1990Rage Flag Soldier

Chapter 132 No one objects
Puff puff puff!
Ma Jiajun hit the plaster with one hammer, and then used two hammers to smash the plaster, revealing a completely missing thigh.
Ouch!
Another hammer.

"what!"

Lin Changle knelt down and hugged his legs, screaming.

"Is this the cripple?"

Ma Jiajun held a hammer and stood up straight, looking at the wailing club's left foot on the ground with murderous intent in his eyes: "The lame man's legs are quite strong, haha, are you tired of pretending to be lame every day?"

Lin Changle has always claimed that he wants to undergo prosthetic surgery and will go to North America to receive the most advanced prosthetic limbs as soon as he retires.

His legs have not yet been amputated, and he is temporarily relying on medicine to delay the decay. He will go to the United States to seek medical treatment after being elected for the next election. He has created an image of being dedicated to the community and won the love of many brothers.

But now Lin Changle's thigh didn't look like it was broken, at least it felt painful, and his image collapsed.

Arrogant, many people in Dagen were dumbfounded. Even those who had received the hint early, they deliberately pretended to be surprised and stammered: "Ale, are your legs okay?"

Lin Changle knew that the situation was over, so he hurriedly hid under the table and begged: "Ajun, Master Jun, please let me walk out of this door. The seat in the restaurant belongs to you. My uncles and elders all support you."

The situation was suddenly reversed.

I supported Lin Changle before because he was the most capable. Firstly, he could lead the club to grow bigger. Secondly, he could take the initiative to maintain the rules of the club. Only by having rules can the value of the uncles be reflected.

The ideas of the new generation conflict with the conservatives, and the conservatives who occupy the interests will never give in!
Lin Changle echoed their interests!
Even if you decide to amend the gang rules and carry out continuous dealers, you are just following the trend. How many brands in Hong Kong are in continuous dealers?

Ma Jiajun didn't respond to his words. He raised his head with a numb face, glanced around the uncles present, and said in a sarcastic tone: "He Liansheng, the 21st generation sitting in the palace, Lin Changle, has been re-elected for two terms, and I want to Lianzhuang again. It’s for violating gang rules!”

He understood that if he succeeded in winning the banker, whether he was pretending to be a prosthetic leg or claiming to have cured his leg, his brothers would have to believe it even if they didn't believe it.

Ma Jiajun said coldly.

I don’t know how many brothers will transfer to other societies, how much territory will be lost, how much business will be ruined.

"Pretending to be lame and sick is to deceive brothers, not to be trustworthy, to instigate fellow sect members to kill each other, and to take advantage of others is to be disloyal and unfilial."

Many things depend on timing. Lin Changle was still explaining: "Ajun, I am pretending to be lame just because I want to retire quickly, wash my hands in a golden basin, and not get involved in the chaos of the world. I have no other intention, no!"

Arrogant Brother thought about it, walked quickly with an indignant look on his face, closed the attic door vigorously, turned around and shouted: "Kill him!"

It’s always a good thing to recover while sitting in the gym.

"A person who has no gang rules, deceives his brothers, and provokes fellow disciples, what qualifications does he have to be the leader of the society?"

"I fully support you!"

The uncles have no real power. They rely most on the association's brand name and wait for their filial piety to be distributed every year.

But if it was revealed on the day of the election, it would be a huge election scandal, which would completely disgrace He Liansheng.

Ma Jiajun and Da Tian took two different paths, but in essence they did not take them seriously. The society needs new people to run things, but the ruling class does not necessarily need new people.

But when Lin Changle loses his value, he will be ruthlessly abandoned by the class. The interest class is a paper tiger, naturally weak. If they fight with real swords and guns, there may be unexpected surprises.

It is impossible for them to support someone with a campaign scandal to take office. That would be equivalent to destroying the association's brand name with their own hands.

"Do you believe it?"

No one dared to stand next to Lin Changle anymore.

"Brother Jun, kill that old bastard!"

Uncle Chuishui immediately shouted: "Ajun is right, we were all blinded by Ale. Unexpectedly, he pretended to be lame for the sake of Lianzhuang."

"no!"

"He Liansheng has never had the rules of running a village. Ajun is a gangster for the society!" Dagen shouted loudly.

If this spreads out, Liansheng's reputation will be much better. Ma Jiajun took advantage of the opportunity to rise to the top by slaying rape for the society. Not only did he not lose his position, he also convinced his brothers.

"Ajun, we support you."

"I also support Ajun's rise to power." The uncles present expressed their opinions one after another.

Ma Jiajun raised his hammer at an angle, pointed at the floor and said, "Drag him out!"

Several uncles immediately got down in a hurry, bent down and got under the table to pull someone: "Ale, come out!"

"Son of a bitch, hurry up."

Lin Changle was grabbed with his left hand and bit it with his mouth. He grabbed his right foot and kicked his legs hard. A group of people grabbed him left and right, and finally pulled him out after a lot of effort.

Ma Jiajun stepped forward and slammed his hammer down with his arm: "Boom!"

A dull crashing sound.

"Boom!"

I could clearly hear my skull cracking.

A man was killed in two blows, but he was still not relieved. He hit the hammer twice more, each blow seemed to be filled with all his strength. Blood spurted all over his face, and he dropped the hammer on the ground.

Arrogantly, he stepped forward to pick it up and hit it several times in a row.

Blowing Chicken said: "What are you still doing? Please deal with it quickly."

Several uncles swarmed up again, carried the person downstairs skillfully, and handed the person to his younger brother to transport him away.

The loyalty of the younger brothers is not to a certain person, but to the entire organization of Liansheng. Dead people cannot represent the organization, but living people can.

There was still blood on Ma Jiajun's face. He turned around and picked up three incense sticks in front of the incense table. He lit them with a lighter at an angle and blew out the flames in one breath.

He clasped his hands together in the palm of his hand, raised it above his head and bowed three times, then inserted it into the incense burner, looked back at the remaining people and said: "I am already sitting in the hall with Liansheng, does anyone dare to object!"

All the uncles were speechless and didn't know how to respond. It seemed that they didn't even have the qualifications to speak.

"If there is no objection, then all support is given. Thank you all."

Ma Jiajun smiled contemptuously and thanked him, raised his hand and looked at his watch and said, "The police are almost here, let's go."

All the members of the community present were in a hurry to leave the scene.

Shots had been fired a few minutes ago and the police would be arriving shortly.

But they wanted to leave but didn't dare. After Master Jun finished speaking, they had to wait for Master Jun to leave first.

As Young Master Jun signaled for them to go first, they all left the attic in a swarm. Some people slipped while going downstairs.

"This place is dilapidated and old. In what era, the community still needs to build its own land. Zhang Sheng, please help me blow it up." Ma Jiajun said with disdain and an indifferent expression before turning and leaving.

Zhou Minghua raised the submachine gun in his hand and shot the photos at the magic cards in the room: "Da da da."

"Da da da."

Until you run out of bullets.

After Zhang Ziwen walked out of the door, he threw the two thunders in without hesitation: "Bang, bang!"

Broken wood, wall bricks, and debris flew out.

He had safely driven away from the street in his BMW. That night, according to the old rules, Mr. O gave the new owner a big gift, raided thirty-five places in Helian Sheng, and captured more than a hundred horses and three hundred people. Many ladies.

(End of this chapter)