As the pros and cons were measured, the two men slowly lowered their arms holding guns.

He Wenchang was completely panicked and cursed: "Traitor! I have spent hundreds of thousands of dollars to support you over the years. This is how you repay me?"

A sarcastic smile appeared on Yang Sheng's lips: "You are willing to spend hundreds of thousands to raise two gunmen, and you are unwilling to let your brothers have enough food. Who do you think they will choose?"

Why are those outside willing to follow Yang Sheng to attack the chief ward to rebel?

It was because Yang Sheng himself lived in the attic in Kwun Tong, but he was willing to invite them to eat a table of tables worth hundreds of dollars.

It was because Yang Sheng swept the peace alliance, but most of the income was distributed equally to these brothers.

No one is an idiot. Everything He Wenchang has done over the years has made him betrayal of his relatives. At this time, few people will be truly loyal to him.

Yang Sheng walked forward, took the triangular thorn handed over by Fang Dilu, picked up He Wenchang, and whispered in his ear:

"Old Din, you are really old.

Are you still thinking about finding an opportunity to get rid of me first?

If you really want to start first, you shouldn't tell me what Wu Tianhao asked me to abstain from power, but just start secretly.

You can go with peace of mind, Hong Shenglian’s sign will definitely be louder in my hands.”

A hint of horror appeared in He Wenchang's eyes, and he wanted to ask for forgiveness, but the next moment, the triangular thorn had already pierced into his chest!

Dilu walked behind Yang Sheng and whispered: "Brother Sheng, my people have 'invited' Uncle Wen and Uncle Qiang."

"Let them come in."

Huang Wenhe, the fisherman who was still wearing pajamas, was brought in, staring at all this in a daze, unable to speak.

"From now on, Hong Shenglian, I will talk. Do you have any opinions on the two uncles?"
Chapter completed!