Father was held tightly in Duge's grasp, and Qiu Feilong, no matter how resentful, could only humiliatingly agree to Duge's demands.
Another two hours passed.
Qiu Feipeng, Yan Wu, and Qiu Muqian arrived one after another, only to see the Iron Palm Gang's placard had been replaced with that of the Peacekeeping Gang. They were equally enraged, but this time, with Qiu Feilong's intervention and explanation, they could only swallow their anger and change into the Peacekeeping Gang's uniforms, feeling aggrieved.
"Third sister, what should we do? We have to find a way to rescue father! If we let Feng Qi keep this up, the Iron Palm Gang will become a joke," Qiu Feilong, who had already learned the ins and outs of the situation, said, "I think that guy is dead serious..."
"Is he really the Heavenly Demon?" Qiu Muqian, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with her hair bundled up and dressed like a married woman, asked as she looked towards their father's room, frowning.
