A burly middle-aged man stared gloomily at the Beggar Clan disciple who was reporting below, holding a scrawled letter in his hand. Behind him were two men with angry expressions, one behind him on the left and the other on the right.
A position.
At this time, there were about a hundred Beggar Clan disciples standing quietly on the left and right sides of the hall, with indignation on their faces. Listening to the continuous reports from the disciples below, the middle-aged man standing on the high platform also had an expression on his face.
It's getting harder and harder to look at.
Finally, he punched the fire rack next to him.
There was a loud "boom", and the fire rack half a man high was smashed away by his punch. The fire disk bounced on the ground, and many sparks jumped to the ground and spread around. A group of Beggar Clan disciples were trying to avoid it.
It was a little spark that got on the trouser leg, but no one said anything. They just patted the spark on their leg casually, and then looked at the middle-aged man on the high platform.
"That's unreasonable! When did our Beggar Gang fall to the point of being ridden over our heads! Old gang leader Hong is still alive! Who is this thief!? I am really angry! This thief is so courageous!
"
The middle-aged man had an unusually strong temper. He didn't stop punching the fire rack, but he still punched the table eucalyptus behind him one after another, until the huge eucalyptus was smashed into pieces before he stopped.
At this time, he was panting and staring at the silent disciples below, and shouted: "Is there any survivor in the gang that day!?"
"Yes." The disciple who knelt down to report turned pale, and then responded quickly.
"Where is he?!" The middle-aged man sat astride the collapsed table and stared at the next disciple with his head deeply pressed between his arms.
"Back to the chief helmsman, the surviving brother has rushed to Xiangyang to report to Gang Leader Huang."
This middle-aged man is Wang Wencheng, the chief rudder of the Beggar Clan, and the two men behind him are Jing Liren, the left guardian of the chief rudder, and Pang Xiu, the right guardian of the chief rudder. The three of them rushed to western Hunan under Huang Rong's order a month ago. They said they were there.
With the news about Master Yideng, this matter is of great importance, and those who go forward need to have a certain degree of strength.
Wang Wencheng's martial arts skills were not inferior to those of the current gang leader Lu You, but he was just not qualified enough. Then as expected, he was personally appointed by Huang Rong to go there. Unexpectedly, when he led the team to western Hunan, it was in vain. I don't know who faked the news to distract the beggars.
Help the main force.
Not only in western Hunan, news of Yideng came from many places. Although the Beggar Gang has a big business and is known as the largest gang in the world, with the largest number of people, there are only a few who are powerful, and all of them have been dispatched.
Afterwards, the main rudder hall naturally faced the embarrassing situation of being left behind and empty.
This morning, Wang Wencheng led his team back to the main helm. As soon as he entered the door, he heard the bad news. Half a month ago, when the helmsmen and elders of their group were dispatched one after another, Tao was located not far from the main helm.
Lintangkou was actually served with a pot.
This was obviously the enemy's plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain. Wang Wencheng had been unhappy with Lu Youjiao for many years. He believed that his martial arts and strategy were far superior to the opponent's. He was even more critical of Huang Rong's promotion of Lu Youjiao to the position of gang leader.
In fact, there are not many people in the Beggar Clan who are convinced by Lu Youji, because this person is really too mediocre. He has just hung around Huang Rong for many years and worked hard for her family. He is Huang Rong's closest friend in the Beggar Clan.
Just a person.
Not to mention all the eight Nine Pocket Elders, at least half of them were dissatisfied with Huang Rong, let alone Lu Youjiao. However, that woman was a close disciple of Hong Qigong, and she had a husband with unparalleled magical powers.
The author also has a father who is one of the five unique talents.
To sum up, this is the important factor for Huang Rong to secure her position in the Beggar Clan. If these relationships are put aside, how can Huang Rong, a young woman, be the leader of hundreds of thousands of people in the Beggar Clan?
?
It's just that the relationship is strong and the background is strong.
At this time, after hearing the report from his subordinates, Wang Wencheng held a piece of broken wood and rubbed it carefully with his fingers, a look of ridicule appeared on his face, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised and he hummed: "Oh, Gang Leader Huang, this woman is still so annoying even after she abdicated.
It’s really pitiful for Lu Youjiao to be a puppet leader in name only.”
Wang Wencheng's words can be described as treacherous. You must know that any gang is taboo against the following. Now he has not only criticized the former gang leader Huang Rong, but also demoted the current gang leader Lu Youjiao. If someone with intentions reports him, Wang Wencheng will
Most of them will be executed with sticks, and they will inevitably suffer physical and physical pain. Even if he is the chief helmsman, he will not be spared, because this is a gang rule established by the founder of the Beggar Gang, and no one can be exempted from it.
But now there were at least a hundred people in the room. Those standing in the front row naturally heard his soliloquy, but no one's expression changed, as if they were used to hearing it, and the two guardians behind him turned a deaf ear.
Wang Wencheng did not shy away from this at all. It can be seen that these people are all his cronies, and the guardians Jing Liren and Pang Xiu are his cronies. They are his personal bodyguards, confidants and personal assistants responsible for Wang Wencheng's personal safety.
"Have any of the surviving brothers seen the perpetrator?"
After complaining slightly, Wang Wencheng glanced at the disciple in front of him again.
"Go back to the chief helmsman, yes!"
"Oh, where is this person from? What is his surname? What is his family and sect?"
"This disciple doesn't know."
"I don't know?" Wang Wencheng's tone of voice was a little higher, which frightened the half-kneeling disciple. His words were also unreasonable: "Back to the chief helmsman, that man was wearing a mask that day and did not speak in a real way.
Show your grace."
“What kind of mask?”
"I heard from that brother that it's a weird fox mask."
"Fox mask" Wang Wencheng tapped his fingers lightly on the broken wood, and then murmured to himself: "Why does it look familiar?"
Just when he was lost in thought, another urgent message came from the door: "Chief helmsman! Mr. Wu, the disciple of Master Yideng, wants to see you!"
"Oh Wu Santong, please come quickly." Wang Wencheng interrupted his thoughts, temporarily suppressed the mask issue, and waved his hand.
"yes!"
Soon, under the leadership of two Beggar Clan disciples, an anxious-looking Wu Santong entered the inner hall and immediately saw the table that had been beaten to pieces. However, he only glanced at it and then rushed towards Wang who was standing on the high platform.
Wen Cheng cupped his hands and said, "Master Wang!"
"Mr. Wu."
The two met politely, but before Wu Santong could say anything, Wang Wencheng asked curiously: "Does Mr. Wu have something important to do here?"
"Yes! We have found out the whereabouts of our respected master, but there is something fishy. The three of us brothers are weak and we would like to ask for help from your gang." Wu Santong went straight to the point.
"Oh, is the whereabouts of Master Yideng?" Wang Wencheng was not surprised. Wu Santong came to visit him because of this incident. However, now the news about Yideng is spreading like crazy, and nine out of ten news are false.
Yes, it's a waste of energy. Didn't he just make a wasted trip to Xiangxi?
Naturally, he wasn't worried about this, but he didn't want to be too perfunctory, so he added: "How did you get this news? Is it true?"
After Wu Santong heard this, he could only patiently recount the process. Wang Wencheng listened quietly and noticed something was wrong. Then without saying much, he waved to call the disciples: "Young men! Follow Mr. Wu for a ride."
After saying that, he did not follow, but appointed two guardians to follow him. Although Wu Santong was a little dissatisfied with this, after all, this was their territory, so he could only suppress these emotions in his heart.
Looking at the sparse flow of people rushing out, Wang Wencheng sat quietly on the broken tree, his eyes were contemptuous, and he sneered: "Huh, another pustule."