Luo Jiuya's status in the Hong Gang is equivalent to that of an elder, but elders also report to the gang supervisor.
But with Luo Jiuya's strength, he could not take Ba Ye seriously. This time when he went to China, he did not obey the Hong Gang's control, which naturally made Ba Ye, the leader of the gang, very unhappy.
"Eighth Master, after all, Senior Luo is an expert martial artist and a good friend of the former gang leader. He has a very high status, so it is normal for him to be a little arrogant. After all, he is indeed very powerful."
The subordinate said respectfully from the side.
"Awesome? How powerful can it be? Can it be more powerful than our entire Hong Gang? He is just a high-level Martial King. He has been practicing in seclusion for many years, but he has never broken through to the Martial King level. He was blown to pieces under my cannon fire.
"
Ba Ye said disdainfully.
This is the headquarters of the Hong Gang, and there are thousands of Hong Gang's children stationed here. These people are all well-trained gangsters, and their combat effectiveness is comparable to that of mercenaries.
There are also important military facilities here, including various guns and even tanks. Although they are only light tanks, they are not something ordinary warriors can deal with.
The Hong Bang, on the other hand, can purchase weapons that are difficult for ordinary gangsters to obtain through arms dealers in the United States.
"Contact Luo Jiuya as soon as possible. I want to know how things are going. A mere Ye Qinghuan has wasted so much time. What a waste!"
Master Ba patted the table and said viciously.
After saying that, he stood up and left the meeting room.
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At this moment, Ye Qinghuan and the others were on a plane and had already headed to the United States.
Luo Jiuya's mood was very complicated. No matter what, he was from the Hong Gang after all.
Now he finally understood why Ye Qinghuan wanted to spare his life, not to let him be his younger brother, but to destroy the Hong Gang.
If anyone had dared to make bold statements about destroying the Hong Gang before, he would have regarded it as a big joke.
The Hong Gang's military strength is comparable to that of a small country in the third world, and is very terrifying.
But Luo Jiuya really couldn't see through the demon Ye Qinghuan. It was really terrifying to be able to create a thirty-year-old Martial Emperor at random.
Luo Jiuya couldn't imagine what amazing tricks this Ye Qinghuan had.
Different from Luo Jiuya's depression, Yu Lianxiong's eyes were filled with excitement. He knew that Ye Qinghuan went to destroy the Hong Gang all for himself.
If it weren't for him, Ye Qinghuan would not have taken over the hatred with the Hong Gang, although after Shao Jun died, Yu Lianxiong's revenge had been avenged.
But if the Hong Gang can be eliminated, Yu Lianxiong will still be very happy.
When the plane arrived in the United States, they did not leave the airport, but directly transferred to Mexico.
There are no direct flights from Qingcheng to Mexico, so they need to transfer to the United States.
Puebla, a famous city in Mexico, is famous for its cultural heritage of the Renaissance. Ye Qinghuan and the others got off the plane and strode into this city.
The purpose of Ye Qinghuan and the others' coming to this city is simple. This is the place closest to the headquarters of the Hong Gang. The headquarters of the Hong Gang is on a large mountain with no one nearby. The entire mountain has military defenses.
And this city also has one of the most important branches of the Hong Gang.
Hong Bang is the leader of this city.
Without any hesitation, under the leadership of Luo Jiuya, Ye Qinghuan rushed directly to the Hongbang branch.
Now that he has arrived in Puebla, Ye Qinghuan naturally wants to wipe out the Hong Gang strongholds here. Although he does not have time to wipe out all the Hong Gang's strongholds, Ye Qinghuan will not let go of the things he does casually.
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And at this moment.
In a villa estate in Puebla.
In the hall, a white man and a yellow man were sitting.
This yellow man was a little older, about fifty years old, with short hair and deep eyes. He was holding a cup of tea and took a sip, looking very relaxed and content.
The white man, about forty years old, stared at the yellow man with a gloomy expression.
"Cook, we are all old friends, don't be nervous, let's drink tea." The short-haired yellow man smiled slightly and said while leaning on the sofa.
"Li Tai, everyone is living in Puebla, do you have to kill them all?" the white man named Cook said in a deep voice.
What he spoke turned out to be the Chinese language, and he spoke it quite fluently.
"Kill them all? Sorry, Cook, I don't know what you are talking about. We are all friends." Li Tai said, leaning on the sofa.
"Li Tai, I don't want to beat around the bush with you. It's too troublesome for you Chinese people to talk. I just want to ask you, do you have to do this?"
Cook was obviously a little nervous and stared at Li Tai coldly.
Li Tai smiled slightly and said unhurriedly: "What, do you want to threaten me?"
"No, you have gone too far. The entire port of Puebla is controlled by your gang. This is already the biggest profit. Now you even have to compete with us for the entertainment venues in Puebla. This
He wants to fight us to the death!"
Cook said in a deep voice.
"You have to know that this is the territory of our Mexican people. What you do is really arrogant!"
"Arrogant?"
Li Tai sat up all of a sudden, a sneer suddenly appeared on his wrinkled face, and then slowly approached Cook.
"I'm just arrogant. What do you want to do to me? Why, do you, the Black Snake Gang, want to provoke our Hong Gang?"