Chapter 332 Burying the Dragon Head Stick

Yezi was suddenly stunned, as if his soul was being tortured, and he stood there in a daze for several seconds.

Then, he looked crazy and muttered to himself like an idiot: "Who am I, who am I?"

In the end, he roared out almost at the top of his lungs.

"I am the boss of Yiqun, the boss of Yiqun!"

At this moment, he didn't care much about Yi Qun's reputation.

But he knew that if he didn't hold on tightly to his position as Yiqun's leader, he would have no chance of survival.

Because, with Shenxiantang's ruthlessness, he can do anything.

Because, with Shenxiantang's hypocrisy, he cannot interfere in Yiqun's family affairs.

This is because the seat is higher than the second marshal, and even the three mountain marshals cannot rebel!

But you can come out and see who has the bigger fist.

The moment he roared, his mind regained its rationality and he realized that Shenxiantang could tear him apart at any time.

A strong sense of insecurity made him reach back to his waist, trying to grab the last weapon.

Only when you hold a gun are you qualified to talk.

But at the moment he reached out to draw his gun, in front of the guild hall, under the gray tile eaves, next to the vermilion beams and pillars, six old loyal brothers pulled out their Black Star rifles and pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang!"

Inside the guild hall, the sound of gunfire echoed, passing through the stained glass windows and down the corridors.

Two large earthenware jars placed in the courtyard, which were used to collect wealth and store water, were rippling with waves, in circles and layers.

The birds were flying hurriedly in the woods outside the wall, and everyone in the hall kept silent.

The six gunmen all had blank expressions on their faces, but the splattered blood was all over the ground, and the dead bodies that fell down the stairs frightened everyone.

Yin Zhaotang also stopped laughing and showed some formality in his expression. He said solemnly: "You are quite courageous to draw your gun at me. Unfortunately, in the underworld, there are no dead bosses, only living leaders!"

"You are just a wild boy, a bad boy like a wild dog."

"Who was supporting this wild dog in the hall just now?"

He pointed at the dead body on the ground. The nine Zhazhi people and his uncle who had supported Yezi just now turned pale with fear and knelt on the ground begging for mercy.

"Mr. Yin, we were forced to do this!"

"That bastard Yezai kidnapped our family and forced us to support him."

"Mr. Yin, we definitely don't mean any other harm. We just didn't know that the wild boy had offended you."

There was a lot of crying in the hall. The seven people who were still standing felt lucky, but their foreheads were still covered with cold sweat and they were filled with fear.

Not all of them support Leung Ka-chung, but some of them dislike the unruly guy who breaks the rules more.

A single thought can mean the difference between life and death!

Yin Zhaotang had already decided to raise his butcher knife, so he would not put it down easily. He took a puff of his cigar, slowly exhaled the smoke, and said, "If you don't support me being the leader of Yiqun, then there is no need for you to stay in Yiqun."

"Niu Qiang, cut off their hands and feet and drive them out!"

Niu Qiang responded loudly: "Yes, boss!"

He immediately drew out his ox-horn knife, took two steps forward, and with the cooperation of his brothers in the Xing Hall, he cut off the hands and feet of all nine people.

In the guild hall, screams and wails were heard.

The nine stabbing masters were all lying in a pool of blood, their limbs were peeled open to reveal their white flesh, and their long tendons were broken. The scene was so cruel that it was unbearable to watch.

It is very common to cut off people's hands and feet in the underworld, but the nine Zhazhi people are more than half of Yiqun's number. What was cut off were not only the hands and feet, but also the Yiqun's signboard.

The rest of the staff either closed their eyes or looked away. Even Liang Jiacong was speechless.

Some people had imagined the possibility of Yiqun merging into Laozhong, but no one thought it would be this scenario.

In the silence, Liang Jiacong lowered his head, walked forward a few steps, and took out a sandalwood box covered with incense ash from under the Guanyin statue enshrined in the middle of the front hall.

He opened the wooden box, handed it to Yin Zhaotang in front of everyone, and said in a tired tone: "Mr. Yin, Yiqun is in your hands."

A dragon head stick wrapped in a red envelope was lying quietly in the wooden box.

According to the rules, every Hongmen leader in Hong Kong will create a dragon head stick when they set up their own sect and build a hall, symbolizing the leader's inheritance and power.

The oldest dragon head stick in history is the "Yongyi Stick" in Hetu's hand

In 1909, Hei Gu Ren, the fifth brother of the Red Flag of the Volunteer Hall of the Tianbao faction of the Hongmen in Guangdong Province, brought this stick to Hong Kong Island to establish the rules of the Hongmen and pass on the Hongmen incense.

It is suggested that the word "和" be added in front of the Chinese letters of each gang name, to represent: harmony is the most important thing and we must unite for survival.

This stick has a longer history than the Hetu by 200 years. It can be traced back to the early Qing Dynasty. It is said to have a history of more than 300 years. It is the most important and significant dragon head stick in the entire martial arts world.

The remaining sticks have a history of 1909 to years. The "He" gang can be traced back to , and the "Hao" gang can be traced back to after World War II. The San Kee gang inherited the sticks of the Ngee On Tong, and the sticks of the Chaoshan gangs such as the Yiqun and Lao Zhong gangs have a history of more than years at most, and can be considered the second echelon at most in Hong Kong Island.

This kind of stick has more symbolic meaning than practical significance. Holding it in your hand is just an addition to your power. If you are interested, there is nothing wrong with having a few more for fun.

When everyone looked at him, the person who seemed the calmest was actually Yin Zhaotang himself.

Yin Zhao picked up the dragon head stick, gently took off the red cloth on the outside, looked at the lifelike dragon head, and saw the words "Yi Zai Qunying" written on the stick.

Everyone present, whether old or loyal, was secretly observing Shenxiantang's expression.

They did not see the slightest desire on Yin Zhaotang's face. He played with the dragon head stick as if he was admiring a hand-held ornament. His eyes were clear and the smile on the corner of his mouth was slightly disdainful.

That disdain deeply hurt some people's hearts, but the unconcealed attitude forced them to hold it in secretly.

"It's a good stick, but unfortunately, it's useless." Yin Zhaotang sighed, gently raised the dragon head stick, and asked jokingly: "I am now the dragon head of Yiqun, is there anyone who disagrees?"

Uncle Wen, Uncle Tam, Uncle Fan, Chuanzi and others all shouted, "The leader is on top, No. 49 Liu Chuan, No. 426 Guo Zhicai (boasting), Leung Ka Chung, Tam Yun, and Wen Weijie are waiting for orders!"

Yin Zhaotang looked at the Yiqun brothers who were gathered in twos and threes, bowing their heads and slowly shaking his head, his face showing a dull look, and he bent down and came to Ye Yezi's body.

Make a move that shocks everyone.

He stuffed the dragon head stick into Yezi's hand, looked indifferent, and said calmly: "If you like to be the dragon head, then take the dragon head stick and go down to be the dragon head."

"Bury him somewhere out in the wilderness."

Lao Zhong's brothers in the punishment hall obeyed the order, carried out the wild boy's body, and buried it together with the dragon head stick.

Liang Jiahui and other members of the Yi group followed the dragon head stick with their eyes, and only after the corpse was carried out of the guild hall did they reluctantly look away.

What was buried with the dragon head stick was not the body of a wild boy, but the sign of a righteous group; it was not a piece of wood, but a piece of history of the underworld.

Liang Jiacong vaguely remembered that when he took the dragon head stick from Uncle Wen and hid it in the Guanyin statue, Uncle Wen said: "Guanyin is the official seal, the dragon head stick is protected by Guanyin, you will definitely get promoted and make a fortune, and lead the Yiqun to become stronger!"

But now Yiqun doesn’t even have its signboard anymore.

Yin Zhaotang walked in the hall and said in front of everyone: "I manage the loyal and righteous group with one principle: those who have made contributions must be rewarded, and those who have made mistakes must be punished."

"Someone told me I was not qualified to manage Yiqun, so I took off its badge to see if I was qualified enough!"

"But I will not accept the Zhongyi group into Laozhong right away, because there is another Zhongyi Xin waiting. If we want to unify them, we have to unify them all at once. It will be too troublesome to unify them one by one."

"During this period of time, you should be more obedient. The old ones should go home to take care of the children, and the young ones should eat up their territory. Is that enough for you to earn?"

Yin Zhaotang did not appear directly in order to expose all the opposition within the Yi group. On the one hand, it was to carry out a purge before taking over, and on the other hand, it was to squeeze out a piece of cake to feed the Zhazhi people who were close to him.

After all, people come to you in exchange for benefits, and when there is no way to get new benefits, you can only borrow the benefits from those who are the first to come forward.

Coming out too early may seem like a clean and neat solution, but it actually leaves a legacy that will be more difficult to resolve in the future.

He also never thought about establishing an empire or opening up new markets for the two small companies.

Because it's not worth it!

If they are willing to join us for a share of the profits, we will give them a share. If they dare to make small moves behind the scenes, we will just carry out a bloody purge and remove their names from the list to recruit them.

When force is sufficient to settle the incident, directly using force is the most reasonable method. Kill some and leave some alive, until they are afraid!
How many tough guys are there in the martial arts world? After killing him once, everyone present was scared and they all bowed their heads and obeyed him, becoming obedient and honest.

Yin Zhaotang played this trick to lure the enemy into a trap. Chuanzi was a key chess move. He was generous with his reward and said directly: "Three days later, I will host a ceremony to establish my position as the leader of the Yi Group. Chuanzi, remember to dress appropriately, as many bigwigs will be present."

Chuanzi immediately looked ecstatic and said excitedly: "Yes, Longtou, I will definitely prepare well!"

He was a hidden chess piece that had been close to Shanguang early on. It was because of his tip-off that Shanguang learned that Yezi had secretly purchased a large batch of goods.

It was revealed that Ye Zai was the doctor's partner, but Shan Guang also died because of this. Ye Zai's quick attack afterwards was undoubtedly an attempt to seize power and position when Liang Jiacong lost his arm.

Liang Jiacong is a man of great experience after all. He handed the chess piece of Chuanzai to Shenxiantang, which changed the situation in an instant.

The same seed can exert different power in the hands of different people.

Everyone present looked at Chuanzai, knowing that after Yiqun was delisted, Chuanzai would be the leader of the "old Yiqun".

When the Zhongyi group is officially merged, it can only be regarded as a branch of Laozhong at best. There will definitely not be many full-time employees left, and the rest will just be retired in name only.

Faced with a new competitive environment, the brothers who merged into Lao Zhong together will definitely stick together for warmth and quickly move closer to Chuanzi.

Yin Zhaotang made a casual move and further increased his control over Yi Qun.

Chaoyi Restaurant.

Fat Cat was wearing a green shirt, sitting on a chair, cracking melon seeds. When he saw Yin Zhaotang and Liang Jiacong climb up to the attic, he held the handle of the pottery pot and said cheerfully, "We've just made some tangerine peel Pu'er. Hurry up and sit down and have a drink."

Liang Jiacong frowned and said worriedly: "Brother Mao, you still live a comfortable life!"

Fat Cat poured two cups of tea and said, "You are not young anymore. You can leave the affairs of the underworld to the younger generation."

Uncle Gensheng brought over a stack of egg tarts and said with a smile, "They do better than us. We are all outdated."

Fat Cat nodded slightly: "Atang, you acted a little impulsively today. How could you bury the dragon head stick? It is a cultural relic after all. Do you know how to donate it to the museum?"

(End of this chapter)

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