Chapter 438 Crow Conference

The next night, although it was cold and dark, the Wangjiang Tower was brightly lit.

There are more than 30 underworld elder brothers in Mingjiang who are still on the top of the list. There are five tables filled with a table of seven people. Hot dishes, red wine and white wine are already on the table.

But no one moved their chopsticks, and they all discussed the theme of tonight cautiously, trying to test the attitude of their colleagues towards the conference.

Although Crow talks about reminiscing about the old and maintaining the underground order of Mingjiang, everyone can guess that he wants to unite with various gangs and pull out the tenacious and tough Flying Dragon Gang together.

In the past, in order not to offend the crows, these bosses would definitely step on the Flying Dragon Gang, but today is different.

The Flying Dragon Gang didn't know what stimulant they had taken. Not only did they hold onto the axe to help suppress them, but also inflicted heavy damage on the crows from time to time.

The attack on the eighty-two gold villas and the exposure of the human trafficking warehouse caused great damage to the reputation of the Axe Gang, and also caused the Mingjiang Underworld to re-examine the strength of the Flying Dragon Gang.

This kind of evenly matched situation is at least unclear, for the bosses of all parties, it is definitely better to stand on the sidelines.

Besides, even if the crows are promised to deal with the Flying Dragon Gang together, they may not have the benefits promised by the Axe Gang afterwards. Everyone knows that the crows are moody and might even annex themselves.

Therefore, many people prefer the existence of the Flying Dragon Gang, which can also attract the firepower of the Axe Gang.

Just thinking about it in my heart, the crow invitation is still coming, no one wants to be the crow's punching bag, even if you don't do it, you have to choose a good reason.

"Everyone came early enough."

Just as everyone was turning various thoughts, a group of men in black walked in, each with an axe hidden in his waist, and the crow was the leader.

He was dressed in black, and was indescribably gloomy. Behind the crow was the indifferent lady knife. She kept the crow safe without a word.

The crow waved his hand to greet everyone: "It seems that you also want to kill Liang Xiucai in your heart."

The dozens of bosses sneered, but didn't know how to respond.

The crow walked to a table, pulled over the roast suckling pig placed in the middle, picked up the axe and chopped it bang-bang, gravy splashing everywhere:

"You are all smart people. Calling you tonight, you should be able to guess what I mean, that is to deal with Liang Xiucai together."

"I heard that you came half an hour ago, how about? After talking for so long, would you like to cooperate with my Axe Gang?"

"I'll take the lead. I will send out five hundred people to fight the Flying Dragon Gang, and you will have fifty people to help each. Afterwards, I will divide the site and property equally with you."

"The crow is produced, the young man is not deceived."

The crow picked up a large piece of crispy meat and bit into it: "If you are willing, stand on my side and eat meat, if you don't want it, stay there."

"Don't worry, there will be thunder today, I won't kill people."

He carried the axe in a circle: "Come and tell me your choice."

More than 30 bosses looked at each other, and the cronies behind them were all on guard. Everyone knew that crows were moody, so the choice was a matter of life and death. [Zero↑9△small↓say△net]

"Crow, I really want to fight with you, kill the flying dragons, and then divide their territory together."

A gray-clothed old man who was over half a hundred years old stood up, with a flattering smile on his face:

"But we have more than a hundred brothers. We are more than conservative, but not enterprising. In addition, I am old. This time, I won't be mixed up? But I still support you. I donate 5 million."

The gray-clothed old man came here clearly, and immediately took out the check after he finished speaking, and wrote five million with a bang, and asked a cron to give it to the crow.

The gray-clothed old man thinks it is worthwhile to buy one for five million.

"Lao Hong is Lao Hong, sentimental and righteous, unable to do anything, but also paying."

The crow took the check, slapped it a few times, making a clatter, and then slowly came forward with an axe:

"But will five million be too little? The current price of goods costs at least ten million for one person to settle down. Elder Hong gave me this half, is it slap me in the face, or are you too poor?"

The gray-clothed old man's tone was choked: "This—crow, how much do you think I support you?"

"Say that everyone will work on Liang Xiucai together. Naturally, we have to do our best. Otherwise, what is the alliance? How can Liang Xiucai be afraid?"

The crow picked up the axe, and everyone said, "As I said, you will join 50 people each. If you have any difficulties, you can use money instead."

"One ten million, fifty, five hundred million."

When the voice fell, the gray-clothed old man's face changed, and he subconsciously let out a cry: "Crow, you are too much, five hundred million, can you speak out?"

The crow grinned: "I didn't say that it would cost 500 million. You can have 50 people. I have always been fair."

"Fifty people, no, five hundred million, and none."

Five hundred million is almost the life of the gray-clothed old man: "I only have five million. If I want to accept it, don't save it..."

"flutter!"

Before I finished speaking, I saw the knife lady appearing in front of the gray-clothed old man, the knife light flashed, and with a swish, the gray-clothed old man's head flew out.

A column of blood also sprayed out.

The head turned over ten meters before hitting the wall and falling, and then Gu Lulu bounced into the middle of the hall, blood stained, and many people screamed.

Lord Hong's eyes protruded until he died, and he obviously didn't believe that the crow would kill him.

"Wow!"

There was another sharp sound, several of the old man's cronies were also killed by the axe gang without hesitation, and the hall was instantly filled with blood.

Many bosses wanted to take their men to flee, but found that the black-pressed axe helped the crowd block all the way, the axe Huohuo.

They did not dare to use force and were eventually forced to return to the table.

One person tremblingly shouted: "Crow, what are you doing?"

"There are no five hundred million, no fifty people, such an ally, what do you keep?"

The crow pulled directly to wipe the blood stains, then picked up a few sliced ​​roasted pigs and shook them:

"And Lord Hong is already old. Not only can he not eat roast pork, he still wastes food alive, no, the air is **** waste, for the sake of Mingjiang's more harmonious development, killing him will have no harm."

"One more thing, I will distribute his property to everyone, and in the future, I will distribute the property of the Flying Dragon Gang to you."

"Don't worry, I won't swallow it alone, and I'm not such a person."

"Furthermore, if you kill you, Mingjiang will be left with me and Dai Hulang. How boring."

As soon as this was said, the dissatisfaction of the crowd dissipated for most of the time, and there was unspeakable greed in their eyes: "Crow, is this true?"

The crow didn't answer directly, only the roasted meat that he had bitten in his hand, and his hoarse voice suddenly stretched: "Who wants to eat meat with me?"

"I!"

More than 30 people rushed in, roasting meat and axe. Smart people always know how to choose.

At this time, a black-clothed man whispered against the knife lady's ear: "The fish is on the bait."

The wind outside has become colder again.

At this time, Ye Tianlong and Canshou were taking advantage of the black and high winds to observe the Jiuzhong Garden with a telescope at a commanding height with a wide view in the middle of the mountain.

Although Nalanba changed a few places and was still fictitious, Ye Tianlong still found this place.

A hundred meters apart, they seem to be within reach.

Ye Tianlong, who had been resting for a day, didn't forget to kill Nalanba, so he came here to step on it with his hand.

Just as Ye Tianlong was holding a pen to draw a sketch, a text message flooded in, and he narrowed his eyes and glanced at it:

"Snow Wolf has action tonight?