In the conference room, the leaders of all the big and small forces in Brooklyn were almost here. The large long solid wood conference table was filled with people on both sides, but the room was unusually quiet. The air seemed to be stagnant, and no one spoke.
, the atmosphere was very depressing.
Frank and Anderson looked at each other, each found a seat and sat down. They glanced at the empty chair above them, their pupils shrank, and they fell into silence.
The clock in the corridor rang seven times. Frank and the two of them were awakened by the sound of the bell. It was seven o'clock and the time was up.
Frank raised his head and looked at the leaders in the conference room. After they arrived, several more people came in one after another. Frank looked carefully and found that all the leaders of the forces in Brooklyn were already present, and no one was absent. One night
The deterrent effect of wiping out two major families in succession cannot be said to be weak.
A steady sound of footsteps sounded in the corridor outside the conference room, coming! Everyone present could not help but feel shocked, and they all turned to look at the door of the conference room.
Soon, two heavy solid wood doors were pushed open, and a tall Chinese young man wearing a black suit strode in. His body exuded a strong evil aura, as if he had walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
The cold face revealed boundless killing intent.
Following his appearance, a powerful and cold aura instantly enveloped the entire venue. Everyone in the venue felt their breathing stagnant. Under the pressure of this powerful aura, even breathing was a little difficult.
The leaders of all the forces couldn't help but feel secretly frightened. He was indeed a ferocious madman who destroyed two major families in one night. His unruffled and ferocious aura was frightening.
Chen Mo walked to the chair at the head of the conference table with a cold face and sat down slowly. Old Albert, who was following him, walked to his side and stood with his hands down. He was dressed in a gray suit, gentlemanly and elegant, and his gray hair was neatly combed.
Behind his head, his eyes were calm, calm and calm.
Only then did everyone discover the existence of Albert. Their minds had just been captured by Chen Mo's aura, and they didn't even notice Albert following him for a moment.
Chen Mo sat proudly at the head of the table, his eyes as sharp as knives scanning the people in front of him.
Everyone present was swept by his sharp eyes, and they all felt chills all over, and their hearts seemed to be grabbed hard. They involuntarily lowered their heads and avoided Chen Mo's sight.
The people sitting in front of the conference table are all the leaders of various mafia forces in Brooklyn. Although they look like gentlemen in suits and leather shoes, in fact, they are all holding knives and guns, stepping on corpses, and fighting for their lives step by step.
, everyone’s hands are covered in blood.
But compared with the thick and violent ferocious aura on Chen Mo's body, the aura they had was nothing worth mentioning.
His gaze swept across the entire audience, and no one dared to look at him. He nodded secretly in his heart. Chen Mo looked back and spoke slowly in a cold voice.
"Everyone is here. It seems that no one has missed the appointment."
Chen Mo's voice sounded, and everyone cheered up and listened carefully. They wanted to know why Chen Mo came to them, and now the answer was finally revealed.
"Very good, it saved me a lot of effort." Chen Mo's cold and plain words sounded murderous in everyone's ears.
This killer star really planned to attack those who couldn't come. Those who had hesitated before to come over couldn't help but secretly rejoice that they almost killed themselves.
"I won't say more about what happened last night. The era when the two families ruled Brooklyn is over. From now on, the underground forces in Brooklyn will be controlled by martial arts schools." After Chen Mo said this, he raised his eyes and looked at the people sitting on both sides of the conference table.
There are more than a dozen leaders of forces.
Underground forces have always respected the strong. In the past, the two major families were the strongest, so they all relied on the two families and were ruled by them.
Now that the two major families have been killed, a new ruler will inevitably emerge. Most people have been mentally prepared for this and have not reacted much. They are self-aware of their own power and know that they do not have the strength to command the entire underground force in Brooklyn.
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However, two people quietly raised their heads, their eyes met, and there was some obscure meaning contained in them. Then they lowered their heads as if nothing happened.
Chen Mo took this scene into his eyes and sneered in his heart.
"Do you have any objections to this?"
Facing Chen Mo's indifferent inquiry, a group of mafia leaders below shook their heads in unison, fearing that Chen Mo would remember him if he answered slowly and settle the score later.
Including the two people who had weird thoughts just now, they are also following the crowd to respond.
"Very good, then I will let Albert tell you about the new rules." After saying this, Chen Mo leaned back in his chair and handed the scene over to the old butler.
The mafia bosses below all cast their gazes on the old man who had been standing aside calmly since he came in, their eyes full of scrutiny.
Old Albert, who was standing beside Chen Mo, heard this, took a step forward, glanced around calmly, and spoke slowly in his low and calm voice.
"Since you are willing to accept the leadership of the martial arts school, everything must be done according to the new rules."
"Many things in the era of the two major families need to be changed. Let's start with the organizational disciplines."
"In the past, the mafia had seven commandments, but in many cases they were in name only and were not strictly enforced. Now, we have made some modifications to them."
Having said this, Old Albert took out a piece of paper from his left pocket, opened it gently, and then slowly took out a pair of square-frame tortoiseshell glasses from the inner pocket of his suit and slowly put them on.
He raised the paper to his eyes and started reading.
"Seven Family Commandments."
"Principle 1: Keep a strict tone of voice and keep your mouth shut."
"Article 2: The interests of the organization are higher than personal interests, and the overall situation is the most important thing."
"Article 3: Completely obey orders. Orders from superiors must be obeyed unconditionally and must not be disobeyed."
"Article 4: Absolute loyalty, neither rebellion nor surrender."
"Article 5: Strict confidentiality mechanism. Any secrets of the organization cannot be told to family members."
"Article 6: You are not allowed to act privately. You cannot carry out criminal cases such as kidnapping without the consent of the organization. It is strictly prohibited to kill innocent people indiscriminately."
"Article 7: Brotherhood is higher than unity, brothers cannot kill each other, and rebellion within the nest is strictly prohibited."
Albert paused after reading this, looked at the mafia bosses with different expressions below, and continued.
"Everyone must strictly abide by the above seven family precepts. The previous state of laxity, chaos, wanton behavior, and treating the precepts as nothing will completely end from today. Anyone who violates the family precepts will be severely punished."
"If the circumstances are serious, they will be executed directly!"