When they saw David Harris defeat forty or fifty experts with just a single stick of firewood, everyone was nearly driven to despair. When David Harris called out their hiding places, they had no choice but to come out and meet him.

David Harris listened to their account, knowing they still had things left unsaid. He remained silent, waiting for them to speak.

Sure enough, after Master Watson tried to change the subject for a while, he finally stammered out his purpose: “Little Harris, we know this request is unreasonable, but we still have to make it, and hope you can be understanding.”

David Harris thought to himself, these people are truly unreasonable. But for the sake of Charles Brooks and the others, he only asked coldly, “What is your request?”

Master Watson blushed and said, “Could we ask Little Benefactor not to kill anymore in the future?”

David Harris was furious and said, “I still have the blood feud of my parents to avenge. Every day, all I think about is how to grind my enemies’ bones to dust—how could I not kill? Master, please forgive me, but I cannot agree.”

Seeing David Harris’s unfriendly expression, Charles Brooks and the others grew increasingly anxious. They knew both David Harris’s skills and his temper, and realized that if things went wrong, David Harris would start killing at once. They quickly interjected, “Grandmaster, Boss’s greatest wish these past years has been to take revenge. Forbidding him from killing is too much.”

Watson also realized he was being unreasonable and hurriedly said, “We would never dare stop you from taking revenge. We only ask that after your revenge, Little Benefactor, you refrain from further killing. Would that be acceptable?”

David Harris replied coldly, “So if someone humiliates me, I can’t kill them either? I’m young and hot-blooded, and I can’t guarantee I have such self-restraint. Can any of you guarantee that no one will provoke me in the future?”

At this point, Master Johnson, who had not spoken until now, finally said, “May I ask what weapon Little Taylor uses?”

David Harris replied, “I use a saber.”

Johnson continued, “Then may we request that Benefactor only use a single saber to kill?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I will give Little Taylor a peerless saber, and ask that you promise to only use this saber to kill,” Johnson answered.

David Harris snorted, “Such a good deal? I don’t believe it.”

Johnson took a tightly wrapped object from his backpack and handed it to David Harris, motioning for him to open it.

David Harris did as told and found a chunk of pitch-black metal. With his experience handling weapons, he immediately realized this metal was extraordinary—several times tougher than ordinary steel or iron, and would make a truly divine weapon.

David Harris looked at Johnson in confusion. Johnson said, “I believe Taylor can see that this saber forged from polar cold iron will be a peerless weapon. It’s yours. I only hope you will use the saber made from it as your sole weapon for killing.”

David Harris thought for a moment, then asked, “I can avoid offending others, but what if someone harasses me?”

Master Watson said, “We’ve considered that. We’ll give you a Shaolin iron token. With it, you can travel the world, and people in the martial world will give you respect. Besides, you have so many brothers from the wolf army—who would dare provoke a tiger?”

David Harris stared directly at Master Watson and said, “And if I refuse?”

Master Watson met David Harris’s gaze and slowly said, “Then we will have no choice but to join forces and, by any means necessary, kill you.”

“Aren’t you afraid of being ridiculed by the world? And can your consciences bear it?”

Johnson added, “For the peace of the martial world, we must sometimes do things against our conscience. After your death, we will immediately take our own lives to accompany you in the afterlife.”

Charles Brooks and the others quickly said, “Grandmaster, Boss, please don’t! Why must it come to mutual destruction?”

At this point, Charles Brooks and his group were the most awkward of all—caught between Boss and their sect, they truly didn’t know what to do.

Unexpectedly, David Harris broke into a smile and said, “I can agree, but only if you accept two conditions of mine. Otherwise, there’s nothing to discuss.”

Johnson quickly said, “Please state your conditions, Taylor!”

“The first condition: I must immediately avenge my blood feud. Killing them is not restricted by this agreement.”

“Agreed, that’s acceptable.”

“The second condition: Some of my brothers may have made mistakes in the past and have been expelled from the sect. For the sake of their service to the country, I ask that they be allowed to return.”

Upon hearing this, Charles Brooks and the others were overwhelmed with gratitude. David Harris looked at them and smiled, “Now that you’re back in the sect, you’d better train hard. Who knows, I might come challenge you again someday.”

Everyone was startled again. Charles Brooks quickly said, “Spare us, spare us! Who would dare spar with you again? The more we compete, the worse we look—the pressure is too much!” At this, everyone burst into laughter.

Johnson said, “You don’t even need to ask for that condition—we would have done it anyway. Their martial arts have improved greatly; they are the pillars of our sect’s revival. How could we bear to keep them out?”

With David Harris’s agreement, everyone felt a huge weight lifted from their hearts.

Johnson was especially relieved. He gave an order to a disciple, then said to David Harris, “We know you are eager for revenge, so we took the liberty of bringing your enemies’ entire family here. You may deal with them as you wish.”

Upon hearing this, David Harris clenched his fists and asked, “Where are they?”

A few disciples brought out two figures. David Harris walked over and saw that it was indeed the family of the prefect who had destroyed his home and kin.

Perhaps due to a lifetime of evil deeds, the prefect had no children—only he and his wife remained.

Facing the enemies who had killed his parents, David Harris was so enraged that he laughed.