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This isn't child's play, not just about collecting fish taxes; here, you must follow the guild rules—it's an organized group, not a motley crew of thugs.
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Chen Jie fell silent.
Though he had killed before, and not just a few—Ma Liu, Yu Biao, Yu Sanliu—these were all by his own hand; but that kind of killing,
was different from being punished by the guild's rules.
Three cuts and six holes showed a disregard for life, a kind of dread mixed with an inexplicable enigma, the sensation of directly controlling life and death.
Chen Jie felt there was still much he had to learn.
As Chen Jie was pondering the recent events, he felt someone pat his shoulder and turned to see Feng Xuan.
Feng Xuan wore a smile as he said, "Brother Jiu Si."
"Manager Feng."
Feng Xuan said, "What Manager? From now on, we are all sons of our adoptive father, call me Big Brother!"
"Brother Feng!"