"No matter you were a brother of the Mad Dog Gang or a brother of the Blood Wolf Gang in the past; from today on, you are all brothers of the Blood Killing Society!" Zhang Xiaoming's voice was sonorous, persistent and resounding!
"Brother! Brother! Brother!"
"From now on, when you are alive, you are members of the Blood Killing Guild; when you die, you are the ghosts of the Blood Killing Guild!" Zhang Xiaoming said, and he was also thinking about another sentence in his heart, "In this life, he will only follow the orders of his master.
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"Brothers, there is no one else. We share the same burdens and share the blessings!"
"The rules of the Blood Killing Guild are that you are not allowed to betray the Blood Killing Guild. Violators will die!"
"You are not allowed to betray your brothers. Anyone who violates this will die!"
"Brothers are not allowed to kill each other. Anyone who violates this will be killed!"
"You are not allowed to reveal your favors or embezzle property. Violators will be killed!"
"You are not allowed to sell poisonous powder. Violators will be punished with three swords and six holes..."
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Zhang Xiaoming said a total of ten gang rules in a cold voice, eight of which ended with only one cold word: death!
The words "death" one after another made the members of the Blood Killing Society stay silent, and the air-conditioning rushed from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads. When Zhang Xiaoming said that he was not allowed to sell drugs, there was a whisper below, and the whispers all came from the members of the original Blood Wolf Gang, because
The Mad Dog Gang has never sold drugs...
"If there are any more dissenters, they will be supported by ten sticks!"
Zhang Xiaoming's cold voice came out, and the whispers immediately fell into silence!
"Please invite Mr. Guan!" Zhang Xiaoming shouted, and a statue of Mr. Guan made of gold was invited out!
"Place incense and bow three times!"
Zhang Xiaoming took Chen Laohu and Luo Bei to offer incense to Mr. Guan. He kowtowed three times to the sound of "one bow, two bows, three bows." The gang below, all dressed in black suits, bowed in unison.
Three times.【】
Then, Zhang Xiaoming turned around and shouted again: "Shame on the blood!"
Immediately, someone took a bowl and placed it in front of Zhang Xiaoming. Zhang Xiaoming took out a sharp knife and made a deep cut on his index finger. Blood flowed for a full minute; then, it was Chen Laohu and Luo Bei again...
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Below, there were twenty people holding bowls, and asked thousands of people to cut blood into the bowls one by one. Then, they poured all the blood in the bowl into the big wine vat in front and mixed it with the wine!
After the blood of thousands of people was all melted into the wine vat, there were special accomplices who poured the blood wine into bowls, starting with Zhang Xiaoming, and distributed it to every accomplice!
When everyone held a bowl of blood wine in their hands, Zhang Xiaoming raised the blood wine with both hands and shouted: "Drink up this bowl of blood, and we will be brothers of life and death in the Blood Killing Society!"
"Blood Killing Society!"
"Brothers of life and death!"
Thousands of people came to drink together!
"Done!"
Zhang Xiaoming raised his head and drank it all in one gulp; after everyone had finished drinking, Zhang Xiaoming slammed the bowl on the ground. Then, thousands of bowls fell together, and the sound of banging and banging resounded all over the place...