Chapter 146 Execution Request
Chapter 146 Execution Request
Jiang Hao untied the cloth strip on his right hand, threw the machete on the ground, grabbed the T-shirt with both hands, lowered his head to take off the clothes, and threw it hard on the ground, revealing the tattoo of "Quicksand River Monster" Sha Wujing on his back.
"Who's tomorrow?"
He raised his right arm and his roar echoed through Temple Street.
The people at the scene were all surprised to see that Sha Wujing had red hair as red as fire, a yellow cloak on his body, two white vines tied around his waist, and nine skulls around his neck.
This is because when people in the underworld get tattoos, they tattoo dragons and tigers, not gods and Buddhas, and they are afraid that they cannot control ordinary people who do this.
The gods and demons are printed on his back and the Buddha is carried on his shoulders.
How many lives?
Although the Sha Wujing tattooed by Jiang Hao is in the form of a demon and not a god, he is already a well-known god in the Chinese pantheon. It is really arrogant of him to have Sha Wujing tattooed on his back.
Yin Zhaotang was biting a cigar, and when he saw Jiang Hao showing his tattoo, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
This tattoo of the Quicksand River Monster was tattooed by Jiang Hao when he fled to Haojiang after killing La Jiang.
It is said that before getting the tattoo, people would place images of the Monkey King, the Second Brother, the White Horse, Tang Monk, and the Third Brother on display, burn incense, offer chickens, and throw the Holy Grail to obtain permission from the gods.
According to rumors, the nine skulls on Sha Wujing's neck are the nine heads of Tang Monk in his previous lives.
As a sign of respect, the eyes of the nine heads cannot be painted.
There was a tattoo of a skull on Jiang Hao’s back, and two balls of spiritual fire were floating in his empty eyes.
He wanted to kill a big shot and put the eye of a skull!
Yin Zhaotang blew out white mist and said, "Retreat, Ah Hao."
The thug led by He Qunle was stabbed three times, one of which was in the back, leaving a deep wound, and the remaining two were in the arms, so there were no truly fatal injuries.
Of the ten brothers, five were seriously injured, two were killed in battle, and three escaped.
The brothers of Zhongyitang cut the tendons of all the bandits' hands and feet, but did not kill them all.
First, they wanted to show their benevolence to the other gang leaders, and second, they wanted to leave more disabled people for He Qunle to take care of, and see how much money He Qunle would give them every month.
"boom!"
Huoshui, the owner of Hequnle, threw a teacup. The teacup flew past Jiuwenlong's ear and smashed into pieces on the wall behind him.
He was wearing a brown gown, standing with his hands behind his back, cursing angrily, "Pick that star, A-Long, the society has lost all its face today."
"Don't blame me for being cruel if you don't give the society an explanation. All the stab wounds to the brothers who went into battle tonight should be paid back by you!"
A broken porcelain piece flew back on the wall, scratching a bloody line on Jiu Wenlong's right face. But Jiu Wenlong remained calm and said calmly, "Old Ding, today is just the first round."
"The first game turned out like this, A'long, how can you still have the nerve to pass five levels and kill six generals?" Gouroming, the leader of the Hequnle Jiandong Hall, sat on a chair, crossed his legs, and asked calmly.
The Zhashi people from the four branches of the Qunle were all in a chess and card room on the third floor, watching the entire bloody fight.
Lao Ding Huoshui even went upstairs to play mahjong with a bunch of leaders from Hutchison.
They thought that if Jiuwenlong came out to wave the flag, it would bring honor to Qunle.
Unexpectedly, Qunle was defeated so quickly and miserably, and there were even deserters. Huoxing, the leader of Shenghe, even covered his mouth, but couldn't hold back his laughter.
The dozen or so Zhazhi people present were generally dissatisfied with Jiuwenlong.
Because they really wanted to divide up the territory left by the cannon, why should they give it to an old antique? Huoshui invited Jiuwenlong to come out of the mountain, also to balance, and did not want any sect to dominate.
Jiu Wenlong said: "My brothers are the first to lead the charge and are brave enough to fight, but the brothers selected from other halls may not be willing to risk their lives."
Gou Rouming's face changed slightly, and he said, "Along, what do you mean?"
"Yes!" "Just say it."
The leader of the Mong Kok Hall, Afeng, and the leader of the Tsuen Wan Hall, Datian, both sensed that something was wrong with the conversation and asked in a dissatisfied tone.
Jiu Wenlong sneered, "Passing five levels and beheading six generals, to be able to show the strength of a character, not only does one have to be rich, but also loyal! No matter how big the society is, if they are not united, they will engage in internal strife."
"Can a bunch of small fish and shrimps be able to defeat the small characters?"
Gou Rouming cursed: "Along, fuck you, bullshit!"
Jiu Wenlong bowed and said, "Lao Ding, if you say you fully support me, does that mean I can choose the people I want, spend the money I want, and do the things I want?"
Huoshui pondered for a while, vaguely feeling that he was being held back by Jiuwenlong, but the challenge of passing five levels and killing six generals had already been issued. If he surrendered without a fight, losing face would be the least of his worries.
My brothers are not convinced and are likely to defect, causing the boss to fall.
If you want to defeat Zhongyitang, you have to follow Jiuwenlong's method.
"Yes!"
Jiu Wenlong waited for Huo Shui to nod, then he opened a switchblade and came behind the three younger brothers who were kneeling in the hall.
"Brother Ming."
"Save me, Brother Ming."
The henchman kneeling on the ground was terrified, with tears and snot streaming down his face, struggling to beg for mercy.
Jiu Wenlong put one hand on his shoulder and comforted him in a gentle voice: "It will be quick."
Swish.
He cut a blood vessel in his brother's throat with a knife.
The young man lowered his head, a look of despair on his face, and blood flowed to the ground.
After a long time, the younger brother lost his strength and fell to the ground sideways.
"Ugh."
Gou Rouming closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.
Although this henchman is not his most trusted aide, he has been with him for many years and can be considered a backbone of the gang.
Jiu Wenlong killed three of his men in a row and wiped the switchblade with a tissue, as if he was just doing something insignificant. He said coldly, "You took the company's resettlement fee, but you didn't think about giving back to the boss, and instead became a deserter."
"You should have been cut into pieces and fed to the dogs, but for your boss's sake, I'll give you a ride. In the past few years when I was away, you didn't know how to manage the company, no wonder the business was getting worse and worse. Now that I'm back, you have to listen to me in everything. The brothers who are going to fight tomorrow can no longer fight, I'll let you, the hall masters, go on the field yourself!"
Zhu Rouming, A Feng, and Da Tian all looked bewildered. They had not expected Jiu Wen Long to be so cruel. Even Huo Shui felt a little regretful.
But Huoshui immediately thought: "The more ruthless you are now, the more people you will offend. I will let you be so powerful for a while!"
The next morning, Ah Xin, Fei Ying, Chui Ji, Zhao Yao, Ah King and other powerful gang members came to the travel agency to challenge for a fight.
Yin Zhaotang brought Jiang Hao, A Le, Zuo Shou and others to the company, and saw more than fifty thugs kneeling on one knee in unison, bowing their heads, clasping their fists, and shouting.
"Zhongyitang Axin (Flying Eagle, Blowing Chicken) is willing to fight for the company, I beg the leader (big boss) to give his approval!"
Yesterday, Brother Hao became famous in one battle, and his reputation spread all over the world, which completely ignited the morale of his brothers. The four-nine guys who have some skills are now eager to fight in the bloody battles, not to mention that they can become as famous as Brother Hao, but to have a good record is good.
Yin Zhaotang even saw people from the other three halls in the crowd, and said with a smile: "It is a good thing to fight bravely and be happy to hear about the battle, but the number of people in each level is limited. Ah Hao, you choose the people!"
Today, Jiang Hao wore a black outer and white inner training suit, with his sleeves folded up. He looked very heroic and agreed with a fist clasped: "Yes, Brother Tang!"
(End of this chapter)