Chapter 66: Layin’ Down Da Law

Chapter 66: Layin’ Down Da Law

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"I healed you. At least give me some time to speak in return." As the woman hears this she looks around the room, seeing for the first time in days.

Her eyes were one of the first things to be destroyed in the torture. As her gaze swept across the room, she saw the man that spent days bringing nothing but suffering to her every waking moment.

Though she noticed something odd. The man that made her feel fear and agony was looking behind her with a cautious and almost frightful gaze, cradling what seemed to be a broken wrist.

Turning around, she saw a man in all black from head to toe, sitting at the head of the table with his legs crossed.

"Hello, please have a seat." Peter says as he motions toward the open seats.

"W-What?" She mutters in confusion, her hazy mind unsure of what to do.

"If you'd rather leave now, we can schedule a meeting at another time?" Peter asks, shocking her even more.

"I-I..." The elderly woman stutters, but before she could finish speaking, Malik and the rest interrupted.

"Sir, I wouldn't advise that." Tessa was the first to speak.

"Yes, the Chaste is our enemy!" Malik says, glaring at the woman dangerously. "They should be purged from the earth, not shown mercy like this!"

...

The others voiced their disagreement as well, but Peter didn't allow their words to influence his decision.

"The Chaste is no longer an enemy of the Hand." Peter says with a shake of his head, shocking everyone in the room.

"..." The elderly woman began to wonder if this was some type of trap that she is being manipulated into.

"The Hand is under new management, you could say." Peter says as he takes a piece of paper and writes down the number to his ghost phone. "Here take this."

Handing over the paper to the woman, Peter waits patiently as she stares at him with a puzzled look.

"Sigh..." leaning forward, Peter grasped her hand, placing the paper inside. "Have whoever is in charge of the Chaste call me. You're free to leave."

"..." The elderly woman had no words as she grasped the paper tightly.

"Scythe, escort her out of the building please." Peter orders.

"Yes, Black Sky!" Scythe bows and opens to door, motioning for the woman to follow along.

'Black Sky?' She thought as she leaves the room, robotically following behind Scythe, trying to figure out what the Hand was planning.

"Are we holding any other Chaste members in the building?" Peter asks, not getting a response from anyone. "Well?"

"Take small sips." Peter advised before Nobu could down the whole glass. "Your stomach isn't used to having anything inside. If you drink too much, you'll throw up."

Listening to Peter's words, Nobu takes small sip after small sip, quenching his un-ending thirst little by little.

Once he had a moment to drink, Nobu sat in a chair and was brought some food from the cafeteria, which he had to eat slowly as well.

"Now that you're all here, let's get right into business." Peter says, drawing the attention back to himself. "I'm in charge from now on, obviously."

As he said this, none of them could find a reason to deny it. They were skeptical at first but after seeing his powers and then the kneeling figures of their leaders, it was hard to find a reason not to comply.

Especially since doing so could mean their swift and imminent death.

"Let's start with recruitment," Peter says, causing everyone to look at Alessa.

"Ahem, Bakuto is... was in charge of recruitment. What would you like to know?" Alessa asks.

"Nothing for now. I want a report written up on every recruitment center we have and how that recruitment happens. All recruitment will be halted until further notice as well. Can you do that?" Peter replies.

Peter knew that the Hands recruitment wasn't how he wanted it to be, and once he has a full overview of everything, Peter could change it to how he sees fit. If it's as bad as he thinks it is, Peter may close down recruitment for good and implement something else to bolster the ranks when needed.

"Yes, sir." She answers instantly, not wanting to anger him.

"This goes without saying, but all offensives on the Chaste and any other group are to stop immediately." Peter moves on to the next subject. "I'll be meeting with the Chaste and propose a ceasefire soon enough. If they attack us, you may defend yourselves but that's it."

Everyone in the room was unhappy with this, especially Marik. Though, none of them would voice their opinions on the matter.

"Lastly, all illegal activity is to stop as well." Peter says, remembering that the Hand ran heroine in the Daredevil show.

Though, there has to be other illegal forms of income other than that.

"*Hic* How will I afford my booze?" Zhou Cheng says in a drunken slur. "The money will run out sooner or later. *Hic* We have a lot of expenses..."

"I'll figure something out." Peter says thoughtfully. "Until then, the Hand is as old as dirt, we should have some money laying around. Figure it out."

They couldn't help but agree. The hand had a good amount of money and valuable items stored away, so they could last at least a couple of years on just that.

"The Hand of old is dead. Remember that and spread the word. You're all in charge now and you answer to Scythe." Peter motions toward the shocked man, who straightened his back proudly.

"Thank you, sir." Scythe says respectfully.

Peter trusted Scythe more than the rest in the room. The man new how strong he was from his fight against the Beast, so he would think way more than twice before crossing Peter.

"You're welcome. Follow Scythes orders, but most of all, follow my orders and you'll keep your new positions. If you run into any problems, call Scythe and he'll contact me." Peter says as he writes down his ghost phone number and hands it to Scythe.

Standing from his seat, Peter opens a portal to a random rooftop in New York City and steps through.

"Don't disappoint me..." Peter says as the portal closes behind him.

A/N: 1817 words

[DONT FORGET MY STONES! I used to be king of these lands. *Stares off into the distance* I'd rule with an iron fist and fierce cruelty! Now... I'm not so sure if that was what the people needed or even wanted. I always thought those lesser than me needed a firm hand, but maybe a guiding hand would have been the better choice...]