Chapter 11 third quarter
Lian Shou and Bantanga galloped all the way along the street, reaching the north gate of Jiuweifang without any obstacles.
Lian Shou found that there were more than a dozen corpses lying in disorder in front of the north gate, and a pile of weapons were scattered on the ground, some of which were still in the hands of the dead.
A group of people and horses were waiting outside the north gate. There were thirty to forty people in number, more than ten of them were riding horses, and all of them were armed with knives, guns and bows.
"Fifth Lord, don't worry, he's one of us." Bantanga slowed down the horse and said.Lian Shou has also identified those people outside the door, all of them are his "eighty-seven people" subordinates.
When the horse with the sickle head walked out of the north gate, he found the short figure in white clothes from among the dozens of horses.
Di Bin breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the approaching Fifth Brother without words.
"Fifth Master!" The subordinates called out excitedly at the same time.
The one-eyed Chen Baoren said in a reproachful tone: "Fifth Master, why didn't you take us with you this time? Did you look down on us?" He looked sideways at Di Bin. "Fortunately, the sixth master brought us here to meet him!"
"Are none of you injured?" Lian Shou didn't answer him, but asked with a concerned smile.
"No!" said another of the men who was not on horseback. "We were originally from 'Feng Yilong', so we simply pretended to come to watch the ceremony, and while they were not paying attention, cut off one from the back, haha..." Others also laughed.
At this moment, Di Bin rode his horse and paced forward a few steps, and the others fell silent.
"You're here." Lian Shou didn't know how to face him.
"Yeah." Di Bin just nodded.
"I missed it, just a little bit."
"what a pity."
"Bai Dou..." Lian Shou hesitated and didn't know what to say.
Di Bin drove the horse forward, stretched out his hand to hold the upper arm of the sickle head, and carefully inspected the wound on the shoulder where the flying knife was still stuck.
"Is it important?"
"It's still moving, probably no bone was injured." Lian Shou felt Di Bin's palm was very warm. "I……"
"Stop talking." Di Bin let go of his hand and said. "Don't you think that the boss and I really annoyed you? This wound can be treated after we get back, okay?"
Sickle nodded and grinned.Di Bin's tolerant expression and voice made him forget about failure, pain and fatigue.
"All riders go back together." Di Bin ordered loudly. "Those who walk on foot spread out in the street, and then gather at Wuchangfang when they turn back."
The subordinates nodded in agreement.
"Wuchang Square?" Lian Shou asked strangely: "Aren't we going home?"
"Boss has made a decision this morning: give up the mansion, and move everyone to the 'Dashutang' shop." Di Bin said solemnly. "After today, Mengzhen will definitely take revenge with all his strength. That is our last castle."
The ceremony was soon over.Because of the commotion of the assassination just now, Xiao Xian and other officials left in a hurry without watching the ceremony in order not to cause gossip.After the simple ceremony, Meng Zhen and Mao Gonglei also left immediately under the protection of the doubled force, and went back to the "Fengxiangfang Branch", and the grand banquet that was scheduled to be held later was also cancelled. But Zhang Shuai didn't care about all of this, he just wanted to sit on that dark top chair in front of everyone's eyes. At this moment, he is still sitting on that chair, and there is no one else in the main hall of "Feng Yilong Head Office".The afternoon sun shines in through the narrow windows, but the place where the boss sits at the head is cast in the shadows. Zhang Shuai closed his eyes, pressed his back tightly against the back of the chair, and stroked the chair handles on both sides with his fingers. He had never sat as comfortably as he did today. There was a sound from the stairs to the right.The two old servants still hadn't taken off the Taoist clothes they had just used for the sacrifice. One of them carried the chair with pulleys down the stairs, and the other carried Han Liang down the steps, and then carefully placed him on the chair. superior. Han Liang coughed several times, then waved to the old servant who was holding the wheelchair, and the old servant pushed him closer to Zhang Shuai.Han Liang waved again, and after the two old servants bowed and saluted, they left through the back door of the main hall. "Why don't you come up?" Han Liang's expression was very serious. "Can't you hear me ringing the bell up there?" "I want to sit for a while longer." Zhang Shuai still closed his eyes and didn't look at him. Han Liang coughed again for a while.The two did not talk. "Why?" Han Liang broke the silence. "Why do you do such a thing?" "It has nothing to do with me." Zhang Shuai's expression was still relaxed. "It's Yu Runsheng." "Save your expertise in lying to others." Han Liang frowned with sparse eyebrows. "How long have we been together? Thirty years?" "Too long." The corners of Zhang Shuai's mouth curled up, but he wasn't really smiling. "If you don't believe it, I can't help it." "Isn't everything settled? What else are you dissatisfied with?" Han Liang's round face with small features turned red. "The handover of 'Feng Yilong' has been completed, haven't you already taken this seat? Cooperate with Meng Zhen, if this nonsense continues, 'Feng Yilong' will be disbanded." "It's been a long time since you sat here, right?" Zhang Shuai really smiled this time. "It feels very comfortable." "Xiaotang, listen to me." Although Han Liang was angry, his voice was still so soft. "Being the boss, isn't it the same? My grandfather, me, and you, didn't they just want to have a bite to eat? In order not to be bullied by others? Isn't this enough now? Just keep 'Feng Yilong' well." All right." "Is that because you have been sitting in this seat for too long?" Zhang Shuai put away his smile while opening his eyes. "I don't feel anything when sitting. And it was passed on to you by your father. You have never tried it. Standing below and looking up at this seat." "What do you mean?" Han Liang's expression suddenly changed.The double pupils of the single eyelids shot out a light that had not been seen for a long time, and the round cheeks were sunken due to the tightening.In the past, everyone in "Yilong Feng" was most afraid of seeing this face. "Have you forgotten those days?" Han Liang continued. "The whole of Kyoto is full of people who want me to die. What my father left me is just a small corner that collects 'standard money' in a few streets. In those ten years, I didn't have a good night's sleep. Without me, there would be no Today's 'Feng Yilong'." "You are the one who is forgetful." Zhang Shuai stood up from his chair.Looking down at Han Liang from a height. "Is that all due to you alone? How many things did I plan for you? How many schemes did I think of for you?" He stepped forward and put his hand on the back of the wheelchair. "People say: 'Feng Yilong' the third-generation Boss Han is a genius. No one knows that there is a shadow of me behind that 'genius'! Rong Yushan and Pang Wenying are very popular in front of the stage, and the people in the gang They all gave a thumbs up and said they were heroes; what about me? I was like a monster in their eyes." "I'm not belittling you. You do have your talents. You have a good eye for people, and you dare to use them. This is the reason why other gangs in Kyoto lost to you. But there is no one like me for you to use." , there is nothing like today's 'Feng Yilong'!" Zhang Shuai let go of the back of the chair and stood up straight, looking back at the boss' throne again. "I don't have any regrets. I've got the position that should belong to me. It's not Rong Yushan and his bastard son, it's not Pang Wenying and Yan Tianhuan, it's me." "Since you are in this position, be a competent boss." Han Liang's face softened.After all, Zhang Shuai would only be so frank when facing him. "Use Mengzhen well." "I understood one thing when I was nine years old." Zhang Shuai said with his back to Han Liang. "There are only two kinds of people in the world: those who enslave others, and those who are enslaved by others. I decided very early on which one I would like to do in this life, and I will never change back to the other after death." "Little Tang..." Zhang Shuai sat back heavily on the top chair. "You probably forgot: now you are no longer the boss here, your play is over." He leaned down on the chair and smiled at Han Liang meaningfully. "After all, we've been together for so many years. We're still 'friends' as you watch quietly from the sidelines."
The ceremony was soon over.Because of the commotion of the assassination just now, Xiao Xian and other officials left in a hurry without watching the ceremony in order not to cause gossip.After the simple ceremony, Meng Zhen and Mao Gonglei also left immediately under the protection of the doubled force, and went back to the "Fengxiangfang Branch", and the grand banquet that was scheduled to be held later was also cancelled. But Zhang Shuai didn't care about all of this, he just wanted to sit on that dark top chair in front of everyone's eyes. At this moment, he is still sitting on that chair, and there is no one else in the main hall of "Feng Yilong Head Office".The afternoon sun shines in through the narrow windows, but the place where the boss sits at the head is cast in the shadows. Zhang Shuai closed his eyes, pressed his back tightly against the back of the chair, and stroked the chair handles on both sides with his fingers. He had never sat as comfortably as he did today. There was a sound from the stairs to the right.The two old servants still hadn't taken off the Taoist clothes they had just used for the sacrifice. One of them carried the chair with pulleys down the stairs, and the other carried Han Liang down the steps, and then carefully placed him on the chair. superior. Han Liang coughed several times, then waved to the old servant who was holding the wheelchair, and the old servant pushed him closer to Zhang Shuai.Han Liang waved again, and after the two old servants bowed and saluted, they left through the back door of the main hall. "Why don't you come up?" Han Liang's expression was very serious. "Can't you hear me ringing the bell up there?" "I want to sit for a while longer." Zhang Shuai still closed his eyes and didn't look at him. Han Liang coughed again for a while.The two did not talk. "Why?" Han Liang broke the silence. "Why do you do such a thing?" "It has nothing to do with me." Zhang Shuai's expression was still relaxed. "It's Yu Runsheng." "Save your expertise in lying to others." Han Liang frowned with sparse eyebrows. "How long have we been together? Thirty years?" "Too long." The corners of Zhang Shuai's mouth curled up, but he wasn't really smiling. "If you don't believe it, I can't help it." "Isn't everything settled? What else are you dissatisfied with?" Han Liang's round face with small features turned red. "The handover of 'Feng Yilong' has been completed, haven't you already taken this seat? Cooperate with Meng Zhen, if this nonsense continues, 'Feng Yilong' will be disbanded." "It's been a long time since you sat here, right?" Zhang Shuai really smiled this time. "It feels very comfortable." "Xiaotang, listen to me." Although Han Liang was angry, his voice was still so soft. "Being the boss, isn't it the same? My grandfather, me, and you, didn't they just want to have a bite to eat? In order not to be bullied by others? Isn't this enough now? Just keep 'Feng Yilong' well." All right." "Is that because you have been sitting in this seat for too long?" Zhang Shuai put away his smile while opening his eyes. "I don't feel anything when sitting. And it was passed on to you by your father. You have never tried it. Standing below and looking up at this seat." "What do you mean?" Han Liang's expression suddenly changed.The double pupils of the single eyelids shot out a light that had not been seen for a long time, and the round cheeks were sunken due to the tightening.In the past, everyone in "Yilong Feng" was most afraid of seeing this face. "Have you forgotten those days?" Han Liang continued. "The whole of Kyoto is full of people who want me to die. What my father left me is just a small corner that collects 'standard money' in a few streets. In those ten years, I didn't have a good night's sleep. Without me, there would be no Today's 'Feng Yilong'." "You are the one who is forgetful." Zhang Shuai stood up from his chair.Looking down at Han Liang from a height. "Is that all due to you alone? How many things did I plan for you? How many schemes did I think of for you?" He stepped forward and put his hand on the back of the wheelchair. "People say: 'Feng Yilong' the third-generation Boss Han is a genius. No one knows that there is a shadow of me behind that 'genius'! Rong Yushan and Pang Wenying are very popular in front of the stage, and the people in the gang They all gave a thumbs up and said they were heroes; what about me? I was like a monster in their eyes." "I'm not belittling you. You do have your talents. You have a good eye for people, and you dare to use them. This is the reason why other gangs in Kyoto lost to you. But there is no one like me for you to use." , there is nothing like today's 'Feng Yilong'!" Zhang Shuai let go of the back of the chair and stood up straight, looking back at the boss' throne again. "I don't have any regrets. I've got the position that should belong to me. It's not Rong Yushan and his bastard son, it's not Pang Wenying and Yan Tianhuan, it's me." "Since you are in this position, be a competent boss." Han Liang's face softened.After all, Zhang Shuai would only be so frank when facing him. "Use Mengzhen well." "I understood one thing when I was nine years old." Zhang Shuai said with his back to Han Liang. "There are only two kinds of people in the world: those who enslave others, and those who are enslaved by others. I decided very early on which one I would like to do in this life, and I will never change back to the other after death." "Little Tang..." Zhang Shuai sat back heavily on the top chair. "You probably forgot: now you are no longer the boss here, your play is over." He leaned down on the chair and smiled at Han Liang meaningfully. "After all, we've been together for so many years. We're still 'friends' as you watch quietly from the sidelines."