C499 The calm before the storm

Nie Qingshan and his son were discussing something in the main hall of Large Ring Gang. Now that the powers of the other provinces had arrived, just these manpower alone would definitely cause unnecessary trouble. What gave Nie Qingshan a headache was that the two killer organization s he had asked his son to contact still hadn't made any movements.

"Zilong, didn't you say those assassination groups would arrive in the next two days?"

Nie Zilong said innocently: "Father, I don't know about that either. Who knows what kind of plane these bull-thundering organizations are working on?"

In the temporary headquarters of the Large Ring Gang, all the bronze dragon head lamps on the walls lit up, releasing a dark red light, illuminating the house to a strange, bloody light. There was a big red wool carpet on the ground in the middle of the room, and every two meters or so, a black wooden chair was placed on both sides of the carpet. There was a person sitting on each chair. Of course, these people were all well-known figures in the Large Ring Gang, normal small characters had no right to enter the main hall of the basement.

At the end of the carpet was a three-storey stone staircase with a large marble recliner on top. At that moment, Nie Qingshan was seated on the reclining chair, his expression cold and not saying a word.

He coldly looked at the person in front of him. Ah Ming was kneeling on one knee, bowing his head and facing the high and mighty Nie Qingshan. Only an empty sleeve was left on Ah Ming's right arm and thick gauze was still wrapped around his broken arm. Ah Ming's face was ghastly pale and he had not recovered from his serious condition.

To the Large Ring Gang, this ambush was undoubtedly a complete victory. But to Ah Ming, if he had to choose again, he would rather not have this battle, so he wouldn't lose an arm. His weapon was a long fingernail that grew on his hand. Now that he didn't even have an arm, his weapon was gone as well. Although he only had one arm left, his own power had been greatly reduced.

Ah Ming recounted the entire battle once, and then coughed continuously. This was the second most powerful person in the Large Ring Gang, but now he looked like a sick cat.

Nie Qingshan listened quietly, "Ah Ming, you get up first!"

Ah Ming stood up shakily, walked to the chair and sat down, and started breathing heavily.

Nie Qingshan shot a glance at Ah Ming before letting out a heavy sigh in his heart. The ambush this time was personally planned by Nie Qingshan, and he originally thought that he would kill none of the members of the Dragon Clan off. Although one of the protectors and one of the generals died in the battle with the Dragon Gang, Ah Ming, who was one of the six guards, had lost an arm. On the surface, it looked like he had earned something, but Nie Qingshan clearly knew that Ah Ming, who had lost an arm, was already dead.

In just two or three days, Large Ring Gang's Sixth Guard had already lost two lives, which made Nie Qingshan extremely angry. Nie Qingshan thought that she was someone who would not do business compensation, but in the past few days, she had lost money again and again, and the anger in his heart had reached its peak. However, on the other hand, Nie Qingshan's understanding of the Dragon Gang had completely changed. He now knew clearly and clearly that the Dragon Gang was not a second-rate gang, but was a powerful, well-organized gang that was not the slightest bit weaker than the Large Ring Gang. Moreover, compared to the Large Ring Gang, the strong point about the Dragon Gang was that they had a cohesive force and an unyielding fighting spirit! Especially after he eliminated the fake Hoodlum, the traitor, the Dragon Gang gained an unprecedented unity.

Spirit is a terrible thing, when a nation, a people, has a spirit, this country, this people, in order to become a strong country, a strong people. Similarly, if a society had a spirit, it would certainly become a powerful first-rate society. An ant might not be able to challenge an elephant, but if a group of ants were to gather together, they would devour an elephant!

A society without spiritual power was like a pile of loose sand. No matter how many people there were, it was still a plate of sand. A community full of spiritual power was like a hard rock. How could sand compete with a rock?

The current Large Ring Gang was just this plate of sand. Although on the surface, there was nothing to be seen, but secretly, cracks had already appeared on the foundation of the entire society. Putting everything else aside, there was disharmony among the six guards. If even the Sixth Guard is not so united, how can you ask our brothers below to be united and loyal?

Nie Qingshan would never be able to reach Ah Tai's level, because Nie Qingshan himself was an arrogant, conceited, and selfish person. A leader like him would never be able to lead an organization to an even higher realm. On the other hand, Ah Tai was different. As the leader of the Dragon Gang, he was not proud, nor arrogant. He always put himself on the same level as his brothers. Furthermore, his biggest point of interest was that he could use simple words and deeds to gather the power of his brothers, making many powerful generals willingly follow beside him like satellites around the Earth. This height was something that Nie Qingshan could never hope to match, because what he lacked right now was precisely this kind of boldness, the boldness of a leader!

His brother was his killing weapon. However, once this weapon was broken and useless, he would ruthlessly throw it away, because he felt that there was no need for a weapon that could not be used to fight at all. Therefore, when his gaze landed on Ah Ming, it was already filled with contempt.

Especially when Nie Qingshan heard that Ah Ming's arm was chopped off by two little brats, Nie Qingshan snorted coldly, this snort was filled with contempt and ridicule. He felt that Ah Ming's failure was simply too stupid.

Right at this moment, on the Dragon Gang's side, Ah Tai used a glass ashtray to smash his head and modestly told his brothers that the failure in the battle was due to his mistake in making the decision.

This was the difference between the two generals: humility and pride. One led the society to a higher peak while the other led the society to its downfall.

Nie Qingshan coldly swept a glance down on the seats, and discovered that many of them were already empty, because the owner of the seats was already dead.

Nie Qingshan's face was as cold as ice. He slowly withdrew his finger, and with a cracking sound, his finger actually pierced into the incomparably hard marble, leaving behind five holes.

"Ol 'Five!" Nie Qingshan shouted.

Fan Wubing, the fifth brother of the Sixth Guard stood up, "Here!"

Fan Wuyi was like a dying man, his face was deathly pale. The pallor came from his bones, and it was like the feeling of a dying man. A layer of strange green mist enveloped him, giving off an extremely evil feeling.

This Fan Wubing didn't have much of a relationship with the gang, she just floated around like a ghost all day. With his appearance of a living dead, who would dare befriend him?

Nie Qingshan slowly pulled his finger from the armrest of the marble recliner, blew on the limestone on his finger and said to Fan Wubing: "Next, you go!"

"Yes sir!" Fan Wubing bowed as he received the order. When he lowered his head, he intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Ah Ming, and his gaze was filled with provocation.

"What's there to be proud of!" Ah Ming cursed in his heart. He had never liked this Fan Wubing, he wasn't human nor ghost. Moreover, this Fan Wubing kept on bickering with him. There were a few times where Ah Ming really wanted to strangle this guy if it wasn't to save face for him. Now that he lost an arm, this guy was definitely overjoyed. Alright, laugh, you will never fucking laugh again. Ah Ming cursed in his heart, and turned his head, no longer looking at Fan Wubing.

Fan Wubing laughed, "Don't worry boss, I will not be like some idiots and mess up this matter!" With that said, Fan Wubing floated back to his seat like a ghost.

Fan Wubing's words were obviously sarcastic towards Ah Ming. If it was before, Ah Ming would most likely already be opposing him. However, the current Ah Ming no longer had the qualifications to clamor with Fan Wubing. His face was red and white for a long time before he managed to suppress his anger. He gouged Fan Wubing with his eyes and did not make a sound.

Although it was just a small interlude, from this, one could see just how lax the Large Ring Gang's military heart was. Its foundation was unstable, and it was bound to cause the destruction of the skyscraper.

At the mortuary of the First People's Hospital in Hang City.

The mortuary was the place where the bodies were kept, and it was also the last resting place for the dead in the world.

The morgue was extremely cold. The pale white light spilled down, bringing with it a desolate feeling.

Normally, the morgue would only have a single sixty year old person. But today, the morgue was bustling with activity. There were dozens of people gathered around the two morgue beds, their heads lowered in silence. The old gatekeeper thought to himself, "This dead man must be some great figure."

Ah Tai was dressed in a black suit and stood at the front. The rest of the brothers stood around him in a circle, these brothers were core members of the Dragon clan, they had come today to send Meng Hai and Song Xiaodong off. All the brothers wore black suits, very solemn and solemn.

Shen Lang and Meng Hai had always been good friends, but at this time, their faces were extremely dark and they could not say a single word.

Xiao Dao silently walked to the front of Meng Hai's corpse and stood there stunned for a while. Finally, he mustered his courage to extend his hand and gently lifted up the shroud that was covering Meng Hai's body.

Meng Hai's face was pale white and stiff, all of the brothers silently sighed. Meng Hai's eyes were tightly shut, looking like he was really unresigned. This once famous Protector was now quietly lying in the cold morgue, waiting to be buried. This was the martial arts world. No matter how lofty one was before death, after death, one would only become a clump of yellow sand.

Ah Tai first bowed towards Meng Hai's corpse, and used a respectful tone to say: "Brother, let's go well!"

All of the brothers followed Ah Tai and bowed towards Meng Hai's body, then said in unison, "Brother, let's go!"

Xiao Dao's eyes reddened. He gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Hai, you can go now. I promise you with my head that I will definitely avenge you!" With that said, Xiao Dao covered Meng Hai's corpse.

One of the brothers took off the white shroud covering Song Xiaodong's body. His head had already been sewn up by the doctor, but the wound on his neck could still be clearly seen. There was also a long hole on his chest, like a motionless reptile. Song Xiaodong's death could be said to be extremely tragic. Not only was his stomach ripped open by Ah Ming, he even suffered the tragic fate of having his head separated from his body.

Although Song Xiaodong's status was only that of an expert, Ah Tai still gave him the highest respect. Ah Tai bowed deeply and said, "Brother, let's go!"

All the brothers bowed once again and said to Song Xiaodong's corpse, "Brother, good bye!"

Ah Tai said indifferently: "Choose a good day to hold a memorial service for our fallen brothers!"

The lights in the mortuary were cold, and the faces of the people under them were faintly filled with killing intent.