What do you mean by quitting the business? I'm not a big shot.

Chapter 607 The New Master!
Yuanbao sat in the back seat and exclaimed, "Brother Sen, you're so clever! You've earned another victory by supporting me. You're rich now!"

Paradise chuckled and said, "Yes, maybe when Atang takes over, she'll even appoint you as the Second Marshal."

Gao Laosen was terrified and cursed, "You chose that star to help you escape, and you're cursing me to die? Second Marshal, only the one on the left can do it, even Ah Hao can't."

Yuanbao looked frightened and frowned as he asked, "What do you mean, Brother Sen? Ah Tang is famous in the underworld, with connections and money. It's the popular choice for him to become the leader. Are you afraid that Lao Mo and Jie Shi Yong will cause trouble?"

Gao Laosen shook his head: "I'm not afraid of anyone jumping out to cause trouble. Ah Tang can kill them in a minute. What I'm afraid of is that Ah Tang won't take the position and will wait until Brother Cat passes away before pushing another elder to be the head of the organization."

"What Cat Brother can handle, we may not be able to handle."

Upon hearing this, Yuanbao and Tiantang found it increasingly plausible and were secretly astonished. If they really had to choose another veteran as a shield, Brother Sen would undoubtedly be the most suitable candidate.

No wonder Gao Laosen ran so fast; such a keen sense of smell—no wonder he's called that old turtle. Even Tiantang couldn't help but feel a lingering fear, exclaiming, "Ah Tang, it can't be that bad, can it?"

"At least it's a top position."

Gao Laosen cursed, "What a load of rubbish about the top position."

"He's not aiming to be the leader of the underworld, he's aiming to be the leader of Guangdong and Hong Kong!"

Yuanbao cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Brother Sen, for helping me escape. If you couldn't handle this, we would have died even more miserably."

After Yin Zhaotang declared that he would lead the gang, the fifty-odd members felt reassured, and the atmosphere gradually calmed down. Zuo Shou, having received a message from the boss, walked up to his uncles, raised his hand, and said, "Everyone, regarding the gang's future matters, go back and wait for further instructions. Brother Tang will handle everything and give you all an explanation."

"Grandpa needs to rest after the surgery, so we definitely won't be able to see him for a while."

"Let's call it a day, okay?"

Gensheng, Jin Yaxiong, and the other uncles agreed, greeted the new leader, and left with their driver. After seeing his uncles off, Zuo Shou said to Guangzai, Jieshiyong, and the others, "You can all go now. I'll let you know if there's any news. The company hospital is very convenient to visit."

Old Mo and Street Market Yong exchanged a glance, then looked to their left: "Alright, we'll be going now."

People came because of the end of the old era, and after witnessing the beginning of the new era, there is no point in forcing anything.

A large group of people gathered at the hospital didn't seem particularly filial. The powerful figures gradually dispersed, and the corridor returned to its quiet state. Yin Zhaotang walked to the window, took out a lighter, offered a cigar with his left hand, and asked, "Things happened so suddenly, do we need to make other arrangements?"

Yin Zhaotang took the cigar, put it in his mouth, and, sensing the unspoken meaning in the words, shook his head and said, "No need. Actually, the brothers all know about Grandpa's health condition."

"It was foreseeable, so it wasn't unexpected; it was just something that finally happened."

He exhaled a puff of white mist from his left hand: "Old Mo and the others are honest!"

"My rise to power will benefit them, why would they object?" Yin Zhaotang knew their stance all too well. He flicked his cigarette ash and asked worriedly, "Have you notified Grandpa's family?"

He nodded with his left hand: "I called. They're flying in from Canada and the US, so it won't be until tomorrow night at the earliest."

“Okay, you guys go and pick them up, and make sure they’re well taken care of,” Yin Zhaotang said.

Zuo Shou laughed and said, "Don't worry, boss, I won't embarrass you."

The green light outside the operating room illuminated, and the surgeon, dressed in surgical scrubs, stepped out, removed his mask, and asked wearily, "Which one of you is a family member?" Yin Zhaotang stubbed out his cigar, turned around, and asked, "Doctor, how is my grandfather?"

The surgeon roused himself and stepped forward, saying, "Mr. Yin, the surgery went smoothly, and there are no major problems with your health. However, as you know, stroke patients often experience a decline in speech and mobility after recovery. The specifics will depend on your recovery period."

"As a doctor, I've done my best."

Yin Zhaotang sighed deeply, his face grave: "I understand."

Contrary to what outsiders might imagine, perhaps it was because of the unshakeable power he held. He genuinely didn't care about the state of the community; he was simply saddened by his grandfather's passing.

The doctor, experienced and discerning, could tell at a glance whether someone was being sincere or not. He comforted her, saying in a reassuring tone, "With the best medical team here, it's guaranteed that Miao Sheng will have clear consciousness and be painless and injury-free during his final days."

"In addition, during the surgery, it was discovered that Miao Sheng had a primary brain tumor, and his blood test results were also unsatisfactory, with many of his vital signs exceeding those of a healthy person by dozens of times."

"If it's fast, it will take half a month; if it's long, it's hard to exceed three months."

With his left hand beside him, his face couldn't help but look somber.

Yin Zhaotang raised his hand to touch the doctor's shoulder, then lowered it and said with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work, doctor."

"I have to take the money," the doctor said with a smile, making no attempt to hide his true intentions. He had accepted 150,000 yuan from Mr. Yin as the chief surgeon, enough to cover twenty surgeries at Elizabeth Hospital, and even subtly flattered his boss. After all, being willing to spend so much money on the elderly was truly the epitome of filial piety.

I saw my grandfather lying on the operating table, still on a ventilator, being wheeled into the VIP ward. Visits were not permitted until he was out of danger.

Yin Zhaotang didn't linger any longer. He went downstairs to find Qiu Shuzhen, sent his girlfriend back to her apartment, and then went to an ice cream parlor with Zuo Shou, Dan Ta, and A Le for lunch.

Gao Laosen rushed to Causeway Bay, carrying a bag, and entered the ice cream parlor, arriving at the table for four. Yuanbao and Tiantang followed behind, deliberately pretending to be out of breath and covered in sweat, looking at the new dragon head with pious eyes.

Gao Laosen unpacked his backpack, took out the yellowish silk wrapping the dragon-headed staff, and slowly unwrapped it to reveal a black ebony carving. The staff was lifelike, with its head bristling with fury.

On the left, Ah Le and the others couldn't help but be drawn to the dragon-headed staff. Gao Laosen wiped his sweat and said, "Ah Tang, the dragon-headed staff has been brought."

Yin Zhaotang glanced at it and said with a smile, "Don't worry, have a cup of iced lemon tea to cool off."

"Thank you." Gao Laosen and his two companions sat down beside him, and the other Xingtang brothers at the table also turned their gazes toward him, eagerly anticipating their boss picking up the dragon-headed staff.

As expected, Yin Zhaotang slowly picked up the stick and examined it closely. His young face held curiosity and reminiscence, but no ambitious, greedy look. Just as Gao Laosen had thought, a dragon-headed stick could no longer contain his ambition. As he felt the stick's cold touch, a ridiculous thought even flashed through his mind: "Why is it ebony, not rosewood?"

"A kilogram of ebony only costs a few hundred dollars. If it's rosewood, it'll be more prestigious to take out."

It's not presentable.

Strangely, the three uncles exchanged glances and seemed to understand the disdain in Yin Zhaotang's subtle expressions. Gao Laosen chuckled dryly, "Take this stick, and you're the forty-second generation leader of the Loyalty Hall!"

"Congratulations, A-Tang."

As if receiving a signal, the gang members present stood up in unison, clasped their hands in greeting, and shouted, "Disciples of the Loyalty Hall pay their respects to the Master!"

(End of this chapter)