Chapter 340: Playboy? Internal meeting!

Night fell.

The dim streetlights shone on the cement road, flickering and passing, attracting a group of fluttering moths.

Occasionally, drunk people passed by, shouting long live the warlords, peeing on the lamppost, beautifully fastening their belts, and walking away.

The night in Jinshan City was heavier than the day, the industrial smog did not decrease but increased, like a giant hand covering the sky, shrouding the city.

Su Yang stood in front of the window, looking at the brightly lit central area of the South City with deep eyes.

That was a city of sin, and also filled with desire.

Crimes were staged every moment, and countless gold-consuming caves attracted people from major gangs to go.

The life of debauchery paralyzed a group of people who had no hope and no future.

"Young Master, it's time for dinner."

Feng Yan slowly pushed open the door and shouted.

Compared to the ignorance when they first met, there was now a bit more caution.

The reason was none other than that Su Yang's heroic battle record in the evening had already spread for several miles, and the spread was still continuing.

Tomorrow morning, his name would be on the newspapers of Jinshan City.

"I know, you go first," Su Yang said without looking back.

"Yes..." Feng Yan stared at that handsome side face with sharp angles, a flash of curiosity in her eyes.

When Feng Jingchu gave the task, she clearly stated that Su Yang was a wine sack and rice bag, no need to worry.

Young masters all had a common problem—my father is the best in the world.

Especially young people who hadn't been beaten by society, they didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth.

Zeng Yunzhong, the Hall Master of the Golden Hall, had complained more than once that Su Kang sent too much money to his son every month.

This wasn't like raising a son, it was more like raising a lover.

Therefore, some gang members had opinions about Su Yang and could often hear them gossiping behind his back.

Influenced by what she saw and heard, Feng Yan unknowingly put on colored glasses.

However, after a short day of contact, she found that he wasn't as unruly and lawless as the rumors said.

On the contrary, he was more like an outstanding product of quality education.

Seven feet tall, polite, and well-spoken.

At the same time, he could also fight!

According to the Weiwu Hall gang members who had just returned, it took them a full two hours to clean up the street.

The blood on the street was swept again and again, as if it could never be cleaned up.

Up to this point, Feng Yan couldn't understand why such a person would be criticized?

Thinking wildly in her mind, she happened to meet Su Yang's eyes.

The latter asked curiously: "Is there anything else?"

"Ah?"

Caught peeking, Feng Yan's face turned as red as a ripe peach, and she said awkwardly: "I... I wanted to ask if there's anything else you need me to do before eating."

Su Yang looked at her complexion, his eyes subtle.

"Just right, this piece of clothing doesn't fit, help me find a short-sleeved shirt that's a bit bigger."

"Oh oh, okay."

Feng Yan hurriedly left the scene as if fleeing, fearing that her heart would explode if she stayed for another second.

Too embarrassing...

Soon, Feng Yan trotted to find the clothes and handed them to Su Yang.

He took off his clothes directly, revealing his strong upper body.

"I'll go out first..." Feng Yan took a hurried glance, her heart beating even faster, and she hurriedly ran out to close the door.

Su Yang stared at her tall back and shook his head helplessly.

After he was dressed neatly, he went downstairs for dinner.

Uncle Liang and Lin Yang had been waiting for a long time, and stood up to salute when they saw Su Yang arrive.

"Young Master."

"We are all our own family, these tedious formalities can be avoided in the future," Su Yang waved his hand and said.

"I've been waiting for this sentence for a long time, calling you Young Master every time I see you, and having to salute, how awkward," Lin Yang said.

Uncle Liang frowned and scolded in a low voice: "Don't be rude!"

Lin Yang still wanted to say something, but turned to look at this 'rule-level' father, and the words that reached his mouth were swallowed back.

Although it was role-playing, the love in Lin Liang's eyes made him feel at a loss.

During the meal, Uncle Liang said worriedly: "I've already heard about the afternoon's incident, the Donghai Hall and Mingguang Building have no actions for now."

"But I'm worried that they will continue to take action next, which will be unfavorable to the Young Master."

"Just a bunch of clowns, it doesn't matter," Su Yang said indifferently.

"The Young Master has unparalleled martial arts, naturally not afraid of them coming hard, but open spears are easy to dodge, hidden arrows are hard to guard against, if they come with tricks..." Uncle Liang said.

"At the current stage, compared to killing me directly, of course, it's more valuable to use me as a hostage," Su Yang tasted the mushroom soup and nodded in praise.

Then he continued: "Furthermore, if I really have any mishaps, the Liuhe Association will definitely fight to the death, they can't afford it."

On the surface, the Mingguang Building and Donghai Hall are in a cooperative relationship.

But the two are not of one piece.

They both have their own little schemes, which can be seen from Shao Li's attitude of watching the fire from the other side.

If there wasn't enough profit, who would put in so much effort?

A lean camel is bigger than a horse, not to mention the Liuhe Association's comprehensive strength hasn't weakened much.

Being able to stand tall for so many years under the pincer attack of two parties, it's too naive to think that just by holding Su Kang's son, they can force the Liuhe Association to submit.

Its real purpose is nothing more than to use this to get more business.

"By the way, I've already looked at the gang's accounts, there are some problems inside, I'm prepared to personally ask Zeng Yunzhong for advice," Su Yang said.

"Embezzlement?" Lin Yang blurted out.

"Not sure, it's strangely indescribable."

To settle the outside, one must first settle the inside, start from oneself, and stabilize the position before expanding.

Su Yang's goal at the current stage is very clear, take the position of the leader, clear out the bad atmosphere, and then conquer the world.

If there are too many borers and they are ignored, the wildly growing trees will sooner or later have a day of backlash.

At this moment, a gang member knocked on the door and handed over a letter.

Feng Yan immediately transferred it to Su Yang.

Looking down, he found that the signature was the name of the Liuhe Association's Senior Master.

'An internal meeting will be held at 9 o'clock tonight, please be sure to attend, Young Master.'

It's here...

Su Yang narrowed his eyes, he really didn't guess wrong.

There are quite a few people coveting this position, as soon as Su Yang returned, they jumped out impatiently.

Especially after experiencing the fire in the evening, their hearts became more restless.

"What's written on it?" Lin Yang asked curiously.

"Meeting later, Lin Yang, you come with me," Su Yang finished the last bite of rice in the bowl and ordered.

"Young Master, this isn't appropriate, right? Lin Yang isn't a member of the gang, it's not convenient for him to be present on such an occasion," Uncle Liang said.

"He is now my imperial sword-carrying guard, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't dare to walk the night road alone," Su Yang smiled.

"This..." Uncle Liang couldn't hear Su Yang's intention to support him, and shook his head helplessly.

According to common sense, Lin Yang would take over his position as butler in the future.

Serving for generations had already been written into the family rules.

But Su Yang's meaning was that he didn't want him to be an 'idle official'.

Compared to these old oil sticks with complicated thoughts, he was more willing to believe in his own people.

After all, who would refuse a player who acts according to the rules and has one hundred percent loyalty? ===== CHAPTER 341 =====