C170

Seeing Uncle Li fall to the ground, this group of mafia lords, who were on the edge of life and death, suddenly quieted down.

As for the elites of the Blood White Group, when they saw their boss die, they all stood up and stared at Monica.

Since Uncle Li is in such a hurry to find the old Hall Master, I'm only helping him out with a small matter. As you all have seen, he has used his words to oppose the current Hall Master. Now, one of you all can become the head of the new Blood White Group.

Monica coldly glanced at the elites from the Blood White Group. She calmly sat down, took out a tissue from the table, and slowly wiped the gun that had just killed Uncle Li.

It was a fine gun.

What was more exquisite was this woman's mind.

This woman's methods... The faces of those from the Blood White Group wavered slightly.

The silence in the hall was strange. Everyone, with the exception of Monica, was watching them attentively. Obviously, everyone was waiting to see what decision they would make.

Finally, one of the members of the Blood White Group walked forward.

This was one of the most capable generals under Uncle Li's command. He risked his life for Uncle Li every day, blocked bullets for him several times, and risked his life to enter the Golden Triangle many times. It could be said that Uncle Li greatly valued him.

However, he actually walked over to Uncle Li's still bleeding corpse and carried it in his arms, not minding in the slightest that the disgusting blood was flowing onto his clothes. Then, he turned around and spoke to Monica.

"Head, I will take care of this traitor's corpse. Don't let him dirty your floor."

The other members of the Blood White Team also walked over. They actually used their clothes to wipe the floor. After a while, not a single trace of blood was left on the ground, as if nothing had happened.

The answer was obvious.

The members of the Blood White Group went to deal with Uncle Li's corpse, leaving behind the rest of the people in the main hall.

The dead were gone, but the living, what to do? The pistol in Monica's hand now was a huge weight in their hearts.

"Old pervert, I heard that your health isn't very good these days. You have raised more than ten mistresses by yourself, and you have to rely on Brother Wei to work every time. How can you lead our Hong Dao Hall's sex life?"

At this moment, Monica had received a cup of tea personally served by an elite member of the Blood White Team.

At this moment, the red hair hurriedly stood up and stood behind Monica. He did not care about his status and started massaging Monica's shoulders, at the same time trying to curry favor with her.

"Hall Master, please take a sip of green tea. Don't get angry, calm down."

After saying that, he looked at Monica's jade-like fingers with a lingering fear as he fiddled with the pistol in his hand.

"Hall Master, I'll go back and take care of those women. As for matters of love, I'll follow whatever Hall Master has to say about it." The old pervert quickly said in a low voice.

Even his words didn't contain the words Blood Yellow Group. It was obvious that Blood Yellow Group no longer existed. What existed was only the perverted and passionate Hong Dao Hall.

As for how Monica would arrange things, it was entirely Monica's decision.

"You old pervert, you must be one of the seniors that followed the old hall master and fought in the mountains and rivers."

Monica's finger gently flicked the porcelain teacup next to her hand. A crisp sound echoed in the quiet hall.

The old pervert wiped the cold sweat off his forehead as if he was controlling everyone's heart. Just now, Uncle Li had relied on his seniority to show off and had been shot dead by Monica.

"No, no, there are still a lot of places I need to learn from the hall master. The old hall master has built such a good foundation for us, so we should improve, yes, continuously, under the leadership of the new hall master."

Hearing this, Monica was filled with temptation. With a smile on her pretty face, she nodded towards the old pervert. The old pervert's heart couldn't help but flutter. However, when he looked at the ground where Uncle Li had fallen, his heart suddenly turned cold and he quickly retracted his gaze.

At this moment, Monica's gaze shifted to a seemingly lean and refined person.

"Monkey, it seems like your Bloody Fish Group has not only been doing business in Southeast Asia and Western Asia recently. I heard that your hand is not only reaching out to Japan, China and Australia. Now, you are also beginning to do business in Portugal and the Philippines."

The one called Monkey was the leader of the Blood Fish Group. He stood up and said in a capable voice.

"Hall Master, although our Blood Fish Group is not only making passports and visas, we have always honestly submitted the money to the Main Hall. I believe that even if this matter is reorganized, my Blood Fish Group is still the most suitable for this job."

Monica's eyes slowly swept over the monkey, but the monkey didn't avoid her and just stared back at her. In the end, Monica nodded with satisfaction and said, "I understand."

Before Monica could say anything, Red Hair from the Red Blood Red Blood Group said in a flattering tone, "Don't worry, you helped me up. I won't go west even if you say east."

Monica let out a cold sneer, but didn't say anything as she slightly nodded her head. At this time, he noticed a strong man in the Main Hall who hadn't spoken a single word all this time, and he also had the least number of subordinates here.

Monica naturally knew the identity of this person, the Hongdao Group!

It didn't matter how old and new the other five groups were, this group had never been affected. But compared to the other five groups, this group had the least number of people in this hall. As of now, there were only a few dozen people left.

They did not involve any of the black funds of the Flood Dragon Dao Hall. They ate the monthly allowance sent out by the Main Hall. Since Monica had taken office, they had not given any examples.

As if forgetting their duties, Hall Master Hong's direct relatives and personal guards seemed to have forgotten about them.

"Wild Wolf!"

Monica gently called out to this man who was in his forties. In her memories, she gradually recalled this man when he was young, letting her ride on his shoulder to protect him as he went to the market.

"Head."

The wild wolf suddenly stood up, loudly replying to Monica. It was as if he had been waiting for a long time to call out to her.

He had not uttered the word 'hall master' for many years.

However, what Monica did today reminded him of the old Hall Master.

But thinking about his own decline, he couldn't help but feel a sense of desolation. Hong Dao Hall was no longer his original Hong Dao Hall.

"Our Hong Dao Group does not have anything that we can hand over."

The wolf spoke with a desolate tone.

The men of the Hong Dao Group behind the wild wolves did not move at all. In this kind of situation, they did not seem like gangsters at all. Instead, they looked like soldiers who were waiting for orders at any time.

"I know. Therefore, I plan to let you take over the Hong Dao Hall. After you take over, the group with the most battle prowess will be called the Hong Dao Group!"

He was very clear on Monica's intentions. His hands trembled slightly, and the subordinates of the Great Hall, who were behind him, all raised their heads to look at the hall master after hearing Monica's words. The fire in their eyes was as strong as fire.

However, I have a request. If you want your Honor Guard to be able to pull them out, then call them back.

"Yes!" Hall Master! "

The wolf answered loudly and clearly.

When the remaining leaders of the three groups and the members of the Blood White Group heard Monica's words, they could not help but reveal a trace of surprise.

At the same time, Monica clapped her hands. A woman with a curvy figure walked up to a plate and placed a few glasses on it. They were already filled to the brim with wine.

Monica's eyes coldly swept over everyone present.