Chapter 414 Who do you think you are?
"Isn't it inappropriate for you to discuss the selection of a new leader now that the leader's body is still warm?"
"As subordinates, we are not talking about revenge for the gang leader, but discussing power. If we tell others about it, we will be laughed at by the people in the underworld!"
"Also, you must not forget that the gang leader does not have a son. Lei Fuhong is studying abroad. Even if we really choose a new gang leader, we still have to let a member of the Lei family take this position."
Everyone remained silent and chose to keep their mouths shut and not express their opinions.
Seeing that no one was talking, Lord Zhongyong continued, "I'm putting this out there. As long as Lei Fuhong is interested in taking over the position of gang leader, I will definitely support him to the end!"
"If anyone has other dirty thoughts or intends to interfere, don't blame me for being rude!"
After a brief silence, everyone waved their hands and expressed their feelings.
In a nutshell, they do whatever Earl Zhongyong says.
As for what he was thinking, no one knew.
At this moment, Lei Fuhong, who received the news from Earl Zhongyong first, also boarded a plane to Taiwan.
Lei Fuhong on the plane did not show any sadness over the death of his loved ones. Instead, he looked ambitious and full of expectations for the future.
The meeting is still going on.
"Assuming that the gang leader was really killed by the assassin, who had the motive to do this?"
"The Bamboo Union? The Four Seas Gang? The Tian Dao League? Or some other gang?"
Mr. Jin’s question once again sparked discussion among the public.
"I think it's the Bamboo Union. Chen Qili is so ambitious, he is probably the only one who can do such a thing!"
"The Four Seas Gang also has a motive. We had a lot of fighting over territory some time ago. Liu Weimin has every reason to do this!"
"It's impossible for the Tiandao League. They were just established not long ago, so there's no need for them to do this. There's no benefit other than making enemies for nothing."
"..."
Everyone expressed their opinions, saying all sorts of things, and they all sounded reasonable, as if everyone was the murderer.
It is impossible to become a gangster without enemies and rivals. Once your status is high enough, you may pay attention to the ways of the world, but in fact, it all depends on your strength. How can a good guy get to this point?
At this time, Gao Jie said, "What do you think? Could it be Hutchison?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone who was discussing enthusiastically immediately shut up and focused all their attention on him.
The same is true for Earl Zhongyong and Mr. Jin.
There is no other reason, this idea is really shocking and makes no sense at first glance.
"You said it was Hutchison. What's your reason?"
Gao Jie said slowly and seriously, "Lin Zehao came to see the gang leader today to talk about the fact that we took in the remnants of Hongxing."
"They almost got into a fight during the conversation, but in the end the gang leader agreed to Lin Zehao's conditions, and the other party took his men away."
"Plus, Lin Zehao has been acting arrogantly since he arrived in Taiwan. Not only did Lin Minde of the Tiandao League go bankrupt, but he also had both of his thumbs cut off."
"Whether in terms of motivation, behavior style, or ability, Lin Zehao meets all the requirements, so..."
Before Gao Jie could finish the second half of his sentence, Uncle Zhongyong said angrily: "Hearing what you said, I'm sure he has something to do with this matter!"
"Gather the brothers immediately, carry the gang leader's coffin, and go to Lin Zehao to settle the score!"
Facing the hot-tempered Lord Zhongyong, Old Jin quickly advised: "Don't be impulsive. You said that Lin Zehao did this, so you should at least produce some corresponding evidence, right?"
"If you come to our door with such sweet words, even if we are right, we will be wrong."
"In my opinion, we should hold off for now, wait for Fu-Hun to come back, and prepare for the funeral while collecting evidence. It's better to take the long view, what do you think?"
When Lord Zhongyong heard this, he realized that this was indeed the case and immediately calmed down.
"Then let's do as you say. We will use three methods at the same time. At the same time, we will send someone to keep an eye on Lin Zehao to see how he reacts and whether he will reveal his true colors."
Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Gao Jie stopped talking to avoid arousing suspicion from others.
After a pause, Uncle Zhongyong asked again, "By the way, how is my sister-in-law doing?"
A hall master said: "Just now, the hospital sent a message that the bullet has been removed and my sister-in-law is no longer in danger. She just needs to rest."
Uncle Zhongyong nodded and said, "Okay, send more people to the hospital. We must protect my sister-in-law. We must not let anyone take advantage of her again!"
"understand!"
Because of Lei Gong's accidental death, everyone in the Sanlian Gang was busy all night but still found no evidence. It was all in vain.
The night will eventually pass and the sun will shine on the earth again.
The Sanlian Gang, which had been awake all night, was still operating non-stop.
At the same time, the news that Lei Gong was killed by a killer began to spread, causing an uproar in the martial arts world. Many people even did not believe it at all and called the Sanlian Gang to verify it.
After the news was confirmed to be true, the undercurrents in Taiwan's underworld began to surge.
No one knows the truth behind Lei Gong’s death, and no one knows whether this will be the beginning or the end.
In an instant, the entire island was in a state of panic, and everyone saw enemies as enemies.
The Sanlian Gang also began preparing for the funeral and sent out invitations.
Even Lin Zehao was a little surprised. He really couldn't imagine who would attack Lei Gong at this time.
At the same time, he also smelled something different from this matter.
No matter who did this and what their purpose was, the water in the entire island's underworld has been muddied. Those who want to fish in troubled waters will eventually be exposed. Hutchison just needs to wait and see.
At present, Hutchison has more than 12,000 "Four-Nines" arriving in Taiwan, and the combat effectiveness is guaranteed. Even if any unexpected situation occurs, Lin Zehao can deal with it calmly.
Unlike the reactions of other gangs, the Bamboo Union not only did not make any statement, but the entire gang fell into a strange silence. Even Lei Gong's funeral, Chen Qili did not attend, but only sent a middle-level representative of the gang to attend.
Moreover, after completing the process, this middle-level member of the Bamboo Union left in a hurry, as if he had something on his mind and was completely out of his mind.
The San Lian Gang held a grand funeral, not only notifying their fellow gang members in Taiwan but even government officials to attend.
In comparison, Ding Zongshu's funeral seemed a bit petty.
In the parking lot in front of the door, countless cars were lined up quietly, and the car windows reflected the gray sky.
In the misty morning, mournful music floated out from the mourning hall, forming a sharp contrast with the noise outside. At this moment, the traditional suona perfectly showed people's impression of death.
Dust to dust, dust to dust.
Inside the mourning hall, the low sound of chanting and the rhythm of water drops interweave to create a solemn yet poignant atmosphere.
Two rows of bald monks in robes are silently chanting scriptures and performing rituals. They look very pious, but if you look closely, you will find that there is no sympathy for the deceased in the monks' eyes, but instead they are full of desire for money.
At the door, a team of men in black suits and with solemn expressions stood solemnly, acting as security and secretly scrutinizing every guest who arrived.
In the hall, black wreaths were arranged neatly. In the huge black-and-white photo in the middle, Lei Gong's eyes were still domineering, as if his majesty during his lifetime had never diminished.
There were incense burners and flowers on the altar. Amid the smoke, bunches of flowers were placed respectfully.
Uncle Zhongyong looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses were red and filled with emotion.
He had thought about attending Lei Gong's funeral, but he never thought that he would attend it at this time and in this way.
The entire Sanlian Gang was dressed in black suits, with mourning bands on their heads, and had solemn expressions.
As the ceremony began, the sound of funeral music became louder, and a young man in mourning clothes came forward. It was Lei Gong's only son, Lei Fuhong.
His eyes were red and his voice trembled as he bowed three times to his father's portrait.
"Dad, the unfilial son Lei Fuhong is late!"
Lei Fuhong kowtowed three times to the ground. The grief on his face was visible to everyone. The image of a filial son instantly took root in everyone's heart.
No matter what, loyalty and filial piety are the two most basic qualities, and no one would support an unfilial son to take power.
Next, Ding Yao, who was also dressed in mourning clothes, cried heartbrokenly even though her left arm was still bandaged and in a cast. She even fainted several times.
As the saying goes, if you want to be pretty, be filial.
Ding Yao, who was already quite good-looking, looked even more charming in this mourning dress. Many people's eyes lit up, and even Lei Fuhong was a little eager to make a move, but no one noticed.
As Ding Yao cried harder and harder and became more and more sad, people around her started to talk about how Lei Gong was so lucky to have found such a good woman who loved him so deeply and was so touching.
After the relatives have finished paying homage, the next step is to pay homage to those with different status within the gang, from high to low.
Everyone from top to bottom had a similar expression of sadness on their faces, and their hearts were filled with uncertainty about the power vacuum.
Lei Gong died suddenly, the people of the Sanlian Gang are in turmoil, the future is still unclear, and everyone is faced with choices.
Who comes to power and who has the upper hand is definitely not a simple matter of words, but a matter of blood and gore.
After our gang’s worship was over, it was the turn of others to burn incense and worship.
No matter what grudges there were in life, all debts are forgiven when the person dies, and the dead are the greatest.
As the leader of Hutchison, according to the rules of the underworld, Lin Zehao naturally needs to burn incense.
After completing the process, he was ready to lead his men away, but Uncle Zhongyong brought a group of younger brothers and blocked Lin Zehao's way.
"What are you doing? Don't you have eyes?"
"We are here to worship Lei Gong, what do you mean?"
Hutchison's younger brothers immediately refused to work and began to question the company, as if they were ready to start a fight if they disagreed.
But Lord Zhongyong clapped his hands and said, "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. I have heard of Wei Longhao's name for a long time, but I have rarely seen him before. Today is a good opportunity, so I naturally want to get to know him."
"Wei Longhao, can you please do me a favor?"
Lin Zehao glanced at Uncle Zhongyong and sneered, "What? You think you are the big brother just because you have a non-mainstream hairstyle?"
"When your boss Lei Gong was alive, he had to call me Brother Hao. Who do you think you are? How dare you speak so loudly in front of me?"
The attitude of their boss made everything clear. Naturally, Hutchison's younger brothers stopped talking nonsense and began to show their fangs.
"Pounce on your mother! Haven't you heard that a good dog doesn't block the road?"
The Heji Four-Nine Gang members kept cursing but did not stop their actions. They knocked down several Sanlian Gang members in just a few moves.
Uncle Zhongyong was shocked and immediately raised his arms and shouted, "Where are the brothers of the Sanlian Gang?"
With just one shout, he instantly became the focus of the scene, attracting all the attention.
The Sanlian Gang's younger brothers swarmed in, many of them holding weapons in their hands.
Ke Zhihua in the crowd remained motionless, and the younger brother beside him couldn't help but ask: "Brother Hua, should we go up or not?"
"Fuck you! Do you think you're just picking up girls? You can just do it as you say?"
"You didn't see what I was wearing today, Wasachi! If it's broken, you can buy me a new one!"
Ke Zhihua, who was originally Lei Gong's driver, has now naturally become an ordinary gang member because of the death of his boss.
But he was also a smart man. He used the connections and money he had accumulated as a driver to get a position as a small boss, managing more than 30 subordinates, which was quite cool.
Seeing this, Mr. Jin, who was comforting Lei Fuhong in the distance, immediately trotted over.
Lei Fuhong and Ding Yao followed closely behind, and were followed by many Sanlian Gang members.
"Don't do it, don't do it, let's talk it over."
Mr. Jin's timely arrival brought the situation that was about to become a tit-for-tat situation to a standstill. The Sanlian Gang's younger brothers simply surrounded Hutchison's men but did not take any action.
"Brother Hao is a good friend of the gang leader, and they are also considered one of our own. How do you do things? Do you have any brains?"
"It's fine if the younger one is ignorant, but is the older one also ignorant?"
It seemed that Mr. Jin was scolding his younger brother, but in fact he was talking about Earl Zhongyong.
Putting aside the fact that it is not certain whether Lin Zehao did it, even if it was really done by the other party, he should not make trouble at Lei Gong's funeral.
If the funeral hall layout was destroyed, the Sanlian Gang would be brought into disgrace.
Another thing is that Hutchison is much stronger than their Tri-Union Gang. Even if the opponent is playing at a disadvantage away from home, Lin Zehao still has the status of a legislator!
If the Sanlian Gang takes a hard approach, who can guarantee that Lin Zehao will not make trouble in this regard?
Knowing that he was in the wrong, Bo Zhongyong did not argue, but just kept a stern face.
Veteran General Jin was very humble and polite in his words, "Brother Hao, I'm really sorry, this is all a misunderstanding, please don't take it personally, give us a chance to make amends."
(End of this chapter)
