Occupational challenge: Let you challenge, not let you die!

Chapter 121 Banquet!

"Quiet!"

Xiaodao Huilong's head roared.

In an instant, all the hall masters fell silent, not daring to say much.

"Let's end this matter."

"Rulong, I promised you that after this matter is completed, I will give you the seat of hall master."

"There is still a shortage of people in the Blue Lake District, so go."

After the old leader finished speaking, all the hall masters exploded.

"Leader! This is against the rules."

"Zhao Rulong didn't kill Wu Qianshan, how can he give him a seat?"

"Leader, this is hard to convince!"

All the hall masters shouted.

The location of the Blue Lake District is excellent, full of oil and water!
Zhao Rulong shook his head, clasped his fists and said, "Thank you Longtou for your kindness."

"But I thought about it and realized that I'm just a rough guy and may not be able to manage a hall."

"And Wu Qianshan didn't kill him, so let's forget it."

If it was before, Zhao Rulong would definitely agree and complete the challenge, but now that he met Su Chen, he naturally refused to simply complete the challenge.

People have dreams, what if Su Chen unifies all the gangs and gives him the leader?
In this way, the system evaluation is directly full!
Is the hall master more fragrant than the dragon head?
The old dragon head looked at Zhao Rulong in surprise, seeing what Zhao Rulong said, he had no choice but to give up: "That's good."

After the matter was over, the old leader dismissed everyone and sat alone in the conference hall.

After a long time, the old leader clapped his hands twice.

A small man stepped out of the shadows.

"Go, contact the prince, I invite you to have a banquet at the Hongbin Building tonight."

"Yes!"

The short man responded respectfully, and then disappeared with a sway.

At night, Hongbin Building.

On the busiest street in Xiangcheng, the lights are bright and people come and go.

Several cars drove downstairs.

A man in a suit and sunglasses with a cigar in his mouth got out of the car, surrounded by bodyguards, with a beautiful beauty in his right hand.

Hands caressed her waist continuously.

"Prince Prince!"

"Prince Prince!"

"Prince Prince!"

When all the waiters outside the Hongbin Building saw the man getting off the car, they all shouted respectfully.

This is the leader of the Union Society, Prince!
The prince smiled with satisfaction, and went upstairs with his arms around the woman.

Walking to the private room, flowing bodyguards rushed in to protect the prince.

"Relax, Master Zeng, the leader of the Little Knife Club, invited me to a banquet, how could he do it secretly?"

The prince breathed out a cigar, and the white air was like mist.

He took off his sunglasses and walked to the dining table. The woman next to him tactfully helped the prince take off his coat and held it in her arms.

On the opposite side of the dining table, sat Zeng Xian, the leader of the Small Knife Society.

Compared to the crown prince's exaggeration, Zeng Xian is very calm, although he is old, he still has vigor.

Standing behind Zeng Xian, Zhao Rulong seemed to see two animals sitting on the dining table.

An old tiger, a newborn fox...

They are not simple goods.

Zhao Rulong was deeply moved.

After retreating from the crowd, Zeng Xian cut to the chase and said, "Wu Qianshan is not dead."

"I know this, and your Chen Yujie was killed by his assassins." The prince took the whole fish from the dining table and put it on the plate of the woman next to him, and said with a smile: "Isn't everyone here?" Pass it on? Wu Qianshan taught a godlike apprentice who killed Chen Yujie with one punch."

Zeng Xian picked up a piece of peanut, and said calmly: "It's just spreading rumors. If Xinyi'an really has such a character, Li Sheng won't be in a hurry to clean up the old man and pave the way for his son."

The prince clicked twice.

"Li Sheng established Ngee Ann by himself, and now Wu Qianshan has reformed it into New Ngee Ann, all to pave the way for his son Li Pingan."

As he said that, the prince smiled disdainfully: "But, his son believed in his fate..."

"Hahahaha!"

"His son believed in his fate!"

The prince laughed, and the women around him also laughed.

Smiling and laughing, the prince stood up and laughed loudly: "Mr. Zeng, his son believes in his fate!"

"His son believed in his fate!"

The prince laughed until tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

But everyone present did not dare to laugh, only the woman beside him laughed softly.

After the laughter, the private room fell silent.

"Huh..." The prince changed his breath, and only then did he hold back his smile.

He waved his hand: "I'm sorry! Mr. Zeng, I find it funny when I think about it."

He shook his body, very energetic.

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at his female companion beside him, and said with a smile, "What are you laughing at?"

The female companion followed the prince's wishes and said, "He actually believed in fate, it's so funny..."

The prince nodded vigorously and stretched out a hand.

The bodyguard behind him immediately understood and grabbed the woman's hair.

The woman wailed and was dragged out.

A few seconds later, there was a gunshot.

The bodyguard came back again, but there was a pool of blood on the hem of the black suit.

"Let's continue talking." The prince grinned.

Zeng Xian's expression remained unchanged, he had white hair, no one had seen him in his life for so many years, the prince was very ordinary.

"According to the original plan, kill Wu Qianshan, poison the alcoholic to death, and the two families will join hands to force Xinyi'an."

"But now, Wu Qianshan is not dead, so there are still big variables."

The prince interrupted Zeng Xian: "Mr. Zeng, why don't we play a game?"

Zeng Xian frowned slightly.

"So, didn't you guys fail? That idiot Chen Yujie is also dead..."

"We'll just wait, I bet Li Sheng won't survive this month..."

"At that time, there will be no old people in the gang, only four red sticks left, and his son will still believe in fate..."

"At that time, how about we each rely on our own abilities?"

At this time, the corner of the prince's mouth hooked to his ear, and he smiled wantonly.

Zeng Xian's face remained unchanged, and there was no wave in the ancient well.

"Is that what you mean or He Lianshe's meaning?" Zeng Xian asked suddenly.

The smile on the prince's face froze, and he said with a smile: "Of course it's what I mean, and besides, what He Lianshe means is what I mean."

"Well, since the prince is willing to gamble, I'm not in a hurry."

"Now that I've made it clear, I'll leave now. I don't have a woman by my side, so I feel itchy..."

"Old Zeng, excuse me..."

After speaking, the prince took out a cigar, the bodyguard next to him lit it for him, and left gracefully.

There are only people from Xiao Daohui left in the private room.

A person standing beside Zhao Rulong said: "This prince is so domineering..."

"It seems that the cleaning of the gang is over, and it's all in his hands now."

"Longtou, do we really have to wait?"

Zeng Xian looked at the dishes on the table, and said calmly: "Let them serve a bowl of noodles, and a few cloves of garlic."

"Everyone sit down and eat."

"Don't waste it!"

The people behind Zeng Xian moved hesitantly.

Zhao Rulong's heart was full of turmoil, the amount of information in this negotiation is a bit too much!
Now the Small Knife Club and the Associated Press are joining forces, waiting for Li Sheng, the leader of Xinyi'an, to die...

If Li Sheng really died, the Fragrant City might be in chaos!

……

Samurai villa, another courtyard.

At the moment, Zhong Haishi and Su Chen are eating beef offal, which Zhong Haishi bought when he returned to Qingmao Street.

Eating beef offal, Zhong Haishi suddenly sighed: "Brother Su..."

"I can feel that there seems to be a big trend coming..."

Su Chen chewed two mouthfuls of beef offal, and said lightly, "It seems that what you ate just now was fat intestines, and they haven't been washed clean."

Zhong Haishi's expression changed dramatically.

(End of this chapter)