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

Chapter 612 Execution
Old Mo, forcing himself to maintain his composure, replied, "I want to come out of seclusion."

Yin Zhaotang slowly put down his chopsticks and stood up, looking at the three of them: "Is it that the gang has wronged you, or are you dissatisfied with me being the person in charge?"

Old Mo cupped his hands in a respectful gesture and said eloquently, "It is the popular choice for Mr. Yin to be the leader, but the organization has changed, and this is no longer the place for us."

"I humbly request the mountain lord's permission to let me leave the mountain."

Street vendor Guangzai clasped his hands and shouted, "Please grant me permission, Lord Mountain!"

Yin Zhaotang chuckled lightly and said coldly, "No problem, Xu Gang, call Niu Qiang and tell him to come to Tuodi. According to the rules, hold an incense ceremony, perform three cuts and six holes, and send him off with courtesy."

"I am truly grateful to the three seniors for giving me such a great gift and congratulating me on becoming the leader of the altar."

Old Mo, Guangzai, and Jieshiyong were all sweating profusely, but what was said was said, and there was no turning back.

Xu Gang walked to a corner, picked up his mobile phone, and called Niu Qiang.

Yin Zhaotang strode out of the living room and said loudly, "Let's go, we're about to have a meeting, let's come together."

Today, on the first day of the new leader's ascension to the throne, the elders and key members were already waiting at the restaurant, ready to attend the first community meeting.

Generally speaking, the nine major branches of the gang honestly hand over their accounts, the new leader makes some personnel arrangements, and then they drink tea, chat, play cards, and drink alcohol.

But as Niu Qiang, the head of the punishment hall, hurriedly led his men upstairs, lit candles and set up an incense altar in the attic, everyone's faces were filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Uncle Yuanbao, dressed in a brown shirt, sat on the first floor, holding a teacup, and said in a low voice, "Brother Sen, there's an incense hall set up upstairs, won't something bad happen?"

With a stern face, Gao Laosen shouted, "The incense altar is all set up, something's definitely going on. I just hope it doesn't get too out of hand."

Jin Ya Xiong held his hookah, took a deep drag, and exhaled smoke, saying, "Which idiot dares to run into the line of fire? Does he have a death wish?"

Just then, the familiar Rolls-Royce pulled up at the door, and the brothers on either side of the wheelchair called out in unison. The uncles and their associates, who were playing cards at several round tables, quickly stood up. Tall Sen stepped forward and asked directly, "Ah Tang, what happened? Opening a shrine during morning tea time, don't make everyone panic."

Yin Zhaotang, dressed in a suit and tie, stepped into Tuodi and said coldly, "Someone wants to leave home and leave the gang. There's no other way but to grant their wish."

"Leave the gang?" Gao Laosen was stunned, greatly surprised.

Jin Ya Xiong asked incredulously, "Changing gears?"

The Hong Kong gangsters all dream of joining Old Chung's gang, but someone in the organization wants to switch sides—it's a laughingstock if word gets out. Yuanbao said angrily, "Damn it, which traitor is causing trouble? This is jeopardizing the entire gang! We can't let him get away with this!"

Gao Laosen watched Yin Zhaotang stride upstairs, then turned around and saw Lao Mo, Guangzai, and the other two following him in. He immediately understood, walked up to Lao Mo, slapped him, and shouted, "You bastard, how dare you embarrass Brother Tang? You're asking for death!"

The uncles around him mostly cast hostile glances, some even with murderous intent. Old Mo lowered his head and said, "Uncle Sen, I don't want to back down. I can only find a way to survive."

Gao Laosen was furious at his son's lack of ambition, his face contorted with rage. He cursed, "Idiot! Is the underworld so easy to navigate? Do you have to be a big shot? Can't you live a peaceful and glamorous life?"

Old Mo, Guangzai, and Jieshiyong are still in their prime. Their thuggishness as thugs hasn't been worn away by the world, so of course they don't want to retire and become thugs.

Yuanbao, supporting Gao Laosen, comforted him, "Calm down, calm down, don't let these three good-for-nothings upset you." Gao Laosen cursed, "I can't protect you anymore!"

The other big shots, such as King, Explosive C, Cannon, and Yao, were already looking at Lao Mo and his two companions with extremely hostile eyes. On the very first day of the new leader's meeting, they announced that they would quit the gang, clearly trying to gain fame by stepping on Tang Ge's face.

In the future, when people in the martial arts world mention these three, the most famous thing they will do is undoubtedly "three cuts and six holes, stepping out of Xuanwu Mountain." Some people are already secretly plotting to quietly eliminate Old Mo and his two companions to salvage the reputation of the mountain lord.

Niu Qiang, with a red scarf tied around his head, came to the top of the stairs and said loudly, "The Mountain Lord invites Hong Ying of the Loyalty Hall to come upstairs."

Left Hand, Jiang Hao, Egg Tart and other nine heads of the main halls took the lead, followed by the nominal heads, and finally the elder uncles, who took their places one after another.

The small attic was crammed with people, with only nine official Red Guards remaining in their chairs; the rest were all standing. Two prayer cushions stood before the offering table, and Old Mo swallowed hard, a look of fear on his face.

Yin Zhaotang opened the window to let in some fresh air, grabbed a handful of birdseed, and fed it to the parrot his grandfather had left behind. As he turned around, he was still holding a purple clay teapot in his hand—the very same 'Fish Transforming into Dragon' teapot that he had given to Fat Cat for his birthday years ago.

After many twists and turns, Master Shao Daheng's masterpiece has returned to his hands. Perhaps when Grandpa treasured this teapot, he intended to pass it down, just like the loyalty and righteousness of the triad.

"Mountain Lord, Brother Tang, Boss." Everyone greeted him, carefully observing his expression.

With a smile on his face, Yin Zhaotang slowly walked around and said, "I've been in the gang for less than ten years. If Grandpa passes the gang on to me, I'm sure I'll offend a lot of people."

"Some people think that I'm just making a little money by relying on the club's name. Most of it goes into my own pocket, and what little I give out isn't enough. Others think that I'm the only one who's in charge of the club, and there's no place for them, so they might as well leave. I agree with both of them, because that's the kind of person I am. If they don't help me, why should they get a share of the money? And if I'm in charge, why should I share the power?"

"Whether you stay or leave, it's all fine if you follow the rules. Today, three leaders from Yau Ma Tei, Tseung Kwan O, and Causeway Bay contacted me to say they wanted to leave the triad, so let's part amicably. However, if you eat the food of the triad, you have to give it back, and if you borrow money from the triad, you have to pay interest."

"Niu Qiang, get things done."

Niu Qiang held the knife with both hands and replied, "Yes!"

Without hesitation, the two brothers from the Criminal Investigation Department rushed forward and shoved Old Mo down onto the prayer mat. Gao Laosen closed his eyes and turned his head away, while Jiang Hao stared intently at the blade, afraid that it might slip.

Yuanbao, Tiantang, and the others grinned, their hearts pounding wildly. They saw Niu Qiang stab Lao Mo through the thigh, and as he pulled the knife out, blood splattered everywhere, staining many of his clothes.

Old Mo let out a miserable scream.

Niu Qiang's second cut pierced Lao Mo's shoulder blade, pulling out several strands of white fascia. Lao Mo was already convulsing and completely powerless. The third cut pierced Lao Mo's lower abdomen, and when it was pulled out, blood gushed out in a torrent.

"Throw it out."

Yin Zhaotang's expression was stern. His two brothers were holding up the old motorcycle, ready to throw it out of the second-floor window. Zuo Shou hurriedly said, "Be more dignified, throw it out the front door."

Guangzai and Jieshiyong were already so frightened they could barely stand. As soon as Lao Mo was dragged away, someone immediately pressed Jieshiyong down. Jieshiyong was so scared his teeth were chattering and he couldn't even speak clearly.

Niu Qiang wiped the blood off with a white cloth, dealt with Jie Shiyong, and then it was the next person's turn.

(End of this chapter)