"Ah Sheng, drink!"
Seeing Yang Sheng standing there in a daze, Huang Wen quickly whispered a reminder.
Yang Sheng came to his senses, took a deep breath, and drank the blood wine in one gulp.
Actually, he had just had an idea: to directly seize the Imperial Guard's sword and then run away.
But he dismissed the idea in an instant.
This approach is too foolish and reckless, and it cannot maximize profits.
Although he could end the world earlier after obtaining the Imperial Guard Saber, he would not be able to obtain the subsequent national martial arts specialization.
He will continue to compete in the Dragon City Championship, and Hong Shenglian's identity is still very useful.
Although Yang Sheng could kill He Wenchang and seize the Imperial Guard's sword, it was unnecessary for him to do so now.
The timing wasn't right, and his prestige was still a little lacking; at least, he couldn't rashly cause trouble during his inauguration ceremony.
Since he was already destined to have it, he wasn't in a hurry to take it, so Yang Sheng quickly suppressed his greed.
Huang Wen, having sheathed his imperial guards' sword, stood before the altar and shouted:
"Yang Sheng, a disciple of Hong Sheng Lian of the Hongmen, is hereby promoted to the rank of Red Pole of the 426th Division!"
Huang Wen picked up a red wooden stick from the altar and handed it to Yang Sheng, then shouted again, "The ceremony is complete!"
Other bigwigs in Hong Sheng Lian felt somewhat uneasy seeing this scene.
They had toiled for so many years in Hong Sheng Lian without ever becoming a "red stick" (a high-ranking member in the organization), yet Yang Sheng, a newcomer, so easily rode on their shoulders.
Despite their jealousy, no one dared to disobey them.
Yang Sheng is incredibly ruthless. Those who died at his hands were all top-ranking members of various gangs, including Di Wei, a member of his own gang.
Who would dare to disobey a fierce and ruthless man who doesn't even recognize his own family?
He Wenchang then stood up and led the Hong Shenglian leaders present to offer incense to the Hongmen founders on the altar before leaving the secret room.
From this moment on, Yang Sheng truly became a double-flower red stick.
However, Yang Sheng's power and territory were not large. He only had the territory he conquered and the more than one hundred brothers from the main hall who voluntarily followed him. Di Wei's territory and men belonged to the main hall. This could be considered an unspoken rule between him and He Wenchang.
After all, they were all members of the same triad that had sworn the Thirty-Six Oaths of the Hung Society, so they couldn't directly take over Di Wei's territory and subordinates, otherwise it would be unpleasant to talk about fratricide.
He could only hand these over to He Wenchang, nominally to be taken over by the main hall.
Yang Sheng had conquered the territory of the Alliance himself, so he could manage it as he pleased, as long as he paid the gang's dues on time.
Of course, Yang Sheng never cared about these things.
As Yang Sheng walked out of the main hall, he subconsciously squinted his eyes.
After spending so much time in the dimly lit, enclosed room, even the sunlight outside felt a bit too bright.
"Brother Sheng, what's it like to become a Red Pole (a high-ranking official in the Communist Party)?"
The foreigner, Wen, chuckled and leaned closer to ask.
Yang Sheng said casually, "It's like becoming a 'red stick' (a high-ranking official in China).
In Hong Kong, all the gangs with their titles and ranks earned their positions through sheer force of their own fists.
First, one must have the strength and prestige, and then one can acquire the title of "Red Pole" (a high-ranking official in the Communist Party).
Without real ability, you won't even get a chance to become a high-ranking official, let alone a low-ranking one.
I'm going back to catch up on some sleep; I still have matches to fight in the arena later.
Ah Wen, get the brothers together! Tonight we're celebrating my promotion to Red Pole (a high-ranking military officer) with a feast!
After saying that, Yang Sheng waved his hand and turned to leave.
The foreigner scratched his head behind him, feeling that there was a sense of detachment about Yang Sheng.
In terms of strength, Yang Sheng is a formidable fighter, and there are few in Hong Kong who can rival him among the top-ranking Red Sticks.
As for his character, Yang Sheng was generous and magnanimous. He was exceptionally kind to his brothers, never skimping on any of the money they received. Instead, he would treat everyone to lavish meals and drinks, while he himself still lived in the slums of Kwun Tong.
However, the foreigner always felt that Brother Sheng didn't seem to care about any of these things, and didn't even care about the position of the leader of Hong Sheng Lian, as if he was ready to withdraw at any time.
The foreigner shook his head.
If he couldn't figure it out, he simply stopped thinking about it.
Anyway, he had a great time following Yang Sheng.
Although Wen was a bit mentally unstable, he knew that following those three old guys, Hong Shenglian, was a dead end.
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