Chapter 66: None of you are qualified

  Taipei Yangmingshan, in a villa.

  "Everyone stop for a moment, I think the top priority is to quickly elect a leader." A man in his 40s with a big bun on his head and a face full of scars said.

  The people in the villa became slightly quieter after hearing the man's words. A long-haired young man who was closer to the man spoke up first and echoed, "Right, I agree with Old Zhou's words. In the past few days, several halls have been fighting separately, and there is no power to counterattack at all. We suffered such losses."

  The young man's words immediately resonated with the people in the villa. They all shouted, "Right, we must first choose a leader."

  One of the younger brothers shouted: "I choose Old Zhou, in terms of seniority and ability, Old Zhou is worthy. Even when we were at the Ren's house, Old Zhou was also our boss."

  As soon as the young man shouted, the hall suddenly burst into a commotion, with many people nodding in agreement: "Yes, Old Man Zhou has been in the gang for so many years, in terms of seniority and prestige, who dares to compare with Old Man Zhou."

  Zhou Rong smiled slyly as he glanced at the little brother who had spoken up first, thinking to himself: "This Qing Ya kid is clever and has a good eye for things. After I become the head of the gang, I'll have to promote him properly." As he thought this, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Zhou Rong's eyes. It was all because of that old Zhao Ning, who not only had him taken care of but also brought two young whippersnappers to climb over his own head. In terms of seniority and ability, wasn't he, Zhou Rong, just as good as those two little rascals Yang Jianping and Chen Qili?

  An old man in his fifties, wearing a long gown made of coarse cloth, sat on the upper right hand side, looking down at the noisy crowd below, shaking his head and sighing. He wanted to say something, but hesitated. This person was none other than Liu Maochuan, one of the few senior elders of the Bamboo Curtain Society.

  And in the lower reaches of the Liuhe River, a young man with eyes that looked very familiar was looking at the quarreling patriarchs and main persons-in-charge in the hall with a gloomy face, without saying a word.

  Seeing the big boss not speaking, Bai Lang Zhang An's younger brother behind him was somewhat unwilling, and immediately opened his mouth to shout: "The gang chooses a speaker, it's not always about age, is the gang an old people's home, who is older and who becomes the boss."

  As soon as this little brother opened his mouth, he immediately triggered a part of people's echoes "Right, Duckweed and Yang Zhanzhang were selected because of their outstanding abilities."

  "I choose our hall master, Zhang Lao Da. Our master's abilities are acknowledged by Yang Zhan Chang and Ya Ba Zi." The young man shouted to the crowd in the arena.

  "Yes, Bai Lang's abilities are plain to see. Although he is a bit young, his abilities are there." The hall masters and younger brothers who supported Zhang An Le nodded in agreement.

  Looking at the scene, Zhang Anle, who was echoing as the younger brother of the old man, was more than before echoing himself as the younger brother of the old man. Zhou Rong's face turned iron green. In the gloomy triangular eyes, a killing intent occasionally flashed out. At this time, Zhou Rong cursed in his heart: "This group of wall grass, wait and see how I will deal with you after I become the boss."

  At this time, several younger brothers proposed that their own elder brother was the only one qualified to be the head of the Tong under the arrangement of their own elder brother. For a while, the entire villa hall was in an uproar.

  Looking at the chaotic hall, Zhang An's face was about to turn dark. What's wrong with Wu Dang? Didn't he say he would arrive early with his men? How come it's been so long and they still haven't arrived? The hall is in such a mess, there might be a fight breaking out any minute now.

  The people under the hall were arguing endlessly, and as an elder, Liu Maohe had no choice but to stand up and speak.

  "Everyone be quiet." Liu Maohe, although nearly sixty years old, still had the aura of a tiger. He was one of the founders of the Bamboo Union along with Zhao Ning and was an elder of the Zhonghe Bang. Back in the day when Liu Maohe wielded a knife and clashed with the leader of the Zhonghe Bang and the Dead Sea Gang, some of these people were still wearing split pants. Although he had not participated in gang decision-making for many years, his reputation remained.

  Liu Maohe let out a loud shout, and the villa's hall instantly fell silent. However, the eyes of the patriarchs from each faction gazing at Liu Maohe were somewhat unfriendly. Although no one directly confronted him, every person's eyes were filled with inquiring expressions.

  "Everyone, stop arguing. All of you elders and brothers under the hall, stand behind whoever you support, we'll count the number of people." Liu Maochuan sighed inwardly.

  Liu Maohe's method is the most primitive and direct, and it can also make other brothers in the gang convinced, but there is a fatal flaw, that is, it has planted the seeds of division for the gang. Because once the younger brothers take a stand, they will be seen as taking sides, and later they will not be trusted by other bosses, so they can only follow this boss. This will lead to the emergence of various factions within the Bamboo Curtain Gang, making the hearts of the brothers even more twisted.

  Let's go together.

  After Liu Maohe finished speaking, the scene fell silent for a moment before becoming noisy again. However, amidst the noise, Xiao Di and some of the older generation who were not interested in competing for the position of Head of the Hall began to slowly move towards their favorite older generation leader.

  As he saw his brothers slowly moving, Zhang An's elegant face twitched involuntarily, then glanced outside the villa and silently cursed in his heart: "Wu Dun you bastard, if you don't come tonight, I'll never be done with you."

  Zhang An loosened his right hand and adjusted the tie around his neck. He changed his elegant demeanor and spat a mouthful of saliva on the ground.

  Then he shouted towards the hall, "Everyone wait a minute, I have something to say."

  The little brothers who were preparing to make a statement and the old masters of various schools suddenly heard Zhang Anle's shout, and immediately stopped in their tracks, looking towards Zhang Anle.

  Facing the gaze of over a hundred pairs of eyes, Zhang An cleared his throat and calmly said: "I think everyone on this stage, including myself, is not qualified to be the spokesperson for the gang."

  As soon as Zhang Anle finished speaking, the villa suddenly exploded.

  Several elderly men who supported Zhou Rong glared at Zhang An with a scowl and rebuked him, "Zhang Dazhuang, since none of the people here are qualified to be in charge of Bamboo Union, then who do you think is qualified?"

  Several big shots' words immediately resonated with everyone in the villa hall, and even Liuyue Maochuan, this old man from Zhulian, was somewhat dissatisfied with Zhang Anle. All the elites of Zhulian are here, you say these people can't be the masters of Zhulian, should we let the people from Dead Sea Gang come to be the masters of Zhulian, or should we let the government's people come to be the masters of this bead curtain?

  "Bai Lang, I've tolerated you for a long time. If you can't come up with a good reason today, Zhou Rong will risk his life to fight for justice for Zhu Lian." Zhou Rong knew that his greatest competitor today was Zhang An Le, and as long as he could take down Zhang An Le,

  The overall owner of Zizhulian is a done deal. So at this time, take the opportunity to use verbal intimidation to make Zhang An surrender.

  Hearing Zhou Rong's words were so resolute, a hint of helplessness flashed in Zhang An's eyes. They are all brothers, is it necessary to do this? But now, is there any use in saying these things?

  Those little brothers who originally supported Zhang Anle were also somewhat puzzled at this time, what was White Wolf going crazy about.

  Seeing Zhang Anle not speaking, Zhou Rong's tone became even more overbearing: "White Wolf, you'd better speak up, who has the qualifications to be in charge here."

  Zhou Rong's words had just fallen.

  Outside the door, Wu Dun's thunderous voice rang out.

  "I'm telling you, Zhou Ya Zi, what are you doing over there, qualified people are here."

  Everyone, I've just recovered from illness over the past two days and my energy is a bit low, but I promise that after I fully recover in a few days, I will definitely show you something exciting.