Chapter 63

Ignoring the surprised expressions of the Hong Hing underlings, Wu Feng, led by Jing Kun, entered the Hong Hing headquarters meeting hall with his three senior underlings.

The layout here was no different from what was in the movies.

The place was quite spacious, with a long conference table placed in the middle and over a dozen chairs arranged around it.

At this moment, four or five hall masters were seated, speaking loudly.

"I heard the new guy is quite impressive!"

"He is indeed impressive, otherwise Mr. Jiang wouldn't have personally invited him to join Hong Hing!"

"Pfft, what's the big deal? He's just a kid with good luck!"

"If we're talking about being impressive, who is as impressive as you, Brother Ji?"

Jing Kun's raspy voice immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.

At this moment, they also saw Wu Feng following behind Jing Kun.

As for the three senior underlings further behind, no one paid them any mind.

"Let me introduce you all, this is Wu Feng!"

Jing Kun said with a smile: "From now on, he is the Sai Kung Hall Master, one of our own brothers!"

Pfft!

Among the hall masters, someone couldn't help but sneer: "Can that dump of a place, Sai Kung, even support a branch? Don't be ridiculous!"

As he spoke, he looked at Wu Feng and said disdainfully: "To be a Hong Hing hall master at such a young age, how does that make us old guys feel? Do you want to come work for me?"

"Since you know you're an old guy, you should retire early and make way for the young ones!"

Reaching out to signal the senior underlings who followed him not to be impulsive, Wu Feng found a chair representing the status of a hall master and sat down, smiling lightly: "Work for you? How many fighters do you have under your command?"

Before the other party could speak, he smiled lightly: "If I mobilize to the limit, I can call up over a thousand fighters in one breath, all of whom are the type who dare to slash people with knives, not just fence-sitting Blue Lanterns making up the numbers!"

Once these words were spoken, the somewhat chaotic noise in the hall suddenly disappeared.

The Hong Hing hall master who had just spoken rudely had his old face flushed red.

"Brother Kun, who is this old man?"

Wu Feng asked with a smile, breaking the dull atmosphere of the hall: "Can he still lift a knife?"

"You..."

That old man was about fifty years old. It was estimated that he had fought too hard when he was young, giving people the feeling that he was quite aged. At this moment, the look he gave Wu Feng was very unkind.

"Haha, this is our Hong Hing Tuen Mun Hall Master, Uncle Xing!"

Jing Kun interrupted Uncle Xing's words without hesitation and explained slowly: "He can be considered a veteran-level hall master of Hong Hing. We juniors should be a bit more polite!"

Although he said that, looking at his arrogant demeanor, it was clear he didn't hold Uncle Xing in any regard.

Wu Feng understood in his heart and didn't pay any more attention to the old guy, turning his gaze to the other hall masters.

It was clear that Uncle Xing was past his prime; apart from his status as a veteran, his strength wasn't much to speak of.

Otherwise, why wouldn't his senior underlings have jumped out? A boss losing face definitely couldn't be ignored.

Two rows of chairs were placed against the wall of the hall, which were the seats for the hall masters' senior underlings.

At this time, nearly ten fierce-looking young men were already sitting on these chairs, each with sharp eyes that looked like they weren't to be trifled with, and now they were all watching the show with amusement.

"Haha, if you give me face, call me Brother Ji; if you don't, Brother Ji works too!"

Baji, who was Brother Ji in the movie, laughed loudly and said affectionately: "Let me tell you, I was very impressive in the past, known as Hong Hing's number one fighter!"

"Now that I'm older, I don't have such a temper, and what I like most is going to nightclubs to pick up girls!"

"I heard the girls at the Shanghai Street nightclubs are all very hot, is that true?"

This guy was in his thirties, and there were quite a few gray hairs mixed in his short hair.

Wrinkles had also appeared on his forehead; it was just unclear whether it was because he had suffered too many injuries when he was young and depleted his vitality, or because he had spent too much energy on women's bellies?

"Brother Ji, if you want to go, go play by yourself. Don't expect Feng Zai to invite you; this guy is a famously upright person!"

Before Wu Feng could answer, Jing Kun laughed and scolded: "It's already spread all over Mong Kok that, except for necessary inspections of his venues, this guy almost never goes to his own nightclubs to play!"

"Of course, the nightclubs under his command are famously clean. Regardless of whether the ladies inside are hot or not, at least they won't let you get unlucky and get trapped!"

"Really?"

Not to mention Brother Ji, even the other hall masters couldn't help but have their eyes light up.

While they were talking, several more hall masters entered the door, their eyes filled with inquiry when they saw Wu Feng.

Wu Feng didn't care; after more contact in the future, they would naturally become familiar with each other.

"Haha, everyone is here!"

After the hall masters who were supposed to come had arrived, Jiang Tiansheng finally made his appearance.

Accompanied by a refined man and a short, sturdy man, he walked with the stride of a dragon and a tiger to sit in the head seat.

"Hello, Mr. Jiang!"

Including Wu Feng, all the hall masters and senior underlings stood up to greet him.

"Hahaha, sit, sit, sit. Everyone is a brother of the same sect, don't be so formal!"

Although he said that, Jiang Tiansheng still waited for everyone to stand up before waving his hand to signal them.

The refined man who entered with him sat on Jiang Tiansheng's left hand side; he should be one of the Hong Hing hall masters, the strategist Chen Yao.

As for the short, sturdy man, he sat on a chair representing the senior underlings.

"A-Feng!"

Jiang Tiansheng looked at Wu Feng, his face full of happy smiles.

Wu Feng stood up again, facing everyone's gaze quite calmly; it was just a small scene.

"Everyone, this is our new member of Hong Hing, Sai Kung Hall Master Wu Feng!"

Jiang Tiansheng said loudly: "Everyone, applaud to welcome A-Feng to join Hong Hing!"

After speaking, he took the lead in clapping. Regardless of what the hall masters and senior underlings were thinking, they all clapped vigorously, and for a moment, there was a sense of applause like a tide.

After the applause subsided, he introduced the hall masters present one by one, and then continued: "On the second day of the second lunar month, when the dragon raises its head, Hong Hing will open its gates at Sansheng Palace to welcome A-Feng's joining. Everyone must go to show your support!"

The hall masters clamored one after another, indicating that they would definitely go, but some people looked at Wu Feng with a bit more amusement and disdain.

Wu Feng's expression was calm and unmoved; it was enough to leave the matter to Jiang Tiansheng to handle.

Sure enough, Jiang Tiansheng changed the subject and said with a smile: "You shouldn't underestimate A-Feng. Although he bears the title of Sai Kung Hall Master, he basically does legitimate business and doesn't rely too much on territory to develop!"

"A-Sheng, I don't like hearing that!"

Tuen Mun Hall Master Uncle Xing suddenly spoke up: "Since he does legitimate business, why join our Hong Hing? Isn't that just annoying people?"

Jiang Tiansheng's expression changed upon hearing this; he didn't expect Uncle Xing to contradict him.

"Uncle Xing, I don't agree with what you said!"

Wu Feng spoke first, unceremoniously: "Back then, the Shanghai tycoon Du compared us people in the underworld to chamber pots, which was correct, but you old man shouldn't really treat yourself as a chamber pot, right!"

(End of chapter)