Zoro, who was unshaven and had a weathered look on his face, was surprised: "You seem to be very confident that you can handle the ghost hand."
Renn shook the red wine in the goblet with his palm and said coldly: "Marcello has already made a lot of complaints, and I don't know how many people want to tear him alive.
But after all, he is the leader of the underworld in the plains. Over the years, he has accumulated so much prestige that most people are really afraid to take action."
The strange hero Zolo raised his eyebrows. He tried to incite the crowd, but the effect was not good. There were many bystanders and few responders.
Because most people are oppressed, they do not want to resist on their own, but hope that others will stand up and seek justice for them while they watch from the sidelines.
"Then what are you going to do?" Zoro touched the beard on his chin and asked.
His grudge with Marcello is also very simple. The Skeleton Gang recently robbed some of his businessman friends, and several cowboys who were escorts were killed. Those few people had a deep friendship with him.
"To gather the mob together, you can't just stand in the square and shout a few words. Propaganda, momentum building, actors, inducements... all are indispensable." Lane said confidently.
Looking at those violent marches and demonstrations, if they want to be large-scale, they are definitely planned by someone.
Even if it is a street shopping promotion, people will distribute some flyers in advance and hire a few actors to enhance the atmosphere during the event.
When the atmosphere becomes lively, many people will start buying things in a daze, only to realize later that they spent so much money on impulse.
In Renn's view, Zolo's previous practice of standing in the middle of the town square and shouting for everyone to unite and defeat the traitors was very stupid.
The idea is fine, but the method is too simple and clumsy. If you want to arouse people's emotions, you need some tricks.
"We can do this, first..." Ren talked eloquently and slowly revealed the plan.
At first, Zoro was a little disapproving, but soon, the expression on his face became very exciting.
This plan is not complicated, but it is not effective against him, and it is very vicious.
He took a deep look at Ren and sighed: "I kind of understand why I can't play Marcello. It's because I'm too childish, and you are the ones who are really dirty."
Renn waved his hand very modestly: "No matter where, it all depends on the support of my peers."
"How will the benefits be distributed afterwards?" Zoro asked in a deep voice.
Asking this sentence shows that he believes that Rennes' plan can kill Marcelo.
With a slight smile, Renn took a sip of red wine: "You have 40%, I have 40%, and the remaining 20% is for Sigurd."
"No problem." Zoro replied after thinking for a while.
Although Renn did not show up throughout the entire episode, he was the one who planned the show after all, and was entitled to a 40% share.
And the mace of Sigurd, the boss of the Ax Gang, is still with Renn, and with what Renn said to him before, there is no fear that Sigurd will not come.
Because Sigg himself is also very ambitious, whether it is to get the mace back or to achieve his goal, he will come to Renn.
"When to act?"
"It's 4 o'clock today. We need some time to enhance the atmosphere and get the actors in place."
After everything was agreed upon, Ren didn't stay any longer. He glanced at the Skeleton Gang's station from the edge of the rooftop and showed a cold smile.
He turned around and walked away, and Zoro watched him go until his back disappeared around the corner of the street.
Zoro on the rooftop withdrew his gaze, sighed leisurely, and said to himself: "Marcello, you are unlucky this time."
When Ren returned to Little Widows Hospital, a slender, very muscular man was sitting in the lobby, and next to him stood a strong man with an afro.
At this moment, Sigg was restless, his energy and blood were floating, and his breathing was slightly heavy. He put his hands on his knees and kept rubbing his gray jeans with his fingers.
It wasn't that he was scared or nervous, but that someone was teasing him.
Shirley is wearing a pink nurse uniform with a very low neckline, a deep ravine, and a thrilling career line.
She leaned against the wall next to her, licking her seductive red lips, her eyes flowing, and her brows looking at Sig affectionately, shaking her beautiful legs in black stockings from time to time.
A charming and annoying little fairy.
Sigg couldn't control himself and secretly couldn't bear it. Wen Xi, his subordinate standing next to him, bowed slightly to hide the reaction of his lower body.
"I said, when did you change your taste? Don't you only like pretty boys?" Ren walked in angrily and looked at Shirley with a teasing look on his face.
Giving him a wink, Shirley pursed her lips and snickered, and said softly: "As long as the appearance is passable, only little girls like pretty boys, and experienced women like handsome men.
A strong body, powerful arms, and violent collisions can send people up to the clouds and make them forget themselves!"
"Bring Ugo up here for me."
Laughing dumbly, he gave an order and ignored the old Si Ji. Ren waved to Xi Ge and Wen Xi and led them to the second floor of the hospital.
When he arrived in his room, Renn handed Sigg a "script" written in handwriting that he stayed up late last night.
He looked at it carefully and was a little puzzled: "Is it that simple?"
Patting him on the shoulder, Ren chuckled: "That's all you need to do, don't worry about the rest, someone will arrange it.
Let me ask you, do you want to vote?"
While Shige was still deep in thought, Wen Xi snorted coldly: "You killed several of our brothers, and now you actually want us to cooperate?
Are you thinking too beautifully?"
Ren sneered and shrugged: "First of all, I'm not begging you, you are begging me!
Secondly, you came as bandits to rob the caravan, but ended up being killed because your skills were inferior to others. Do you still blame others for resisting too much?
Are you out of your mind?"
Unceremoniously slapped in the face, the strong man Wen Xi turned red with embarrassment and tried to make some excuses.
Sigg raised his hand to signal him to be quiet and exhaled a breath of hot breath.
Unlike the naive Wen Xi, Sigg still has some self-awareness in his heart, and those who kill will always be killed.
It is originally a business of licking blood with a knife, seeking wealth and killing, but you still expect all the people who were robbed to just surrender?
If Renne's side was not strong enough that time, the goods would have been snatched away, and the cowboys Garcia and Susanna might not have been able to escape unscathed.
"I have made this vote. According to your conditions, regardless of success or failure, the mace will be returned to me?" Xig said angrily.
"That's right." Ren crossed his arms and replied calmly.
He walked under the bed, took out the ferocious-looking mace, and handed it to him.
Sigg took it slightly excitedly and gently stroked the mace handle as if stroking his lover's thigh.
For him, the importance of this stick is second only to the one under his crotch, and it is a family heirloom.
Wen Xi was also very excited. The artifact from the Ax Gang was back!
When Ren saw this, he smiled and handed a piece of paper to the big man with one missing front tooth.
"Wen Xi, take it, this is your script, play it well!"
