Ximen Lang is very satisfied with this place. He feels that he can gather his younger brothers here in the future, and everyone can train and so on, and gradually grow in power, and even go out of Nanfeng High School and infiltrate Heshuo City.
"Yongguang, have those people from your Mad God Society expressed their opinions? How many of you are willing to join our Julang Gang?" As early as the moment Pu Yongguang surrendered, Ximen Lang ordered him to recruit those from the Mad God Society and make them stronger.
My own giant wave gang.
Pu Yongguang said: "Except for the seven or eight members who do not want to join the Julang Gang, the rest are willing to follow me. There are forty-nine people in total. I copied a list with their contact numbers. This
Here you go." He took out a square piece of paper from his pocket and handed it over.
Ximen Lang opened it, took a look, and praised: "Very good, this thing is done very well, with people like you joining in, the Julang Gang has become a large organization with more than a hundred people, and we have grown a lot.
He folded the list again and put it in his pocket, and said: "It's okay now anyway. I still have some money in my pocket. Let's go out and buy some controlled knives and stuff, store them here, and save them for future wars with other organizations."
Use it when you need it.”
Several other core figures agreed, and followed him out of the warehouse, locked the iron door, and rode motorcycles to the nearby city. The six people first went to the hardware and daily miscellaneous store and bought thirty watermelon knives. Han
The fat man also spotted an extra-large axe, and said, "Brother Lang, this guy is easy to use. I want this."
Ximen Lang smiled and said, "Take it, I'll buy it for you to use."
Fatty Han glanced around, then picked up the two-meter-long iron chain and said, "Brother Lang, what do you think if I tie this iron chain to the axe? It must be very lethal, right? It can be used if necessary.
Throw it out."
Ximenlang thought for a while and said, "This is a good idea, but this ax needs to be improved. The handle is replaced with iron, the outside is wrapped with rubber, and an iron ring is welded on the back, and the iron chain can be connected to it. It becomes
into a unique weapon."
Fatty Han nodded frequently, "You're right, let's do it this way. My third uncle is a fitter and can also weld, so I'll ask him to help me do this."
The shop owner ordered two bags, put these things into the bags and tied them up. He hired a half truck and threw them into the carriage. Liang Simo got on the truck and gave instructions. The group went to the steel market again and Ximen Lang bought
I bought 30 steel pipes and asked the seller to cut them into one-meter-long sections with a toothless saw. There were 180 steel pipes in total. They were bundled ten by one and put into the truck.
After purchasing these things, three motorcycles led the truck back to the warehouse and unloaded all the things. After Ximenlang paid the fare, he said, "Move them all inside, and don't let anyone see them."
Xuanyuan Mo and others moved those things into the warehouse, and the iron pipes were piled together. However, the bag containing the watermelon knives was untied, and everyone took one out and started chopping in the air as a joke.
Ronnie said with emotion: "It's guaranteed to be fun to kill people with this knife, and you'll see blood with just one stab."
Ximenlang shook his head and said with a smile: "This is just the most basic knife. It is suitable for students to fight. Because the knife is very light, it can only cause skin trauma when cut. It basically cannot kill people. It is more lethal than a spear or a dog-leg knife.
Elbow knives and machetes are far behind, those are the sharp weapons for killing people."
After a group of people had fun for a while, Ximen Lang made arrangements for Xuanyuan Mo to go to a location near the Longteng Hotel and set up an ambush there at night. If a signal for rescue was received, breaking the window with a wine bottle would mean there was a change, and he would immediately receive the request.
People came to support.
Xuanyuan Mo agreed and rode out on his motorcycle to the Longteng Hotel to observe the terrain.
Ximenlang took out a wad of money, found thirty hundred-dollar bills, handed them to Fatty Han and said, "You guys can buy some cooked food and beer and let some brothers come over and eat here later so that you can join the action in the evening."
Fatty Han agreed and said, "It would be great if we had a car. It would make everything easier."
Ximenlang chuckled and said, "That's right. I'll look for an opportunity to get one in the next two days."
Fatty Han and the others went out. More than an hour later, they hired a small truck and came back. There were ten boxes of beer, smoked chicken, sausage, ham and other cooked food on it. Everyone moved together to move it into the warehouse.
After a while, Xuanyuan Mo, who had understood the terrain well, also rushed back, and several people started making phone calls, asking some capable gang members to come here.
At half past four, more than twenty members of the Julang Gang came to the warehouse to meet. Everyone sat happily on the floor, drinking and talking. Because they had something to do in the evening, Ximen Lang only allowed them to drink one bottle of beer each, not much.
Drink to avoid getting into trouble.
An hour later, after eating and drinking, Xuanyuan Mo and other key members distributed watermelon knives to each member. Ximen Lang then announced that there would be an action that night, maybe killing people, and explained some matters that needed attention. After the arrangements were made, he walked out
Warehouse, hailed a taxi and went to the appointment.
Qiu Longyu was sitting in the largest private room of Longteng Hotel, with more than a dozen members of the Prince Gang standing behind him. He tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table, quietly waiting for the arrival of various princes.
When it was still five minutes to six o'clock, several leaders of Nanfeng High School entered the hotel surrounded by their younger brothers. They were the boss of the Fire Party, Ma Yihong, the boss of Tianlong Hall, Long Feiyu, and the boss of Qingyun Club, Bu Qingyun.
He led me down to the private room, where a total of more than ten boys were waiting outside the door.
Qiu Longyu stood up and greeted warmly, "Boss Ma, Feiyu, Qingyun, you are all here, please sit down quickly."
The three people hummed in response and sat down respectively. Qiu Longyu ordered: "Pour the tea." A dignified-looking waiter hurriedly stepped forward and filled the teacups in front of the three people with fragrant tea.
Ma Yihong and Qiu Longyu were both Nanfeng's first tyrants, and they never dealt with them very much. They picked up the tea cup and took a sip and said: "Boss Long, you didn't just call us here just for a meal, what else?"
Can you just tell me what’s going on?”
Qiu Longyu looked at the gold Rolex watch on his wrist. It was still two minutes to six o'clock. He smiled and said: "Wait a moment, there is another friend who is not here."
Long Feiyu glanced at the people present, smiled, and said: "All the leaders of Nanfeng High School are here. I think there are two people who are qualified to be invited. One is Xue Guangdong from the Mad God Society.
, and the other one is Xuanyuan Mo from Feihutang."
Bu Qingyun said disapprovingly: "Xue Guangdong's leg was broken, so he probably won't be able to come. As for Feihutang, a new boss has been replaced, a boy named Ximen Lang. I guess he is the one Boss Long is waiting for, right?"
Qiu Longyu smiled and nodded, "Yes, Qingyun is still smart, he is the one I am waiting for."
A chuckle came from outside the door, "Are you waiting for me? I'm here." The door was pushed open and a handsome young man walked in.