Chapter 341: Elect the leader! Confrontation!

South City, Night Wanderer Bar.

A group of people in suits and leather shoes broke in, the leading man's brows filled with the majesty of a superior, and the people around retreated one after another, not daring to block the way.

"You guys guard outside," Zhao Xian ordered.

"Yes!"

Then he straightened his collar, pushed open the secret door of the storage room, and entered.

The secret room, which had a different world inside, was brightly lit, and several Hall Masters had been waiting here for a long time.

"Zhao Xian, you're late again," a middle-aged man with thick hair and protruding cheekbones said lazily.

"Our Hall Master Zhao is a very busy person, so what if he's late? Do you dare to have an opinion?"

On the left, a charming woman wearing a red open-collar dress puffed smoke, a playful smile hanging on the corner of her mouth.

Zhao Xian sat in the first seat on the left of the main seat as usual, and said slowly: "Feng Jingchu, stop with your sarcasm, I arrived right on time, late my ass."

"Yo, worthy of being the Hall Master of the Weiwu Hall, speaking with such momentum," the one-armed man in front of Zhao Xian said leisurely.

"It's a pity, bad temper is only left for one's own people, but one is cowardly when facing outsiders," Feng Jingchu extinguished the cigarette and made a tutting sound.

"When have I ever been cowardly, speak clearly," Zhao Xian's face sank slightly.

"Rats have drilled in to steal food, but the cat at home is nowhere to be found," Feng Jingchu blinked her phoenix eyes, charming and moving.

"Exactly, the cat raised by the master not only doesn't catch rats, but instead hides and drinks leisurely, this job is truly easy to do," the one-armed man said.

"Bang!"

Zhao Xian knocked on the table hard, making a loud noise.

"Keep your mouth clean, I'm in a bad mood today, no mood to play with your mouths."

"Why, poked your pain point and got angry?" Feng Jingchu was not afraid at all, her voice instead becoming a bit more coquettish.

"Hall Master Zhao is truly benevolent, the boss just died, and you turned around and sold his only bloodline, this method is truly admirable," the one-armed man said coldly.

"You still have the face to say that?" Zhao Xian's face was cold, and he said: "The spies from the Donghai Hall and Mingguang Building are monitoring outside the manor openly, yet you, who are responsible for intelligence, are indifferent."

"And you, Feng Jingchu, if I remember correctly, the leader handed the task of taking care of the Young Master to you before he died, right? Where were you when he was surrounded this afternoon?"

"Hall Master Zhao is truly forgetful, the leader gave me two tasks, one is to find the murderer, and the second is to take care of the Young Master."

"I was interrogating people all day today, and handed the care work to my cousin Feng Yan, may I ask what part was not completed well?" Feng Jingchu asked back.

The one-armed man Zi Huai said: "I am indeed responsible for intelligence work, but Hall Master Zhao was stealing drinks outside in broad daylight, where would I go to hand over intelligence to you?"

"So you're saying it's my fault that the Young Master is trapped?" Zhao Xian said in a deep voice.

"I wouldn't dare say that, who in Jinshan City doesn't know that the Liuhe Association's Weiwu Hall is very vengeful," Feng Jingchu pretended to be frightened and waved her hands repeatedly.

Zhao Xian stared at their faces and sneered: "You are still the same, more active than anyone when claiming credit, and cleaner than anyone when shifting blame."

"How about this, let the Senior Master come to judge, to see whose fault it is," Zeng Yunzhong, the man with thick hair, suddenly said.

At this moment, everyone brushed their eyes towards the old man in the main seat.

Only to see his hair and beard were all white, and a momentum of not being angry but majestic was hidden under his senile posture.

As the brain of the Liuhe Association, even Su Kang treated him with respect.

The leader was not there, so naturally, the most prestigious Senior Master would preside over the overall situation.

But he was already old, and couldn't do things involving knives and guns, so they came here today to argue for a reason.

At this moment, the Senior Master opened his turbid eyes and said: "I have no time to care about right and wrong, go ask if the Young Master has arrived."

"I'll go."

Lei Cheng, the Hall Master of the Zhongyi Hall, who had been silent, took the initiative to ask for the task and got up to walk towards the door.

Just as he opened the door, an extremely handsome face came into view.

"Young Master?" Lei Cheng said subconsciously.

Su Yang looked at this bloated middle-aged man and smiled: "You must be Uncle Lei, I've heard much about you."

"Come in quickly," Lei Cheng held Su Yang's hand and brought him in.

As soon as Su Yang entered, many scrutinizing and curious eyes fell on him.

Except for Zhao Xian, they were all seeing Su Yang's true face for the first time.

Feng Jingchu looked at this face that was familiar yet carried a bit of strangeness, and was suddenly a bit dazed, "So like..."

"Senior Master," Su Yang saluted the old man in the main seat.

"Sit," the Senior Master pressed his hand.

There was only one seat left at the round table, the furthest from the main seat.

Su Yang shouldn't have been qualified to sit here, after all, this was the Liuhe Association's internal meeting.

But the Senior Master opened his mouth, so everyone silently acquiesced.

However...

They looked at Lin Yang standing beside Su Yang and asked suspiciously: "What is he here for?"

"Lin Yang is my personal guard, don't worry, he knows what he should do and what he shouldn't do," Su Yang explained.

Oh?

Zi Huai said slowly: "This is not according to the rules, I'm not worried about the Young Master's vision, I'm just worried about knowing people and faces but not hearts."

Lin Yang was about to flare up, but Su Yang spoke first: "If any problems arise, I will be responsible."

"Can you afford it?" Zeng Yunzhong smiled.

"Why? Does the Hall Master of the Golden Hall want to argue with me about the way of being a person?" Su Yang asked back.

"What does the Young Master mean by this? Could it be that you think there's a problem with how I conduct myself?"

"Hall Master Zeng is overthinking it, you are the golden finger of the Liuhe Association, from the monthly salary to the nail clippers, everything has to pass through your hands, you are busy every day, and your credit is not small, how would I dare to question you?"

"It's just that..."

"It's inevitable that some details are not clear," Su Yang said slowly.

Zeng Yunzhong's face changed slightly, but soon returned to normal.

He had been sitting in this position for twenty years, what big winds and waves hadn't he seen?

Tonight, Su Yang took him as the target as soon as they met, which was a bit too hasty.

They say a new official lights three fires, but he dared to speak like this before he even sat in that position.

If he really sat in it, what would happen?

Thinking of this, the urgency in Zeng Yunzhong's heart became even stronger.

"Alright, I called you here today to discuss the leader matter," the Senior Master interrupted.

"Leader Su was loyal and righteous, and made great contributions to the Liuhe Association, I believe no one wants to see such an accident happen."

"A group of dragons cannot be without a leader for a day, the Donghai Hall and Mingguang Building are restless, this matter is imminent."

"We must elect a leader tonight to preside over the overall situation!"

Once these words were spoken, everyone was moved, and their minds became active.

But no one spoke, no one wanted to be the first bird.

Su Yang saw this and stood up: "The Senior Master is right, a gang without a leader is just a pile of loose sand."

"Since none of you are standing up, then I will boldly speak."

"The position of leader..."

"I want it!" ===== CHAPTER 342 =====