C110 (2/2)
As soon as they saw Zhang Jun coming over, the waiters couldn't help but shiver and force a smile at him. ”Hello brother soldier.”
Helplessly shaking his head, Zhang Jun could only nod in agreement.
”Brother soldier, Bao Ge and the others are on the third floor” Seeing Zhang Jun walk in, the members of the Chinese Sect, who were resting on the counter and sipping wine, quickly walked over.
Without waiting for Zhang Jun to ask, that person said, ”Other than some waiters and ladies who were really frightened, almost everyone chose to stay after the boss offered them a double salary.”
”Where's the boss?”
”Hehe, it's that fat guy from last night. He's so shocked that he's in the hospital. ”My guess is, he won't be able to leave the courtyard for more than ten days or half a month.”
Zhang Jun laughed, ”Keep drinking, let's go to the third floor.”
As soon as they opened the door to a private room on the third floor, a strong smell of alcohol and a crazed ruckus hit their faces. Behind them, Su Xiang and the others' eyes lit up.
”Good, you guys are not going to watch the show. How dare you hide here and drink wine?” Su Xiang screamed and jumped in. He grabbed a bottle of beer from Bao Han Yong's hands and started to gulp down the beer.
”Good, hahaha …” ”Bao Ge, seize it, seize it …” The crowd burst into laughter.
Bao Han Yong straightforwardly scratched his head. ”Too fast, I can't catch him.” This simple and honest look caused another round of laughter.
Bao Han Yong waved at Zhang Jun, Zhang Fei, and the others, ”Come, big brothers, come and sit here.”
Zuo Zhixing slanted his eyes at him: ”I don't know who dragged us here early in the morning to talk about drinking wine.”
Bao Han Yong laughed, ”You don't accept it? ”If you don't like it, let's go all out.”
”Hmph, never drink with a monk without alcohol, that would be bad for your integrity.”
Bao Han Yong raised his eyebrows and shouted, ”What? Say it again, I'll listen to you. ”
”Hey hey, there's even someone willing to be scolded. ”Listen well, I'll repeat myself for you …”
”Alright, alright, stop messing around.” Zhang Jun hurriedly stopped the two, ”We only drank. Did you not eat anything?”
Zuo Zhixing pursed his lips: ”In my previous life, I might have had a grudge with a chicken. It's for a weasel. I ate thirty fried eggs early in the morning.”
”Hmph, you won't be able to eat even if I let you eat.”
Everyone laughed.
Looking at the smiling faces of his brothers, Zhang Jun shook his head and sighed. Putting aside his messy thoughts, what was the point in thinking so much? After this period of time, everything would come to fruition.
”I know there are militants in us, and now that we have decided to fight for our ideals. ”How about this, we will leave our lives to the heavens. As long as we don't die in the end, let this world go crazy for us.” Zhang Jun smiled and continued, ”My life is not up to the heavens. Without my permission, even the heavens cannot do anything to me. Let us laugh proudly in the red dust, let the enemies tremble beneath our feet.”
Su Xiang's eyes suddenly brightened. After a moment, he grinned and revealed a bloodthirsty smile: ”Heh, heh, heh, good, good, hahaha. China is a crouching tiger and hidden dragon. It's not simple. Ha ha-ha ha-ha. ”
Zhang Jun also laughed, ”There are indeed some powerful people in this country. There are some gangs that we can see with our naked eyes, and even some experts that are unable to be hidden. ”Rest well for a while. Once our forces have grown stronger, we'll go meet these overlords.”
Su Xiang, Zhang Han, Zhou Xinmin, Zuo Zhi Xing, Bao Han Yong, and Zhang Fei all stared at Zhang Jun for a while. Suddenly, they laughed out loud, stood up, and bowed deeply towards Zhang Jun.
”Chinese Sect! ”Hehe, I want the whole of China to tremble at that name, even internationally, in the near future.”
Chinese Sect!
In the future, the God of the underworld, the God of the underworld that would cause the entire capital to tremble, as well as the death god of the assassins in China, would be feared by all the leaders of the underworld.
All the people present changed their lives at this moment. Was this the sorrow of human nature or of society? Who was the one who had created so many bloodthirsty disciples, who was responsible for the transformation of an ordinary person into a god of death?