death of hope

Chapter 774 "Savage Growth" (190) is furious
The funeral is over,
The gang leaders who came out of the scene looked worried. They exchanged a few words and left in a car.

Shan Tetsuya and his cronies met in the office. Chen Xing had a fiery impatience and couldn't wait to ask Uncle Deng:
"Dad, why don't you take advantage of the opportunity just now and mention the matter of annihilating the traitors."

"Stupid boy! Funerals are a place for talking!" Uncle Deng scolded:

"What's more, the traitor leaders are all dead, and there is no proof of death. They cannot be confronted face to face. Telling them will only make the story worse and worse, and it will be true!"

"It is our credit to destroy the traitors!"

"You kid, you are still thinking about asking for credit. No one caused trouble at the funeral today. Thank God!"

Chen Xing was scolded by his father, but still insisted on his own opinion: "There is no need to be too stable, there is nothing to be afraid of!

We have evidence, emails, recordings, and photos! "

"Evidence? It's useless!
Do people believe it? Nowadays, AI software can fabricate surveillance videos out of thin air, and photos have another use! "

Chen Xing pulled out his pistol; "Which grandson dared to question, I just killed her on the spot! She was buried in the cemetery!"

"You are talking nonsense again! You should be slapped!"

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Uncle Deng raised his palms, and Chen Xing tensed up his neck muscles, not dodging or dodging in preparation for being beaten, which looked a little funny.

This is the scene every time Chen and his son quarrel and quarrel, and everyone has long been used to it.

The father and son were in a stalemate for several seconds. After all, Chen Yideng was reluctant to hit his son and put down his palm;
"Stupid boy, not all problems can be solved through bloodshed."

"There is nothing to be afraid of, we have strong troops and horses!" Chen Xing said with an unconvinced look on his face:
"If you can't solve the problem, you can at least get rid of the people who created the problem!"

Chen Hong held her brother's shoulders: "Calm down, Dad is right.
It is really difficult to convince the public to expose a traitor without any evidence. If it leads to a gang civil war, it will not be the Kyokushin group's profit. "

Uncle Deng looked at his daughter and smiled, then glared at his hot-tempered son: "Look, girls can carry it better than you!"

"I'm just... very unwilling to do so.
We are loyalists, and it is natural to exterminate traitors, so why do we have to hide them, as if we are thieves..."

Chen Xing lowered his head in despair, and he also realized his own worries:

"Would the situation be very bad? What if someone caused trouble during the funeral in the morning?"

"Yes, it will be very bad," Uncle Deng replied:
"Those leaders who oppose us will attack in groups and accuse the young master of parricide and usurping power, and we loyalists will become traitors."

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"Parricide... is so ridiculous!" Chen Xing said angrily: "Our young master has never given such an order!

Even though Wentai had degenerated into a hopeless poisonous insect, the young master still did not give up on this good-for-nothing brother. It was because he was too weak-willed and failed in quitting D that he sought death!

And that traitorous military advisor Takasugi... is even more of a wicked and smoky king!

He killed our heroic boss and dragged Mrs. Wen into trouble. He really should have given this grandson to Sister Hong that day and chopped it up with a knife! "

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"You are very angry, Asing," Tetsuya Yamama said calmly, "I am not the same. I wish I could have a big purge and kill half of the gang, but that is completely unrealistic.

People are more willing to believe in conspiracy theories than the truth. We are at the cusp of the crisis and have to beware of the worst-case scenario.

We are not sure whether the traitors have been uprooted. Everyone is suspicious of each other, even you and me are included in the suspicion.

The opposite is to use this worry to intensify the internal conflicts of our Sanno Association.

Just like fighting crickets, even those who survive are dying and unable to compete with the Kyokushin Group for the territory of the development zone. "

"What the f*ck! Those cowards! They don't dare to fight me with real swords and guns, but they are planning some underhanded tricks!"

Chen Xing's angry face turned red, like a child who had been greatly wronged.
He walked around the hall twice, 'greeted' the 18th generation ancestor of the boss of the Jizhen Group, grabbed the shotgun and Yanling knife and walked towards the door.

"Stupid boy! Stop it!" Uncle Deng scolded: "Don't cause trouble for the young master."

"I'm so frustrated. I have to kill a few G guys from Kyokushin Group to relieve my anger!"

Chen Xing slammed the door and left, honking the car horn wildly outside the office, urging others to come out.

"Hey...this kid..." Uncle Deng sighed helplessly.

Luan Tangzheng said: "Axing is rough-minded and unreasonable, and if he doesn't put the Ji Jin Group in order, he will always be in trouble and be led by others.

In today's underworld, no matter what the rules of the world are, everyone does not follow martial ethics and uses unscrupulous means. We should also make changes, Uncle Deng. "

"Well, that makes sense. We need to take the initiative.

If this continues, something might happen to the other side," Uncle Deng nodded, stroking his gray beard and said:
"I am getting old, not only physically but also mentally.

Always looking forward and backward, hesitating, all the energy I had in my youth was gone...

The streets of New Sapporo belong to you, go ahead, young people, go and shed your blood and make your way. "

Saito Rinka held down the hilt of the sword and bowed: "We swear to live and die with the young master!"

"The Mountain King will definitely win!"

"Set off!
Go! Go! Go! "

In the office hall, young men with murderous intentions opened the sliding door and filed out.

They get in their cars, start their engines, and play heavy metal to embolden themselves.

Chen Yideng pressed down the blinds with his fingers and watched the car taillights getting further and further away.
The streets of New Sapporo will usher in another bloody day...