He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

Chapter 26 We Got It

After he finished speaking, the room fell silent for a moment.

The accountant was about to say something when he suddenly heard a voice coming from outside the door.

"interesting!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened, and a middle-aged man appeared before everyone's eyes.

It's Mr. Qian!

Upon seeing this, the accountant and the two burly men immediately bowed and respectfully greeted, "Master Qian!"

Qin Chuan's heart skipped a beat, but he remained outwardly calm.

He quickly turned his head and gave Xiao Wu and the others a wink. Only then did they react and sparsely called out, "Master Qian." Their voices were not loud, and some were even trembling, but at least they managed to say it.

Qian Ye's gaze didn't linger on anyone else; it swept straight over the group and landed steadily on Qin Chuan. He slowly and methodically examined Qin Chuan, as if he were scrutinizing an object whose use he hadn't yet figured out.

The accountant stepped aside with his hands down, and two burly men in black stood by the door, one on the left and one on the right, like two door gods.

Wang the Cripple and Xiao Wu huddled in the corner, while Gouwa and Tiedan lowered their heads, wishing they could bury themselves in their crotches.

Qin Chuan stood still, hands at his sides, head bowed, his posture respectful.

Uncle Qian didn't speak immediately. He looked at Qin Chuan for a few moments, then suddenly smiled.

"Were those words just spoken on the spur of the moment, or were they prepared beforehand?"

Qin Chuan lowered his head slightly and answered quickly, his tone respectful but not humble: "Reporting to Master Qian, I didn't prepare anything special. When the steward asked, I just told him the truth."

Mr. Qian hummed in response, without saying whether he believed it or not. He tapped his fingers lightly twice on his knee, unhurriedly.

"Zhou Hai's men?" Boss Qian asked again.

"Yes," Qin Chuan replied. "A few days ago, I was favored by Master Zhou and joined the gang, where I'm in charge of a few beggars in Powa Lane."

Master Qian nodded. Yesterday, the origins of these little beggars were thoroughly investigated. Zhou Bapi had mentioned that he had taken in a clever little beggar.

He didn't pay much attention at the time, assuming that Zhou Bapi just wanted to find someone obedient to keep control of the money given as gifts while he was recovering from his injuries, so that his job wouldn't be taken away by someone else. He couldn't be bothered with the petty thoughts of a low-level boss.

Unexpectedly, the little beggar we took in actually had some guts.

Not only did they dare to do business in the gambling den, but they also dared to say things like "add business" in front of the manager.

What's even more remarkable is that he's clear-headed, speaks logically, and knows how to connect his business with the gambling den's operations.

Such people are rarely seen among beggars.

Mr. Qian snapped out of his reverie, his gaze lingering on Qin Chuan for a moment before sweeping over the few little beggars huddled in the corner, trembling like quails, before finally settling back on Qin Chuan's face.

"Want to continue doing the errands?"

Qin Chuan's heart skipped a beat; he knew this was the main topic.

Without hesitation, he nodded: "I want to."

"Why should I?" Mr. Qian asked casually, even with a hint of a smile.

But Qin Chuan knew that if he didn't answer well, once he left this room today, he wouldn't be able to step into the gambling den again tomorrow.

Qin Chuan looked at Master Qian, took a deep breath, then raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and then clenched them into a fist, making a crisp and clean gesture.

"Perfect!"

Upon hearing this, Master Qian's fingers paused for a moment, and the manager was stunned.

A moment later,

The manager snapped out of his daze, chuckled, and said, "You're quite sensible, kid. But if you give 100% to Master Qian, then you'll have been running errands for nothing from now on."

"No," Qin Chuan retorted as soon as he finished speaking, "It's not that Master Qian takes 100%, it's that we take 100%."

As soon as this word comes out,

The cabin fell silent.

No one expected Qin Chuan to dare say such a thing, especially in front of Master Qian.

I'll take 100% for myself and not give the boss a single penny!

This is a complete disregard for Mr. Qian!

This little beggar has already found a way to die.

In an instant, anger flashed across the manager's face.

Anger surged from his eyes, burning his entire face until it turned a deep purplish-red.

He glanced at the two burly men beside him, about to order them to teach this arrogant brat a lesson.

Qin Chuan's voice rang out again.

"Master Qian, if I may be so bold as to say something," he said, ignoring the steward and looking directly at Master Qian, past the flushed face.

The latter leaned back in his chair, his fingers resting on the armrests, motionless, his face expressionless, as if watching a play that had nothing to do with him.

"Eight out of ten gamblers in the hall are poor people with no money. They might have a few dozen or a hundred coins to their name, and if they lose everything, they'd rather pawn their pants on the table. How much profit can you make in a place like this?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the steward's face. "I lead my men from morning till night, my legs are worn out, my mouth is hoarse, and I only make a little over a hundred coins a day. What I get isn't even enough for you, sir, to casually give as a reward to your men."

He raised his eyes, meeting Qian Ye's gaze directly.

"This little bit of stuff isn't worthy of being handed over to Master Qian. To put it bluntly, if Master Qian is even interested in such a paltry sum, people will think that the mighty Master Qian of the Iron Hand Gang is fighting with a few beggars for food. Where will that leave your reputation?"

The person in charge's face changed from a liver color to an eggplant color.

He tried to speak, the word "you" rolling out of his throat, but was suppressed by Qian Ye's gesture of raising his hand.

Mr. Qian leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping the armrests again, unhurriedly, his eyes half-closed, revealing neither joy nor anger.

"If I'm not going to make money off the poor, then tell me," his voice was flat, as flat as stagnant water, "whose money should I make money from?"

"Make money off the rich."

"Who has money?"

Qin Chuan's gaze passed over Qian Ye's shoulder, through the semi-transparent window paper, and glanced towards the second floor of the gambling den.

The place was brightly lit!

"The people on the second floor are rich!"

The room suddenly fell silent.

The manager opened and closed his mouth, his expression shifting from anger to astonishment, and then from astonishment to something indescribable, as if he were looking at a madman.

How dare a little beggar try to take advantage of those wealthy people on the second floor!

Mr. Qian stopped pointing, then sat up straight, looked at Qin Chuan, his eyes full of thought.

Qin Chuan didn't rush to continue. Instead, he turned to the accountant, whose expression hadn't yet recovered, and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture: "May I ask, Manager, how many gambling dens are there in Qinghe County?"

The steward was taken aback, not expecting the little beggar to suddenly throw the question at him. He glanced at Master Qian subconsciously, and seeing Master Qian nod slightly, he cleared his throat and answered in a gruff voice, "Four families. Our Changsheng, Jucai of the Black Tiger Gang in the east of the city, Fuyun of the Sun family in the south of the city, and a small, unknown family over at the north gate."

"Four." Qin Chuan repeated the number, nodded, and then asked, "Are there any differences in how these four gambling dens serve their customers?"

The manager frowned, thought for a moment, and shook his head: "What's the difference? It's all the same: roll the dice, push the dominoes, win and you get paid, lose and you're out. At most, some are more generous with their commission, some are stingier, but in the end, they're all the same."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly felt something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

Qin Chuan didn't rush to refute, but instead turned his gaze to Master Qian: "Master Qian, forgive my impertinence, but the manager is right. All four gambling dens have the same rules, the same rules, and even the same manners of the tea servers. So what difference does it make which one a gambler goes to? If they lose at one, they go to another; if they lose at another, they go to yet another. It's all gambling anyway, so where you go doesn't matter, right?"

Mr. Qian didn't speak, but his fingers stopped.