“I have no problem either.”
As soon as Big D finished speaking, Ah Lo immediately followed up.
“The Fire Leopard Gang has taken over four streets. Now in Mong Kok, our United Victory is the strongest force. We should let him take the position.”
“No problem for me.”
“No problem.”
“Same here.”
“+1.....”
Both Big D and Ah Lo took the lead, and the rest had even fewer objections.
Although they only heard that Pretty Boy Dong had hung Hong Tai’s Old Ghost Lu, taking over his four streets within two hours that night, they didn't know the details. But Pretty Boy Dong was so tough, and now he's going to be the boss. It doesn't affect them much, so giving him some face is no big deal.
The underworld isn't just about fighting and killing. You need to know how to play the game too.
However, among those present, only the brother in all black behind Fish-Seller Biao looked at the flamboyant Fire Leopard with a strange expression, his fist clenched tightly inside his pocket, his face full of dissatisfaction.
But no one noticed him at this moment. Everyone’s focus was on the flamboyant Fire Leopard.
However, someone did notice him. That person was Chen Dong. Although his system was a bit messed up, it disappeared after giving him a six-yuan top-up, but due to his enhanced attributes, his perception was sharper than others. He had noticed the brother behind Fish-Seller Biao the moment they walked in. But he didn't mind.
That brother's star-like face. Who else could it be but our mindless Air-Plane, the one who doesn't think?
It's only natural for Air-Plane to be unhappy. He’s been following Fish-Seller Biao since he was young, joining the gang before both him and Ah Bao. He and Ah Bao joined the gang at sixteen, following their first boss, Yong Ge, whose rank in the gang was roughly the same as Officer Chen, both just starting out. But Yong Ge wasn't as lucky as Officer Chen. He had a Dragon Root Uncle from the gang above him. Yong Ge’s boss had already passed away, so there was no support from above. That's why he and Ah Bao were able to easily transfer to join Uncle Tong after Yong Ge died.
There was no support from above, so unless they inherited Yong Ge's position, they could only transfer to another boss. Back then, they were just small Four Nines. They weren't even qualified to inherit Yong Ge's position.
But Air-Plane was different. He followed Fish-Seller Biao since he was twelve. Fish-Seller Biao had a big boss above him, the formidable Chain Biao, whose voice in the gang was only second to Uncle Deng. You could say he came from a prestigious background. Yet, he's been around for so long and is still only a Four Nine.
It's not even a few years since he and Ah Bao joined Uncle Tong. Now, one is the 揸fir person, and the other is about to get promoted. How could Air-Plane, who doesn’t think much, not be envious?
From Air-Plane’s perspective, he could fight too. But he always watched others get promoted. He always watched others rise in the ranks...
Actually, it wasn't Air-Plane's fault. His boss, Fish-Seller Biao, wasn't a fighting expert. His main business was smuggling and distributing goods. He had Chain Biao above him. So, who would be stupid enough to risk their lives when they could make money instead?
Fish-Seller Biao was also loyal to Air-Plane, genuinely seeing him as a successor. He never let Air-Plane fight, instead putting him in charge of business matters. But with Air-Plane's mind, he couldn't understand his boss's intentions. He was always thinking about fighting and climbing the ranks... Perhaps in his heart, climbing the ladder was more important than making money.
He's a pure-blooded gangster.
“Since no one has any objections, let's go to the Hall of Incense....”
Seeing everyone's agreement, Blow-Chicken led everyone towards the Hall of Incense.
Next came a series of complicated promotion ceremonies.
Ah Bao took off his clothes, held a stick in both hands, and under the watchful eyes of a group of powerful figures, uncles, and subordinates, he recited the Thirty-Six Oaths of the Hung Men, killed a chicken, chopped off its head, and dripped blood, and went through a whole bunch of other procedures. It was basically the same as the initiation ceremony, except that his name was removed from the disciple book and added to the Red Stick list.
“Ah Bao, you need to work hard for the gang in the future.”
“Yes, work hard with Ah Dong in the future. Young man, you have a promising future.......”
“All uncles, all bosses, please rest assured. I will definitely work hard for the gang in the future......”
After the ceremony, a bunch of uncles and bosses came over to chat with the newly promoted Red Stick. Ah Bao was full of energy. Every time an uncle or boss came over, he slapped his chest hard, making a resounding thump. Chen Dong winced. He wanted to tell him to lighten up, otherwise he’d be spitting blood when he woke up tomorrow.
But thinking that this was Ah Bao's dream, he let him be. It’s not a big deal. Just make him eat some pig’s blood porridge tonight to replenish his blood......
“The second matter is settled. Let's move on to the third matter. Enter the Inner Chamber.”
After the group finished chatting with Ah Bao, it wasn’t Blow-Chicken who spoke this time, but Uncle Deng.
The group’s bodies trembled involuntarily. Big D and Ah Lo, who were still laughing and chatting with Ah Bao just now, became tense.
They all knew, the real show was about to begin.
Pretty Boy Dong’s top man Ah Bao getting promoted was just a warm-up.....
“Ah Dong, you represent Ah Tong, you go to the Inner Chamber too.”
Uncle Deng gave Chen Dong a look before heading towards the Inner Chamber.
No one else reacted when they heard Uncle Deng’s words.
Those who could enter the Inner Chamber were usually uncles, and those who could vote for the new boss were also these uncles. The heads of each hall and their subordinates would have to wait outside. Although Uncle Tong was currently locked up, he was still alive and well. He lived a good life, so he had a vote. Now that Uncle Tong was absent, this vote naturally fell on Chen Dong.
“Yes, Uncle Deng.”
Chen Dong winked at Big D and Ah Lo, then followed Uncle Deng towards the Inner Chamber.
However, as he passed by Fish-Seller Biao, Air-Plane, standing behind him, looked at Chen Dong’s back, then looked at Ah Bao, who was chatting with Big D, his fists clenched tightly.
“What? You’re not happy? He earned it.”
Fish-Seller Biao noticed his subordinate's reaction.
“Give me a chance, and I can do it too!”
Air-Plane said, his expression dead serious.
“Sigh........”
Fish-Seller Biao patted his back, his face full of helplessness. This subordinate of his was good in everything except his brain. It was giving him a headache. He was always thinking about fighting and climbing the ranks. But how many people who climbed the ranks by fighting and killing lived to see another day?
Besides, was that what he meant? He meant, look at Pretty Boy Dong. He got to where he is today because he could fight, but also because he knew how to play the game. Look at him, he knows to help Uncle Deng. But you? When I got slashed, you didn’t even offer a hand to help. You’re always just thinking about slashing people.
But this subordinate of his actually understood it as if he hadn’t given him a chance?
Give you a chance? I’m afraid you'd be killed by someone after you got promoted. You idiot.....