Divine Fist Gate Headquarters.
Qiu Feipeng was restless, pacing back and forth in his room, occasionally glancing in the direction of the Iron Palm Gang. Finally, he couldn't help but approach Feng Jiu and ask, "Mr. Jiu, there won't be any issues with Master He and the others, will there?"
"What kind of issues could there be?" In front of Feng Jiu was a table full of delicacies, and he spoke with his mouth dripping with oil, "Inside Luyang City, no one believes that Feng Qi has the ability to uphold justice anymore. If his keyword truly was 'uphold,' his attributes would have already dropped to the lowest. He didn't come to Luyang City to seek the murderer, but under the pretense of the Peacekeeping Joint Defense, he gathered people from the three sects and five factions; it's nothing more than a desperate attempt for a cure."
"A desperate attempt for a cure?" Qiu Feipeng raised an eyebrow.
