After clearing Luo Rong's place, I will personally go to see Chai Jiu to explain that this is just a personal grudge between me and Luo Rong, and has nothing to do with the Hong Sheng Lian and Ying Lian She societies themselves.
I'll take Luo Rong to sell salted eggs; Chai Jiu might even thank me for helping the British Associated Press clean house.
Diwei sneered, "That's easy for you to say. What if you lose?"
Yang Sheng said calmly, "If I lose, of course I die. The gang can just expel me and say to the outside world that this is a personal feud between me and Luo Rong. What excuse will Luo Rong have to cause trouble for the gang then?"
As he spoke, Yang Sheng looked at Uncle Chang and said in a deep voice, "Old Ding, as long as you give me a few good-natured underlings to help me, if we win, my Hong Sheng Lian will be invincible, and from now on no one will dare to call my Hong Sheng Lian the Sunset Gang."
"If I lose, I'll take the blame with my life! I won't cause any trouble for the club."
Uncle Chang took a deep breath, exchanged glances with Fisherman Qiang and Huang Wen, and finally nodded.
Since we can't fool Yang Sheng, let's just let him take a gamble.
Otherwise, if they forcibly subdue Yang Sheng here with a gun and hand over their own men, Hong Shenglian would truly lose face.
"Yang Sheng, it's not that the club doesn't support you, but the club also has its own difficulties."
I can't give you the person directly. Take this 300,000 and recruit people within the gang yourself.
Life and death are preordained, wealth and honor are determined by fate.
Whether you can get through this depends on you.
Yang Sheng breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, saying, "Thank you, sir."
Although Uncle Chang didn't give it to his own people, 300,000 was still enough.
In the late 1970s, a patrolman's monthly salary was only a little over a thousand dollars, while gangsters barely made a few hundred dollars a month.
So 30,000 to 40,000 is enough to buy a life, and it's also enough for Yang Sheng to find a few capable henchmen to help him risk his life.
Luo Rong himself was a novice in martial arts and not a fighter, so he had quite a few bodyguards around him.
Yang Sheng needed to kill Luo Rong immediately to avoid getting entangled in a fight with everyone, so he needed some people to help him hold off the enemy for a while.
Diwei turned and left with a cold laugh.
Since Lao Ding had already made his decision, there was nothing more he could say, since it wasn't him who was going to take the 300,000 yuan anyway.
However, he had already foreseen how Yang Sheng would die tonight.
Uncle Chang gave the order, and nearly two hundred of his underlings gathered at the entrance.
The entire Hong Sheng Lian group is not large, with just over a thousand formally joined members.
The underlings in the gang are all pretty good fighters. They're not responsible for guarding the place, but they still get a monthly salary.
The underlings whispered amongst themselves, wondering what their boss wanted to do by waking them all up in the middle of the night.
After Yang Sheng came out, his many underlings started whispering among themselves again.
Yang Sheng himself wasn't very well-known in Hong Sheng Lian, after all, he had only joined Hong Sheng Lian a few months ago.
But the underlings who had just gone with him to the Dragon City Championship had already spread the news.
So by this time, most people in the gang already knew that this guy, Si Jiu, had actually beaten Ruan Feng, a double-flower red stick of the British Associated Society, to death on the ring. He was very impressive.
"Everyone!"
Yang Sheng's voice was deep, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, causing the murmuring group of underlings to subconsciously fall silent.
"I killed Ruan Feng, the double-flower red stick of the British Associated Press, on the Dragon City arena before."
On the stage, victory or defeat depends on man, while life or death is in the hands of fate!
But Luo Rong, a member of the British Associated Press, couldn't accept defeat. Unable to win on the ring, he threatened Guan Laoding off the ring, demanding his help.
Luo Rong is so arrogant and powerful!
But is Hong Sheng Lian really just a sunset club, really made of clay?!
Yang Sheng kicked open the box next to him, which was filled with 300,000 Hong Kong dollars.
"Here's 300,000, and I only need five people!"
Come with me to kill Luo Rong and become famous throughout the martial arts world!
Life and death are preordained, wealth and honor are determined by fate!
From this day forward, Hung Shing Lian is no longer a sunset gang, and you are no longer nameless scoundrels from the bottom of society!
Those who join gangs are mostly young scoundrels from the bottom of society, uneducated and without connections, making them easily swayed by such passionate rhetoric.
Yang Sheng's seductive words and the 300,000 yuan in cash made them envious and tempted, but for the time being, no one dared to be the first to step forward.
At this moment, the foreigner Wen walked out with a roguish smile and said, "Count me in, it's all about getting rich, I'm tempted."
Seeing that the foreigner Wen took the lead, more than ten people stood up and were eager to try.
Yang Sheng glanced at the foreigner, wondering what he was thinking.
He was Uncle Wen's underling, and Uncle Wen controlled Hong Sheng Lian's finances, so the foreigner Wen shouldn't be short of money.
Moreover, this guy doesn't seem like the kind of person who would be provoked by my words. Could it be that he just has an itchy hand and wants to kill someone?
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