Dawang thought for a while, “It’s not…I don’t think that way anymore,” Although they were powerful, they weren’t exactly saints either, so there wasn’t really a reason to look up to them and try to be them.

The main reason was that his father came back and his mother stared at him all day for fear that he would skip class in order to carry out other activities. Plus, since he went to school every day, there wasn’t time to think about them either.

“Then do you think they are good or evil?” Han Qingsong looked at him.

Dawang seemed a little bit embarrassed, “They…haven’t harmed anyone now.”

“What about the past? What about the future? Do they intend to harm anyone?” Han Qingsong’s voice was cold and steady, which actually gave Dawang a sense of peace of mind.

Dawang, “They said that it depends on the situation. If the current policy is not good, they would wait it out…because by then, it will be their world.”

“Do they know your identity?”

“Yes.”

“Do they know of your current situation?”

“Yes.”

“Did they ask you to do anything special?”

“None…of that, either.”

“Where is that special person from?”

Dawang shook his head, “He is very mysterious. Everyone calls him San Batou, but no one knows where he lives.”

Han Qingsong made a judgement that San Batou was the group’s leader and the Grandmaster was the most authoritative one as the head of the gang. They were very mysterious while the other men were mobs that gathered together at their lowest points. Those men were probably not much of a threat and held less destructive power.

On the other hand, Grandmaster and San Batou were probably all kinds of gangsters who were active in the civil society before. They might have somehow slipped through the net during the liquidation of the founding of the country.

At that time, many organisations were active among the people such as Hong Gang, Qing Gang, Guohuo, Ah Bao, Bandits, etc.

(T/N: All of them are just gang names)

There was a very famous guy known as Zhangda Waibo in the local area, who earned a living by kidnapping, robbery and commanded several groups of people under him. Later, when he was in the middle of robbing and attacking local tyrants and evil gentry, he was shot dead. Some of his subordinates were shot, some were sentenced to reform whereas the lower ranks were directly dismissed and returned to their hometowns to work in agriculture.

If that group of people rekindled their flame of destruction and hid among the people, continuing to recruit others, Han Qingsong would naturally not be soft on them. Even if they were mysteriously hidden, with the currently highly centralised household registration control method, there was really no one who could not be found.

“Okay, don’t tell your mother about this and don’t tell anyone else.”

Dawang agreed.

“If they contact you, report it. From now on, don’t approach them.”

Dawang nodded, “Okay.”

Naturally, Han Qingsong wouldn’t tell him too much. He let him go home after listening to his son, asking him to study hard and refrain from skipping classes.

After this beating, Dawang truly changed a lot. Although there didn’t seem to be a difference on the surface as he still went to school every day, the temperament between his brows was slowly changing.

The originally unruly and unhappy frown of his slowly became stable.