The car drove around Pingcheng and drove all the way to the river mouth. Mo Rusheng told Zhou Yang that this river was called Nanjiang and was a river of faith for the Korean people.

Finding a high place, Mo Lao asked the car to stop. Standing here, you can almost see the full picture of the Pingcheng. In normal times, ordinary tourists cannot set foot here.

But Mr. Mo has a special identity and has received some special treatment in North Korea. Many local militias on the side silently let them go after seeing the license plate.

The driver did not follow, only Zhou Yang and Mo Rusheng stood side by side.

Standing at the mouth of the river, Mr. Mo took a deep breath. The temperature here was lower than that in the capital. As the heat was released, Mr. Mo said.

"Master Zhou, I don't understand why you joined the Hongmen of North Korea, and you also have a hidden identity. Although it won't be too much trouble for me, I still hope that you will communicate with me more before doing things."

"Think about it now, I am willing to help you join us, not only because I have inherited Lao Geng's favor, but also because of Master Zhou's identity. Whether it is your strength or the relationship between Huaxia Dragon Ya, I have no reason to refuse."

"But since I'm here, Master Zhou can rest assured that as long as I can help, you can just speak."

Mo Rusheng is actively showing kindness to Zhou Yang, and also telling Zhou Yang that he can be trusted.

Mo Rusheng was a little puzzled along the way. So far, he still didn't know what Zhou Yang wanted to do. Even if he revealed his relationship with Geng Weihai more than once, he could not let Zhou Yang give up a little news.

"Mr. Mo, don't think too much. I'm not worried about anyone. It's just that what I want to do can easily implicate others. I don't know that there are benefits that I don't know." Zhou Yang said with a modified national face with a relaxed expression.

Of course, he knew Mo Rusheng's character. There were not many people who could make Geng Weihai have a heart-to-heart relationship, and Geng Weihai could also be regarded as one of Zhou Yang's few friends.

"Haha, is Master Zhou too rude? In North Korea, I still have some ability. Even if you tell me now that you want to kill the head of our Hongmen Club, I won't find it strange." Mo Rusheng shook his head with a smile.

"Hmm? What does Mr. Mo mean?" Mo Rusheng's verbs finally aroused Zhou Yang's curiosity.

"The Hongmen Association is naturally very mysterious in the eyes of ordinary people, but when you reach a certain position, you can find that it is actually just that. The most important reason why the Hongmen Association can attract the attention of the whole world is its special nature. In other words, the complex network of relationships has become the foundation of the Hongmen Association."

"We must form our own system, but we cannot destroy the rules of the country, nor can we operate according to the nature of the country." Mo Rusheng gave Zhou Yang a thorough analysis of the nature of the Hongmenhui in just a few short sentences.

"Can Mr. Mo explain it more clearly?" Although Zhou Yang learned some details about the Hongmen Association from Huaxia, he was actually not as clear as Mo Rusheng, an old man who had been in the club for decades.

"The nature of the Hongmen Association is a community, so it cannot be separated from the most fundamental rules. Here, as long as you have money, someone, and have strong enough power, as long as you do not touch the fundamental interests of the Hongmen Association, you can be superior."

"In Hongmen Association, internal strife is common. Perhaps this is the case in any organization. But I just said that the reason why Hongmen Association is strong is not because of individuals, but the relationship network. In other words, you can kill someone, but it is difficult to kill a relationship chain. So I joked with you. Even if you want to change the leader, I don't find it strange, haha."

Mo Ru's voice speaks without saying anything.

"So there is still this thing..." Zhou Yang turned his eyes to the river and murmured to himself, "Old Mo, since I have said this, I have a request."

"But it's okay."

"I hope Mr. Mo can sort out the internal network of Hongmen Association as soon as possible..."

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The headquarters of the North Korean Guohongmen Association is set up in a manor in the suburbs of Pingcheng. It is ordinary and similar to the Chinese-style farm.

Zhou Yang was quite surprised when he came here. He never thought that the large-scale club branch that is well-known internationally would be in such a place.

The manor is not particularly large, with several small foreign buildings with a strong sense of age interspersed around the manor. Compared with the general environment of North Korea, it is unique.

The driver drove into the main entrance and walked around for a few turns to the lobby in the middle of the manor. However, before the car stopped, he could hear the noise.

"Stop and see what's going on." Mo Rusheng ordered the driver.

Through the car window, Zhou Yang also saw that there seemed to be a group of people in the main hall.

"Mr. Mo is back."

"Oh, it's Mr. Mo, everyone let me go..."

"I've seen Mr. Mo."

"I've seen Mr. Mo."

"Hello Mo Lao..."

Mo Rusheng got off the car and attracted everyone's attention. Mo Rusheng was quite prestigious among the group of people. When he saw him, the scene immediately became quiet.

Zhou Yang followed closely behind and saw many people crowding in the hall.

The four leaders sat quietly on the chair of the Grand Master. After seeing Mo Rusheng, they quickly stood up and bowed to greet him.

A man was kneeling in the middle of the lobby. What made Zhou Yang feel strange was that this person was dressed in extraordinary clothes and looked handsome, and did not look like an ordinary person. How could he kneel here?

"Huh? Xiaofei, what are you doing here for kneeling?" Mo Rusheng recognized the person who was kneeling and said in confusion, "What's the point of getting up and kneeling here? Let your father know where that old face is put!"

"Uncle Mo, I hope you can help me decide. I want to marry Yue'er." The man still knelt on the ground, looking determined, and looked up at Mo Rusheng.

"What? Did I hear it wrong when I was old? You have the will to say it again!" Mo Rusheng's face suddenly changed and he looked at Xiaofei incredibly.

"I want to marry Yue'er..."

"Pa" Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, Mo Rusheng suddenly slapped Xiaolin, who was kneeling on the ground.

"Nonao, Nonao! How many years have you been married? How many years have you been married? What are you going to marry? Are you having a brain problem? I feel ashamed for you." Mo Ru laughed and pointed at Xiao Fei's fingers and kept shaking.

"It's scattered, it's scattered, it's all gone, what's the best thing to look like?" After saying that, Mo Rusheng pointed at the surroundings again and dispersed all the onlookers.

Three of the four people standing next to the Grand Master's chair looked at another old man from time to time, and his expression could be seen holding his smile.

After waiting for the people to leave, Mo Rusheng asked the four elders of the Hongmen Society in anger, "Tell me, what's going on?"
Chapter completed!