton, a trace of wariness flashing in his eyes!

Back in the day, when he was Edward Sutton’s age, he was just hot-blooded, only knowing how to fight and kill.

But Edward Sutton’s analysis just now was like a worm in his stomach, almost saying everything he was thinking.

Such cunning is not something you’d expect from a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old; it’s more like a seasoned old hand.

Little did he know, in his previous life, Edward Sutton’s job was precisely to figure people out.

He managed several hundred people; he might not have known the technical stuff, but if he didn’t know how to read people, he wouldn’t have held his position for years.

Tiger Senior stared coldly at Edward Sutton, and just as Richard Howard was about to wet himself in fear, Tiger Senior suddenly burst out laughing.

“Good! Very good! Everyone in the Flying Eagle Gang says you, Edward Sutton, are formidable in combat, but if you ask me, what’s most impressive is your mind.”