"Desecrating corpses, exposing them to the sun, only those on the Jianghu Demon Path would commit such acts. But now, our Gang Leader, the head of our own guild, wants to personally pry open his subordinate brothers’ coffins. Why, Guild Leader Nan, how can you justify this to your brothers in the guild?"
"Doing this, can you let your brothers’ souls rest in peace? Do you want to deny them eternal rest?"
"As the leader of a guild, aren’t you afraid this will chill your brothers’ hearts?"
Chen Jie stared at Nan Batian, his acting skills maxed out with sincerity, questioning sentence after sentence, forcing Nan Batian into a moral corner with no room to retreat; his face alternated between turning pale and flushing, unable to speak.
However, Chen Jie had no intention of letting him off so easily, and went for a fatal blow to the heart.
Chen Jie turned to look at the surrounding Fishing Guild brothers and spoke with heartfelt sincerity, "Brothers, let’s put ourselves in their shoes. Imagine if one day the Gang Leader was misled by slanderous talk, claiming there was something disgraceful hidden in your family members’ coffins and wanted to open them. Would you be willing?"
"We joined the guild, fought through life and death, and never once complained. Just because of a suspicion, the Gang Leader wants to pry open the brothers’ coffins so they can’t rest in peace even in death. Are you willing?"
Hearing Chen Jie’s words, a junior brother blurted out, and he was not from White Tiger Hall but an underling of Qin Ying.
Having said it, he instantly regretted it, but when he looked around, he saw that everyone wore uncomfortable expressions, unwilling.
Murmers began to spread among them, "The Gang Leader is indeed going too far, how can he publicly pry open our brothers’ coffins, isn’t this going to chill their hearts?"
"Exactly, after dedicating a lifetime to the guild, to be dragged out of our coffins by the Gang Leader at the end... it feels like a lifetime wasted."
"Yes, death is significant, and to rest in peace upon burial!"
The crowd was abuzz with discussion, and under Chen Jie’s explanation, they all felt sympathy for the deceased.
Suddenly, empathy was overflowing, and they began discussing animatedly. At this time, Nan Batian seemed to be skewered over a fire, not expecting Chen Jiusi to be such a tough opponent, inciting the guild members against him, and he found himself without a way to refute or know how to make excuses.
Meanwhile, Chen Jie had long set this trap, waiting for Nan Batian to bring shame upon himself today.
He intended to ruin his reputation thoroughly, leaving him with no way out.
Nan Batian was truly in a difficult position. Tang Ziyue glanced at the situation and tapped Qin Ying with his fan.
Qin Ying looked at Tang Ziyue, and Tang Ziyue commanded, "Cause a disruption!"
Suddenly understanding, Qin Ying shouted, "Chen Jiusi, stop your alarmist talk and stirring up dissent among our guild brothers. I’ll have you know, we’re aware of your collusion with the Zoroastrian Sect. No matter how much you talk now, you can’t hide that you’ve stashed weapons in these coffins. What the hell is this, hiding weapons in brothers’ coffins is not shameless, but trying to vindicate our brothers turns into shamelessness. Chen Jiusi, you are excellent at twisting right and wrong!"
"Brothers, don’t listen to his nonsense, charge and pry open these coffins!"
"The hell I’ll let you!"
Chen Xiaohu barked angrily, followed by Cang Lang swiftly unsheathing his Falchion Knife, cursing, "Qin Ying, you treacherous dog! Just because you’re loud doesn’t make you right. Since these aren’t people from your Eagle Hall, you can easily talk big!"
"Now if I say your father’s grave has hidden weapons from the Zoroastrian Sect, will you open the coffin and drag out your father’s corpse?"
Chen Xiaohu’s roars echoed.
Hearing this, Qin Ying bellowed, "To hell with that, I’ve had it with you, die!"
Qin Ying leaped into the air, claws fiercely reaching towards Chen Xiaohu.
Chen Xiaohu, seeing this, furrowed his brows and in the next moment jumped up, swinging his knife towards Qin Ying.
The two exchanged a dozen blows in mid-air, Chen Xiaohu gradually being overpowered. Qin Ying, seizing the opportunity, made a claw strike directly at the coffin.
Just then, a terrifying flame struck at him.
Qin Ying, greatly shocked, quickly retreated and then saw a palm strike heading straight for his back.
Indeed, it was Elder Liu’s intervention.
Qin Ying landed, his face ashen, saying, "Elder Liu, what does Fishing Guild’s matter have to do with you Guild Cao, why do you interfere?"
Elder Liu coldly replied, "Hmph, such a matter within Fishing Guild, but don’t I have to intervene today?"
"On what grounds do you intervene?"
Qin Ying roared, looking quite imposing.
Elder Liu said, "On the grounds that these people saved my son’s life. They are benefactors to our Guild Cao, and if you treat my benefactors , I won’t stand for it. My Guild Cao will intervene. What, do you disagree? Come and try me!"
Elder Liu glared at Qin Ying, his eyes piercing like lightning.
Qin Ying was inwardly horrified; he was aware of his own status and how it paled in comparison to Elder Liu’s. How could he ever measure up!
Thinking this, they heard Nan Batian from the side, saying, "Elder Liu, since when did you become such a busybody?"
Hearing this, Elder Liu replied, "Hehe... am I being a busybody? Or is it that you, Nan Batian, are too heartless, not even willing to let your brothers rest in peace? What a great Gang Leader. If you really don’t need your guild members anymore, you can give them to me. My Guild Cao definitely won’t do such despicable acts as prying open coffins."
Hearing this, Nan Batian flew into a rage and yelled, "Elder Liu, shut your mouth."