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Introduction to the work Lin Qi was reborn as a third-generation disciple of the Iron Palm Gang. His predecessor was sentenced in public because he injured a gang bully who bullied men and women. He was sentenced in public to lose his martial arts skills, cut off his right hand, and be expelled from the gang. And before he could even survive the execution, he was kicked to pieces in the liver. When Lin Qi opened his eyes, he was kneeling in front of Qiu Qianren, waiting to die. When he was desperate, he remembered a famous scene in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" - during the second sword debate at Mount Huashan, Hong Qigong scolded Qiu Qianren in public, which made the Iron Palm leader so ashamed that he almost jumped off a cliff and committed suicide. He remembered that passage verbatim. So, a third-generation disciple, in front of a room full of masters, threw Hong Qigong's exact words in Qiu Qianren's face. The whole place was dead silent. Everyone thought he was crazy. Qiu Qianren was furious, with murderous intent. But after the murderous intention subsided, the arrogant Iron Palm leader was silent for a long time, and then said something that no one expected - "Take him down to treat his injuries. After he recovers, come see me." From being a prisoner to becoming a gang leader, it only took Lynch a cup of tea. But this is not a story of counterattack based on rhetoric. The Iron Palm Gang has tens of thousands of disciples, numerous factions, and undercurrents. Han Duanyue wished he could cut him into pieces. The envoys from the Kingdom of Jin were secretly watching. No one could guess what Qiu Qianren, who had accepted him as his disciple, was thinking in his heart. What's even worse is that Guo Jing is still shooting vultures on the Mongolian grasslands, and things in the Central Plains have not yet begun. Lynch knew the direction of the next twenty years, but what he didn't know was that every choice he made was pushing history in a new direction.

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