Tiger Senior looked at Edward Sutton with admiration in his eyes. “But this matter isn’t so easily settled. You killed one of my adopted sons, so you’ll have to compensate me with one, won’t you?”

Edward Sutton dropped to one knee without hesitation, cupped his fists respectfully, and said, “Your child greets his foster father!”

As he spoke, Edward Sutton immediately took out the five-hundred tael banknote from his robe and offered it with both hands.

“Five hundred taels may not be much, but it’s a token of my sincerity. I hope foster father will accept it with a smile.”

“Good, good, good! Edward Sutton, I knew I wasn’t wrong about you.” Tiger Senior casually took the banknote and placed it on the table beside him, the admiration in his eyes growing even stronger.

He certainly didn’t care about the five hundred taels, but young men with such tact and sense of propriety were rare these days.

Strength can be trained, but cunning and shrewdness are much harder to develop.

“Edward Sutton, from now on, Kuaihuo Forest will be under your management. I’ll also report your new status to the gang.

But you’ve just become a minor leader, and apart from your own skills, you only have a few ordinary gang members under you.

I have two young men here who are quite capable. From now on, they’ll follow you.”

Tiger Senior clapped his hands, and two young men walked in from outside the courtyard.

One of them was in his twenties, his face expressionless, as if everyone owed him several hundred taels.

The other was about thirty, the complete opposite—he looked at everyone with a friendly, smiling face.

“This is Mark Lee and Frank Keaton. They’ve been with me for some years, and their skills are decent. They can help you out.”

The stone-faced Mark Lee simply nodded at Edward Sutton, while Frank Keaton smiled and said, “Boss Sutton, from now on, I’ll be relying on you to make a living.”

“Brother Keaton, you’re too polite. You’re a senior in the Flying Eagle Gang—I should be the one learning from you.”

Edward Sutton acted very humbly. He wasn’t naïve enough to think that Tiger Senior sent these two just to help him.

For someone who had just killed his adopted son and analyzed his mind so thoroughly, it was only natural for Tiger Senior to be cautious of him—Edward Sutton thought that was perfectly normal.

But if Tiger Senior thought he could keep Edward Sutton in check with just two men, he was underestimating him.

“All right, you two wait outside. I have a few more words for Edward Sutton.”

Tiger Senior waved his hand, and Mark Lee and Frank Keaton immediately walked out.

Richard Howard gave Edward Sutton a look of admiration.

This boss really was something—he’d settled the matter in just a few words and even gained Tiger Senior as a powerful backer!

With Tiger Senior as his foster father, Edward Sutton’s position in the Flying Eagle Gang was now rock solid.

And as the first gang member to pledge loyalty to Edward Sutton, it proved that Richard Howard had made the right bet!

Once everyone had left, Edward Sutton respectfully asked, “Foster father, do you have any other instructions?”

“You’ve learned internal martial arts, haven’t you?”

That one sentence from Tiger Senior stunned Edward Sutton.

According to his information, only the gang leader and the three hall masters in the Flying Eagle Gang truly mastered internal martial arts. How did Tiger Senior see through him?

Seeing Edward Sutton’s shocked expression, Tiger Senior nodded in satisfaction and said, “Don’t worry, I won’t try to steal your internal cultivation method. As for internal skills, I know them too.”

Edward Sutton cautiously asked, “But I’ve heard that only the gang leader and the three hall masters in our Flying Eagle Gang have learned internal martial arts, while you and the other hall masters are only skilled in external techniques.”

“They don’t know a damn thing!”

Tiger Senior said disdainfully, “When the Flying Eagle Gang was first founded, there were only about thirty of us. We all followed the gang leader to conquer the world. Since the gang leader knew internal martial arts, why wouldn’t he teach us?

In fact, all thirteen major leaders in the Flying Eagle Gang have learned internal skills from the boss.

But martial arts aren’t just about hard work—you need talent, too.

The human body has 108 acupoints. Refining thirty-six acupoints makes you early-stage acquired, seventy-two is mid-stage, and 108 is the peak of the acquired stage.

Only by stepping into the acquired realm can you be considered a true martial artist. Unfortunately, after nearly forty years, I’ve only refined thirteen acupoints.”

What Tiger Senior said was news to Edward Sutton.

But the “Beginner Quanzhen Sect Internal Skill” he’d drawn in the lottery should have this information.

However, he’d just drawn the manual and hadn’t even looked at it yet. He’d only used the 5% proficiency granted by the system to cultivate a bit of true qi for revenge.

“With the power of your Iron Sand Palm, foster father, even an early-stage acquired martial artist wouldn’t be your match.” Edward Sutton flattered him.

“All right, no need to butter me up. Go back and do your job well. Kuaihuo Forest borders the Qingzhu Gang’s territory—remember, don’t embarrass the Flying Eagle Gang.”

Seeing that his words had left Edward Sutton in awe, Tiger Senior nodded in satisfaction.

“Yes, foster father. I’ll take my leave now.”

Edward Sutton stood up, bowed respectfully to Tiger Senior, and then turned to leave the hall.

Chapter Six Mission Complete