A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

"Announce it!"

Wang Zuluo bent down, put his hands on Mr. Long's shoulders, smiled and glanced around the room at the uncles and uncles of Lian Ying.

"Brother Long, what do you want to announce?"

Uncle Hao, who was sitting in front of Mr. Long, felt that the atmosphere was abnormal and asked anxiously.

"I... am going to give up the seat of Lianying to Ajun... I ask everyone to support Ajun in the future..."

Mr. Long felt the hands next to his neck, closed his eyes and spoke the lines he had planned.

As for the account books, they had already been obtained by Pu Jun's young man, A Ming, who was in charge of the club's accounts.

A Ming is also a weakling. He only had three fingers broken and he explained everything. He is simply a person who has disgraced Lianying!

"Let Pu Jun be your seat?!!"

"Who agreed?"

"The decision to sit in the restaurant was not decided by just one word from your surname: Long!"

There was a mess of voices in the conference room, and a few old guys who couldn't see the formality immediately slapped the table and stood up.

"Pu Jun, you've worn red shoes yourself, and now it's a sign of mercy to accept you back as the hall leader. What qualifications do you have to come out and sit in the hall?"

Damn it, is the guy named Long crazy?

Last time they beat Uncle Xing to death in Yuen Long with a tea cup, they felt that something was wrong. Now this time they want to push Pu Jun, a young man, to be the seat of the family?

Didn’t we all agree before? I just asked Pu Jun to come back and name him as the hall master and send him to fight Hong Tai.

Now that Pu Jun is to sit in office, will their plan to divide the assets of Lian Ying for immigration be ruined?

"I agree, do you have any opinions?"

Wang Zuluo directly took out his gun and pulled the trigger against the roof. The entire conference room immediately fell silent.

Hearing the gunfire, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and all the gangsters Wang Zuluo had brought and who were hiding in other rooms rushed in.

"Are you the one?"

Uncle Hao, who had a bandage on his head, immediately stood up and glared at Wang Zuluo.

How could he not know Wang Zuluo? The last time he followed Mr. Long to talk numbers with Lin Weilong at the Night Bar, he was humiliated by Wang Zuluo.

But the current situation does not allow them to give in.

Just now, the man surnamed Long also said that Pu Jun should be the seat, and Lianying is the seat, which means that the prefix has not been changed. As long as the prefix is ​​correct, they, the uncles, have the right to speak.

He didn't believe that Mad Dog Luo dared to do anything to him in front of all his uncles. If he was really touched, all the uncles would have objections, and then Lianying would really be disbanded.

"Am I the one?" Wang Zuluo's smile remained unchanged. He had been waiting for one of these uncles to come forward and let him establish his authority. At this time, Uncle Hao jumped out to agree with him.

"If you want to know who I am, go down and ask the prince of Hongtai!"

After saying that, he walked out a few steps and put a gun on Uncle Hao's head.

Uncle Hao was startled, closed his eyes and waited for the gunshot. But more than ten seconds passed before Mad Dog Luo pulled the trigger, and a smile immediately appeared on his lips.

Sure enough, Mad Dog Luo didn't dare to touch him in front of all his uncles, he won the bet!

Opening his eyes, Uncle Hao would continue to scold Mad Dog Luo. Although it seems that there is no way to stop Lianying from sitting in the hotel and turning into Pu Jun, but at least he has to get his own share of the money first.

After getting the money, it didn't matter who Lianying was in charge of. He would go abroad to retire after his visa was issued, and Lianying's affairs would have nothing to do with him in the future.

"I almost forgot, I'm not from Lianying." Wang Zuluo took back his pistol. Walk back to Mr. Long, unload the magazine, and put the gun into his hand.

There is still a loaded bullet in the gun chamber, which is enough to kill this uncle.

"Of course Lianying's housework must be settled by Lianying's office."

As he spoke, Wang Zuluo put his hand next to Mr. Long's neck again, raised Mr. Long's gun-holding arm, and pointed the pistol at Uncle Hao.

"If you don't shoot, you will be the first to die."

Listening to Wang Zuluo's words whispered in his ear, he felt the hands on his neck gradually tightening.

Mr. Long took a deep breath and immediately pulled the trigger.

Bang.

Because Mr. Long is sitting and Uncle Hao is standing.

After the gunshot, a bullet hole appeared on the left side of Uncle Hao's face. The bullet penetrated the cheek bone and flew out diagonally from the back of the head. The splattered blood stained Uncle Lian Ying's body.

Then Uncle Hao's corpse with wide eyes and an incredible expression lay heavily on the ground.

At the door of the teahouse, Wei Jixiang heard gunshots upstairs and ordered his younger brother to light the firecrackers he had prepared.

The sound of firecrackers crackled, and pedestrians on the street who were still a little confused when they heard the gunshots immediately relaxed and continued shopping.

"What I am saying here today, who agrees and who opposes it?"

Wang Zuluo took back the pistol from Mr. Long, inserted the magazine again, and pulled the slide. His eyes swept over the remaining uncles in the room.

All the uncles he looked at immediately lowered their heads, not daring to look at him.

"Now that the announcement is over, please give way. Jun is waiting to sit down."

Patting Mr. Long on the shoulder, Wang Zuluo pulled out Uncle Hao's chair and let him sit in it.

After Pu Jun waited for Mr. Long to get out of the way, he put his hands on the chair that represented the sitting hall, looked at all the uncles in Lianying and said:

"I, Pu Jun, have worked hard for the club for more than ten years, and so have the members of the club. We all just want to rely on the big tree of Lianying to enjoy the shade."

"Now that you are going to drop the prefix Lianying, have you asked the brothers below?"

Pu Jun almost shouted the last sentence. He was suppressed by his uncles in the club before, but after the Western boy came to the fore, this group of people blatantly planned to push the Western boy to replace him.

He had long wanted to yell at these old guys like this, and today was just the time to let it out all at once.

"Now hand over the roster in your hands, and then call your subordinates. Tell them that you are no longer in charge, and everyone will only listen to one person in the future."

After saying that, Pu Jun did not sit down, but just stood behind the chair and waited for his uncles to make their choice.

The group of uncles looked at each other, but after waiting for several minutes, no one called first.

Handing over the roster means that the gangsters under their control will no longer be under their control, and they will not have a share in the profits of each venue. What's the difference between this and taking their lives?

"I'll give you one last minute. If you still don't call someone to deliver the roster, then you can go down and accompany that old guy."

Wang Zuluo tapped the watch on his wrist with his pistol. After saying this, he stared at the second hand on the watch without even looking at his uncles.

"Hand it over, at least you can keep your current savings."

Mr. Long couldn't help but persuade him, but was glared at by all his uncles.

It was you who jumped on the street and attracted Mad Dog Luo. If you say something sarcastic now, I will kill you, the Yan family shovel, when I get out!

Although they hated the man named Long and Mad Dog Luo, they were not slow in their actions. They immediately took out their phones and called their closest subordinates, asking them to hurry up and bring the roster.