Chapter 260 "So many people died? How can you choose someone to talk to and fight so hard? Beat yourself?"
"If you don't fight yourself, why don't you go outside and fight with others? Can you beat me? I know the basics of the matter, and I can deal with it much faster."
"But, what should we do if one of the two people who chose to talk and cause trouble has died and the other has run away?"
"What should I do? Choose again!"
On the noisy street, the driver pulled a rickshaw slowly past.
Long Gen sat in the car, with the car hood covering his face and figure, revealing only a weathered hand.
Overnight, he had aged much, and his temples were stained with weather.
First, no one knew who found out the evidence that he colluded with others to commit the bombing. The uncles collectively turned to Hong Sheng.
Even the many people he had spent money to bribe had silently chosen to support Hong Sheng.
Then, the worry of not being able to choose suddenly disappeared.
All the uncles were hacked to death in the ancestral hall, and Hong Sheng, who was about to take over as the speaker, was stabbed several times and died violently.
Now all the societies in Hong Kong and Kowloon are saying that it was his dragon root that did it. Ma Wang and those people have issued a "hunting order" and are bound to take his head.
Presumably, inside Heli Sheng, the remaining local fitters are having a meeting, preparing to take him out and enforce family law.
Long Gen's thoughts wandered back to the past from now on. Even at the worst time, he was not as infamous as he is now.
After a while, the sound of the coachman stopping woke him up.
"Brother, we're here," said the unshaven middle-aged man.
As soon as he got out of the car, a black umbrella blocked his face, covering his entire head in shadow.
Long Gen glanced at the man and said calmly: "No need to wait for me, you go back first."
"But……"
The man hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
In the past 20 years, he has never disobeyed Long Gen's orders, even today.
Long Gen told him to go back, so he went back without looking back.
Watching the rickshaw disappear at the corner of the street, Long Gen closed the umbrella in his hand again, put it toward the door and walked in.
In front of him is a quaint tenement building. He always goes in and out of various tenement buildings. It seems that apart from tenement buildings, there are no other buildings in Hong Kong and Kowloon.
After walking up the stairs step by step, at the corner of the stairs, several foreigners in black suits looked at him without any emotion.
These people are all Smith's men.
Led by a man in black, Long Gen entered a room.
There is no decoration here at all, and there is even a layer of dust on the old windowsill. It is obvious that Smith has just moved here and has not had time to clean up.
In other words, this is the reception room he specially set up for Long Gen. It is only used once, so there is no need to clean it up.
At the signal of the man in black, Long Gen sat down on another sofa.
Opposite him, Smith was holding a glass of wine and looking at him with interest.
Seeing that Smith seemed to be waiting for him to speak, Long Gen went straight to the point: "Did you kill those people in the ancestral hall?"
Smith shook his head, with a sly smile in his blue eyes, "To be precise, I asked someone to kill him, and you must know that person."
Long Gen nodded, "Other than Yamamoto Masahito, I can't think of anyone who can single-handedly defeat Prince Sheng."
Smith shook the wine glass in his hand, crossed his feet, and acquiesced.
"You came to me, what's the matter? Do you want me to help you escape? Or should I find you a place to hide?"
Long Gen shook his head, "Run away, at my age, where can I run? If I hide, I'm not a tortoise, so why should I hide?"
Smith made a gesture to signal Long Gen to continue speaking.
"I'm here just to ask you a few questions, Mr. Smith.
You planned to let me and Hong Sheng fight from the beginning, and then you would benefit from someone else in the end? And what you said about not intervening in Lisheng affairs, was just a casual comment? "
Smith frowned, looking a little unhappy.
Normally, Long Gen would have guessed what he was thinking and guessed what he had done wrong, or what had failed to meet his expectations. After all, Smith was a rigorous and strict person.
But now, he doesn't care because he has nothing to lose.
After a pause, Smith took a deep breath and sighed: "Boss Long, I don't know what I did to make you disrespect me like this."
As he spoke, he stood up, picked up the wine bottle, but only poured himself some wine.
"I said, I won't interfere, I just won't interfere. I asked Yamamoto Masahito to help you before, just because I didn't want to have so much trouble.
But now, you are finished. You were already finished when they got together last only are you unable to be chosen as the talker, but also whether you can survive in the club is a problem.
If you are better, they will ask you to retire. If Hong Sheng is not going to let you go, you will be taken to the torture hall. You know that the creativity of your Tang people in torture is beyond the reach of even the greatest novelists. "
Smith glared at Long Gen, and there was a faint feeling that a father looked at his son and hated iron for not being able to become steel.
"Okay now, your troubles are gone, I did it for you.
Eliminate all hidden dangers from their roots. The old guys who selected people are dead, and the one who was selected is also dead. The world is peaceful and you don't have to worry about these anymore. ""Is it really? "
Long Gen and Smith looked at each other, their eyes full of majesty, with a kind of fierceness unique to those in power.
"You eradicated them, killed them all, and took away the family property. What happened? Everyone thought it was me who did it, and I took the blame!
Even if I, Long Gen, don’t have a bottom line, I can’t possibly kill all those uncles. If they say I’m a fellow sect member, I’ll admit it. It’s okay.
But among those uncles, my eldest brother is among them!Some of them are my masters who taught me kung fu!I can't even lay a finger on anyone I kill.
You killed them all, and now people are spreading rumors that I was the one who killed them, and my reputation has been completely ruined! "
Smith smiled disdainfully, "Fame? How much is fame worth?"
As he said this, he seemed to be angry, but this anger seemed to be directed more towards himself.
He clasped his hands behind his back and kept pacing around the room, gritting his teeth and twisting the muscles on his cheekbones.
He turned around several times before standing still and looking at Long Gen again.
"I'm not angry at you, I'm angry at myself. I saw the wrong person!
It's like investing in stocks or starting a company, but you made the wrong choice, found a bad stock, and found an idiot partner.
I thought your tradition was due to your caution, but now it seems that you are just stupid!Pedantic and stupid!
I told you before, we are not in a gang, there is no need to compete with who can fight better or who is more ruthless.
We are engaged in finance and politics. We have a lot of money, a lot of means, and reputation. What is the use of reputation?
When people chop you down, do they care about your reputation?It's all the same, only money is the most reliable, everything else is fake, remember what I say. "
After a pause, Smith came to his senses, coughed twice, and waved apologetically towards Long Gen.
"Oh, I take back what I just said. You don't need to remember anything. There is no need for us to talk about anything more."
"I know."
Long Gen nodded calmly, his face no longer full of joy or anger, just indifferent.
Then he bowed to Smith and said, "Now, can I go?"
"Where are you going?" Smith was a little surprised.
"You can go anywhere, it doesn't matter whether you take me to the execution hall or be hacked to death in the street."
Seeing Smith's serious expression, he added: "Don't worry, we are different from you foreign devils. We have moral integrity. I won't ask you to come out. Even if I say it, no one will believe it. You don't have to worry about this." ?”
Smith shook his head, "No, I'm not worried about that. What I'm worried about is that you're gone now. What will we do?"
"what?"
Long Gen turned his head and saw Masahito Yamamoto appearing in the room at some point.
He was leaning against the door frame, still in the same posture, with one hand exposed and the other hand inserted into his clothes, very relaxed.
Long Gen glanced at him and said, "Mr. Smith, what does this mean?"
The look on Smith's face became more serious at this time, as if he was really thinking about Long Gen.
"I said, you don't have to care about your own life, but I have to make plans for you."
He scratched his head and said, "How about this? Just treat this life as if we borrowed it from you?"
Long Gen sneered, "Borrowed it?"
The smile disappeared in an instant, and Long Gen's face began to stiffen again, and he couldn't help but have an ominous premonition.
Looking at Smith and then at Masahito Yamamoto, he said solemnly: "You want to rely on me to get to the top?"
Smith nodded, "To be precise, it is to let Yamamoto Masahito take over. As you know, He Lisheng is now leaderless..."
"impossible!"
Long Gen waved his hand violently, as if overturning something.
"If a Japanese person is asked to be the speaker, I, Long Gen, will be the first to refuse!"
As soon as the words came out, Long Gen himself was the first to feel strange: Yes, what's the use of saying I don't agree now?It's no longer my turn to talk to Li Sheng.
Seeing his expression, Smith said no more and just nodded to Yamamoto Masahito.
The Japanese warrior with white clothes and white hair took his other hand out of his clothes, held it in front of his chest, and walked slowly towards Long Gen.
"Is there anything else you want to explain?"
Long Gen glared at him, "No, although I, Long Gen, can't be said to be aboveboard in my life, I have nothing to regret. If you want to confess to someone, just kill him if you want. No need to dwell on it."
"only……"
He turned to look at Smith again with an indifferent expression, "The societies in Hong Kong and Kowloon are not as simple as you think, and we Tang people are not as useless as you think. If you want to control a beast, you must be prepared to be bitten by it. "
"It won't bother you anymore."
After Smith finished speaking, he walked to the balcony with the wine glass. At this moment, the moon had hidden behind the clouds.
(End of this chapter)