The Green Gang's headquarters was filled with curling green smoke. A dozen or so leaders stood on both sides, their faces so gloomy that water could drip out of them. The entire meeting room was filled with an oppressive atmosphere as if a storm was about to come.
"Master Chen, are you telling the truth?" The pair of iron walnuts in the hands of the third master were turning with a crackling sound. He was a burly man with a hideous scar on his face that ran diagonally from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth, adding a bit of ferocity to his already majestic face.
Chen Shicong nodded slowly, his brows filled with a solemn expression.
The fourth hall master slammed the table angrily, his short and strong body trembling slightly with anger, his face full of flesh, his eyes like copper bells wide open: "Does Xie Yun really think that our Qing Gang is made of mud?"
Several young men with great confidence drew out their swords from their waists, the cold light reflecting on their flushed faces.
The youngest of the six generations, Liu Tang, had red eyes, clenched his fists and veins popped out, and his voice trembled with uncontrollable anxiety: "I will lead the brothers to charge into the military headquarters. Not only will we bring back Master Zhao, but we will also chop up that son of a bitch Xie Yun! Let him know that our Qing Gang is not to be trifled with!"
The whole hall was in an uproar. Some people kicked over stools in anger, while others drew their weapons from their waists.
Angry curses rose one after another, filling the air.
At this tense moment, Chen Shicong suddenly coughed heavily.
He raised his chin slightly, and his sharp eyes swept over the crowd like a hawk. His voice was neither hurried nor slow, but it carried an irresistible pressure: "Everyone, sit down!"
These five brief words were like a bucket of cold water poured over everyone's heads, and the noisy hall suddenly fell silent.
When everyone quieted down, he slowly stood up, put his hands behind his back, and walked leisurely to the center of the hall.
His fingers tapped the table rhythmically, and the crisp "thump thump" sound was particularly piercing in the silence.
"Do you really think that Xie Yun is so bold as to touch the leader of our Qing Gang?" He sneered sarcastically, scanning the faces of the people.
San Tang's eyes narrowed, and the iron walnut in his hand suddenly stopped turning, and the scar twisted into a strange arc: "Master Chen, there is something behind your words. Could it be... there is something we don't know about this?"
Chen Shicong snorted coldly, took out a document from his pocket and threw it on the table. The paper slid far away on the smooth tabletop and was held down by Sandang.
"'Tianjin Jurisdiction Transfer Plan'?" San Tang read out the title word by word, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and the scar almost squeezed into his temple.
"Seized from Xie Yun's confidant." Chen Shicong's eyes flashed with coldness, and his voice suddenly turned cold. "The Japanese and the military have been in collusion for a long time, and they want to swallow up our docks, opium dens, and casinos! Master Zhao is just the beginning, and the next one is all of us! They want to boil the frog in warm water and uproot the Green Gang!"
"Bullshit!" Wutang stood up suddenly, and his fat body hit the coffee table so hard that it shook.
The fat on his face kept shaking, and his voice changed: "Xie Yun just seized the Japanese Chamber of Commerce's cargo ship last month. How could they be in the same boat? Master Chen, is this news reliable?"
"It's just a sleight of hand!" Chen Shicong interrupted harshly, with a hint of disdain in his tone.
"Why are the goods always detained when they come to the dock? Why are the gambling houses being inspected every other day? Even the most remote smoking houses are being picked on? They have set up this trap and are waiting to close it down!"
Sitang picked up the tea bowl and smashed it hard on the ground. The flying porcelain pieces grazed his trouser legs: "I told you long ago that the Japanese are all ungrateful wolves who can never be tamed! They all have evil intentions!"
Chen Shicong took advantage of the situation and added fuel to the fire, his tone suddenly rising: "What kind of person is Xie Yun's immediate superior Liu Chu? He is a well-known pro-Japanese faction! Without the support of the Japanese, how dare Xie Yun touch a hair of our Green Gang?"
Liu Tang drew out his sword with a clang, and the shiny blade reflected his ferocious face: "What are you waiting for? First, we will destroy Xie Yun's lair, and then settle accounts with the Japanese devils!"
"Blood debt must be paid with blood!"
"Revenge for Master Zhao!"
"Fuck your mother!"
The roar caused dust to fall from the beams.
Chen Shicong watched the angry scene coldly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
He raised his hand and pressed it lightly, and waited for the sound to subside before speaking: "If you want to take action, you have to follow the rules. Since Xie Yun dared to take action, he must have set up a trap. If we act rashly, it will play into his hands!"
Liu Tang's eyes were about to pop out of his sockets with anxiety: "Are we just going to sit there and do nothing? Mr. Zhao is now dead or alive, and we..."
"Why are you panicking?" Chen Shicong's eyes flashed, "They can act, but we can't?" He lowered his voice, and every word was sharp as a knife: "We will pretend to be Xie Yun's troops and pass the news to Sato, saying that Xie Yun is going to rebel. When they are fighting each other, we will take advantage of the chaos to rescue them. We can save Master Zhao and reap the benefits at the same time."
The four halls clapped their hands in admiration: "Great idea! Let them kill each other! Master Chen is indeed worthy of being..."
"Wait." San Tangxue suddenly spoke, and the iron walnut made a harsh friction sound on his palm. His sinister eyes pierced Chen Shicong: "This plan...Does Master Zhao know about it?"
The air in the hall froze instantly. Chen Shicong slowly adjusted his cuffs, and when he raised his eyes, a cold light flashed in his eyes: "San Tang, are you... doubting me?"
He suddenly jumped up and kicked over the armchair beside him. The mahogany chair hit the ground with a loud bang that shook the earth.
"Then go and save him yourselves!" Veins on his forehead throbbed, and his voice shook the window frames. "Let's see who can get out of the military prison alive! Master Zhao's life is hanging by a thread, and you are still scheming against each other?!"
The fourth hall hurriedly tried to smooth things over: "Master Chen, calm down. The third brother is not..."
San Tangyu and Chen Shicong stared at each other for a long time, and finally nodded slowly, saying in a heavy tone: "Just do as Master Chen says."
After everyone left, Chen Shicong stood alone in the empty hall, a sinister smile on his lips.
At the same time, Zhou Lin quickly walked into the military office and whispered, "Young Marshal, Chen Shicong's secret letter to Sato was intercepted."
Xie Yun played with the pen in his hand, with a dangerous smile on his face: "The show...has just begun."
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