Chu Li shook his head: "No, I have to defeat him!"
"Zhao Dahe!" Guo Shan's eyes widened: "We are all brothers in the gang, do we want to beat him to death?"
"If he doesn't beg for mercy, I'll beat him to death!" Chu Li gritted his teeth and hummed, "It depends on whether he is tough on his words or tough on his life!"
While he was talking, he was still working hard on his feet.
"You're too arrogant, I'll deal with you!" A thin young man jumped out, rushed to Chu Li, and punched him in the jaw.
Chu Li reached out and grabbed his wrist, twisting it outward.
"Ah!" The thin young man screamed and fell down.
Chu Li waved his hand, and the thin young man flew three meters away and landed heavily on the ground.
Chu Li turned his head and glanced at the more than a hundred people who were about to move, and said loudly: "Who else is dissatisfied!"
"Zhao Dahe, please release your foot first, and then step on it, it will really kill someone!" Guo Shan shouted, pointing to He Yingju on the ground.
He Yingju's face was purple at this time, his mouth was wide open, and his chest was stepped on so hard that he couldn't breathe. He wanted to scream for help but couldn't make a sound. Despair and fear swallowed him up, making him struggle harder, but it was in vain.
Chu Li lowered his head to look at him and hummed: "He's not dead yet!"
"Zhao Dahe!" Guo Shan lowered his face and said angrily: "If you really kill someone, will you be expelled from the gang?"
Chu Li released his foot angrily and kicked him out again, bumping into the skinny young man.
He Yingju opened his mouth wide, inhaling greedily, and opened his mouth even wider.
Chu Li turned to look at the others: "How is it? Is there anyone else who is dissatisfied?"
Everyone frowned and stared at him angrily, but they didn't bother themselves.
Those who are strong in martial arts feel that it is not worth fighting against such a heartless person and have lost their identity in vain. Those who are weak in martial arts know that they are no match and do not want to humiliate themselves.
Chu Li said triumphantly: "It seems that there is no one to dissatisfy!"
Deputy gang leader Meng Ya shook his head with a smile: "That's nonsense. Well, that's settled. Lord Guo Xiang, I hope you can lead your twenty brothers to make another meritorious deed today!"
"Yes!" Guo Shan clasped his fists hard.
Meng Ya waved his hand: "Business about your business."
He turned and left the martial arts training ground and returned to a small courtyard.
Everyone dispersed and continued practicing.
Chu Li came to Guo Shan and said with a smile: "How about it, Master Guo Xiang!"
Guo Shandao: "How many people have you offended now!"
"What's the point!" Chu Li curled his lips and said, "I don't even pay attention to these trashes!... When are we going to kill Feng Changwen?"
"There's no rush." Guo Shan shook his head.
Chu Li frowned: "Why are you not in a hurry? If Feng Changwen doesn't kill him, I wonder what trouble will happen!"
"This is the gang leader's concern. Let's just listen and don't think too much!" Guo Shan walked to a small courtyard on crutches.
The courtyard was very clean and empty at this time.
Chu Li followed him in: "Why is there no one?"
"They are all practicing," Guo Shan said, looking at every corner of the small courtyard.
He used to be Wu Xiangzhu's subordinate and stayed here. He was very familiar with every corner here. But now it seemed that the familiar scenery suddenly became unfamiliar. The scenery did not change. What changed was his state of mind.
Chu Li snorted: "It seems they are still not convinced, so they beat me lightly!"
"Fistes cannot solve all problems!" Guo Shan waved his hands and said, "Dahe, you have to restrain your temper."
Chu Li snorted: "I can't restrain myself, I can't help it!"
"You..." Guo Shan gave up his desire to persuade again and said: "Don't make it too much, after all, we still eat from the same pot!"
"Then it depends on whether they know what's interesting!" Chu Li curled his lips and said, "A bunch of tough-talking idiots!"
The two came to the main hall, and Guo Shan sat on the Grand Master's chair in the center, showing a proud smile. He had finally reached this point, and he had climbed so hard just for this day!
Chu Li hummed: "Lao Guo, are you happy now?"
"I didn't expect to be the incense master. I thought my life was over." Guo Shan sighed and said, "Being the incense master once means that my life has not been in vain."
"Lao Guo, your ambition is too low. What does the Xiang Master mean? At least you have to be the Gang Leader!"
"Shut up!" Guo Shan was startled, looked around and shouted in a low voice: "You are crazy, you dare to say this!"
Chu Li said carelessly: "What's wrong, haven't you ever thought about becoming a gang leader?"
"No!" Guo Shan hurriedly waved his hand: "Okay, okay, let's not talk about this!"
"Okay, let's talk about Feng Changwen!"
"Forget it Feng Changwen!"
While the two were talking, eight people came in and saw Guo Shan sitting on the Grand Master's chair. They cupped their fists and saluted: "Master of Incense!"
Guo Shan showed a kind smile: "You can just call me Lao Guo like before!"
"The etiquette cannot be discarded, the owner of the incense is the owner of the incense." Eight people shook their heads.
Chu Li secretly laughed hypocritically.
Guo Shan no longer forced himself and said with a smile: "Just keep everything as usual. Everyone is busy with their own business. If you need anything solved, just come to me."
"Yes, Incense Master!" The eight of them agreed and retreated.
After the eight of them exited, eight more came in soon, clasped their fists in salute, and called the incense owner.
Guo Shan exchanged a few cordial words and asked them to go about their business.
By noon, the remaining four people had not shown up.
Guo Shan's face became increasingly gloomy.
Obviously, these four people were still unconvinced.
Chu Li hugged his shoulders and sneered: "This means that fists cannot solve all problems? Lao Guo, do you want me to do it?"
Guo Shan took a deep breath and nodded slowly: "We have no choice but to take action!"
On the day he takes office, if he can't convince everyone, these rebellious guys will rebel. No one will listen to what he says in the future. He might as well not be the incense owner!
Chu Li hummed: "Don't worry, leave it to me, let's go to the martial arts training ground!"
Guo Shan waved his hand and said: "I won't go, Xiao Song! Xiao Song!"
"Yes, the incense master!" A tall and burly young man with fine features ran in: "What are your orders from the incense master?"
"You lead Zhao Dahe to the martial arts training ground."
"Yes." Xiao Song nodded quickly.
Xiao Song's name is Song Fei. He is tall and burly, but has a delicate appearance. His eyes narrow into a line when he smiles, making him almost invisible.
"Brother Zhao, who should we look for at the martial arts training ground?" Sein Fei asked with a smile.
Chu Li hummed: "There are still four guys who haven't come over yet. Find them and have a good showdown with them!"
"Understood." Seinfeld said hurriedly.
When the two came to the martial arts training ground, there were not many people left on the ground. As the sun rose and the sunlight became stronger, everyone returned to their own courtyard.
Only twelve people are still practicing.
Seinfeld pointed at the four people who were huddled together, talking and practicing swordplay.
Chu Li walked closer and said carelessly: "You four losers, are you not convinced that Guo Shan will become the incense master?"
A slender young man stared at Chu Li with a gloomy face: "Zhao Dahe, don't think that you can be unscrupulous and run amok with just a little strength!"
Chu Li snorted: "Guo Shan is the incense master, but you are not convinced?"
"Who said we are dissatisfied!" the long-faced young man said coldly.
Chu Li grinned and said: "As long as you are convinced, I will deal with those who are not convinced!"
"We are busy practicing, don't make trouble!" the long-faced young man snorted.
Chu Li turned around and left.
He became more and more disdainful of these guys. They were indeed useless, they had no pride, they were just weaklings.