With two years left to live, my nine sisters kicked me out of the house and regretted it for the res

In a conference room in the north of the city, Zhang Erhe put down the phone.

"Is it okay to do things in Huangtang? He took the initiative to send people over before I even opened my mouth!"

Zhang Erhe looked at the people in the conference room with a smile.

"Brother, it's up to you from now on!"

Zhang Feipeng nodded.

He was Zhang Erhe's eldest brother. If his nephew was beaten so seriously, he would rush out immediately and cut the culprit's body into ashes! But right now, there are more important things.

"Boss Long disappeared mysteriously last night, and not even his men were left!"

"I think everyone in our profession knows what this situation means, right?"

Zhang Feipeng stood in front of the main seat.

"To avenge Boss Long, the top priority should be to elect a new boss!"

"Otherwise, if we are leaderless, let alone revenge, I'm afraid our entire Chengbei Gang will be devoured!"

The words did not have the desired effect.

"Fuck you, Zhang Xiaoniao, don't look at your virtues. Do you have the standards to be a boss?"

"That's right! Whether it's in terms of seniority or skill, how qualified is Zhang Xiaoniao?"

The scene became chaotic for a moment.

Zhang Erhe quickly pushed Zhang Cheng towards the corner.

Zhang Feipeng is just a little gangster, but after he grew up, he took the position of a gangster. How can you expect such a person to find a peaceful solution?

But the more this happens, the more relieved Zhang Erhe feels.

What he wants is no peace. He wants to crush the person who hurt his son to ashes!

Looking at his son in the wheelchair, Zhang Erhe's heart was bleeding.

Look, what's it like? The doctor said that there are many nerves in the jaw and the cranial nerves are involved. Even if it is cured, Zhang Cheng may have to stay in a wheelchair for the rest of his life!

Suddenly, the door to the room was opened, and a man walked in with a woman.

The woman was very young, her skin was tight, and her clothes were tight, revealing her coveted figure. Zhang Erhe couldn't help but take a closer look.

I didn't expect to see such a top-notch woman in a place like this. I'll ask my brother about it later and maybe we can have a beautiful encounter.

But the woman didn't even look at him, she stood silently behind the man, and Zhang Erhe cast his gaze over.

Young, too young! Is such a young person qualified to enter this conference room?

Just when he looked at Mark, Mark also looked at him.

The corner of his mouth curled up, and Zhang Erhe suddenly felt a chill.

Zhang Cheng, who was in the wheelchair, started to sway excitedly.

It's a pity that he can't speak!

"Son, don't worry, dad will definitely help you get revenge!"

Zhang Erhe whispered a word of relief.

Since everyone in the room was arguing, the sound of Ye Fan opening the door was not enough for them to turn their attention to him.

But then, Zhang Erhe was shocked and cut off several of his hairs.

I saw Ye Fan enter the room, without looking at anyone else, and walked step by step towards the main seat. Then under everyone's surprised eyes, he sat down, raised his right leg and crossed it on his left leg!

What a pair of legs!

What does it mean? Arrogant?

Sure enough, the voices gradually died down, and the dozen or so little bosses in the conference room stopped arguing.

They frowned at the young man who appeared.

"Boy, are you on that road? This is not where you should sit! Get out of here!"

"Oh?"

Ye Fan seemed to have come back to his senses and moved his eyes away from Zhang Erhe.

"who is he!"

Ye Fan pointed at Zhang Erhe and asked.

"Boy, you haven't answered my question yet!"

Zhang Feipeng took a step forward and clenched his fists loudly.

"If you don't get out, I will make you regret coming into this world!"

"Oh?"

Ye Fan yelled again. He crossed his legs on the conference table, leaned back, and crossed his palms on his chest.

"Show them!"

"Oh!"

Hongzhuang threw a package on the conference table.

The package rolled a few times, revealing its contents.

The sounds of swallowing saliva came and went.

"This is...Boss Dragon!"

"It's unreasonable to kill Boss Long and then blatantly come here to provoke him! Brothers, kill him!"

Someone raised their arms and shouted.

But no one paid attention to him.

They are gangsters, but they are not brainless. If they dare to bring Long Zimo's head to the conference room so openly, will they be afraid of people like them?

"You guys, look around!"

Hongzhuang glanced at them coldly.

At this time, these people felt that the surroundings seemed to be too quiet. When did their organization become so disciplined?

As soon as they looked up, everyone couldn't help but feel a little thump in their hearts.

The conference room is made of frosted glass, and you can vaguely see the scene outside. At this time, the outside was occupied by a group of men in black.

They were densely packed, one after another, and the conference room was completely packed.

How about Zhang Feipeng’s shrewd mind?

With a snap, he knelt down on one knee!

"Brother! From now on, you will be the eldest brother of our Chengbei Gang!"

Then those people also reacted.

"That's right! The rules of the world are that the most capable will rise to the top. If you kill Boss Long, you will naturally take his place!"

"Brother, our Chengbei Gang will only follow your lead from now on!"

A group of people knelt down, and no one was stubborn, but Ye Fan didn't speak. As time passed by, cold sweat gathered on the heads of those people.

No one knows what will happen next!

"Big brother!"

"interesting!"

Mark's mouth curled up slightly.

"Get up!"

Only then did Zhang Feipeng and others stand up, nodding and bowing one by one. They were exactly the same two groups of people as those who had just argued so aggressively.

"Who is he?"

Ye Fan pointed at Zhang Erhe and asked.

Everyone looked at Zhang Feipeng.

Just now they heard Zhang Erhe calling Zhang Feipeng brother.

"Brother, did this guy commit something? Leave it to me and I will handle it beautifully for you!"

Zhang Feipeng asked with a shy face.

"Oh?"

Ye Fan looked at Zhang Feipeng playfully. If he remembered correctly, in the information given by Hongzhuang, this man was related to Zhang Erhe, right?

"My name is Ye Fan!"

This sentence made Zhang Feipeng take a breath and take two steps back.

For a moment, he seemed to have made up his mind.

"I know! Brother!,

Ye Fan stared at him with interest, under his gaze.

Zhang Feipeng picked up a steel pipe next to him, weighed it twice in his hand, turned around, and the steel pipe hit Zhang Erhe on the head.

"Brother, you..."

Zhang Erhe covered his head with blood on his hands and looked at Zhang Feipeng in disbelief.

"We...are brothers!"

But Zhang Feipeng shook his head.

"Now, not anymore!"

"Since ancient times, loyalty and justice have been in dilemma. I'm sorry!"

The steel pipe was smashed down again. This time, Zhang Erhe lost the ability to speak and lay down straight. At this moment, Zhang Feipeng was unwilling to stop and continued to hit him a few more times until his flesh and blood were blurred.

He knew about the conflict between Ye Fan and Zhang Erhe.

I also know Zhang Erhe’s arrangements.

He didn't think that everything Zhang Erhe did could make Mark let him go.

"I'm sorry, don't blame uncle!"

After beating Zhang Erhe, Zhang Feipeng touched Zhang Cheng's head affectionately and hit it with a steel pipe.