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Chapter 114 Boasting and Wanting to Win Again

"This—how is this possible?" Longgen froze on the spot, his mouth slightly open, completely dumbfounded, and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

He never imagined that Lin Sheng would make such an outrageous and extreme request.

They actually want to support the person who's been in charge of the chicken coop for a long time.

It should be noted that in the more than 100 years since the establishment of Wo Luen Shing Society, the chairperson has been changed every two years, and there has never been a precedent of a chairperson serving consecutive terms.

This rule is deeply ingrained in the bones of every member of the Wo Luen Shing family. Even Uncle Tang, who was once the head of the four great detectives, never managed to win the title again.

Given Deng Bo's influence back then, he had enough power to break the century-old tradition.

Everyone in the gang knew exactly what kind of person Chuiji was.

He's just a puppet created by Big D with money; he has no ability, no prestige, and no skills. He occupies the position of the person in charge but can't even control his own subordinates.

And now Lin Sheng is going to support such a person to win the championship?

Do you also want to be like Big D and treat the chicken as a puppet on the spot?

Not to mention Longgen couldn't understand it, anyone would be stunned by this sudden decision.

Longgen could even imagine that Chuiji probably never dreamed that one day he would be pushed into the position of leader.

This matter is too important for him to make a decision on his own.

Ignoring the stares of others, Longgen staggered and turned to leave, muttering unconsciously, "I need to go talk to Fatty Deng right away!"

Looking at Longgen's flustered appearance, anyone who didn't know better would think that Lin Sheng was threatening him!

When Longgen returned, he opened and closed his mouth a few times.

The scene fell into dead silence for a moment, then erupted into chaos the next second.

When Lin Sheng's uncles and regional leaders heard his terms, they were all dumbfounded. They stood frozen in place, their eyes filled with incomprehension, shock, and disbelief.

Shuang Fandong subconsciously rubbed his ears, thinking he had misheard!

Leng Lao and Lao Guijian were whispering to each other, their voices extremely low, but they couldn't hide their astonishment: "What is Liang Sheng playing at? Instead of sitting in the position of leader, he's going to promote Chuiji Lianzhuang?"

"A century-old rule, is it about to be completely broken?"

"That scoundrel, Chick, has been a mere figurehead this term, and he wants to win again? He's going to turn the triad upside down!"

Amidst the discussions, there was a lot of skepticism, but no one dared to publicly refute Lin Sheng.

After all, Lin Sheng is now the most powerful regional tycoon among the new generation of Wo Luen Shing.

Even the uniformly large D-class buildings in Tsuen Wan have to take a backseat.

At this moment, Chuiji, who had been pushed into the eye of the storm by Lin Sheng, looked at Lin Sheng with a completely bewildered expression. After a long while, he finally managed to utter a curse: "Damn you, Lin Sheng! What are you playing at? If you don't want to be the boss, just say so. There's no need to mess with me like this!"

Blowing the chicken's words was full of grievance and anger.

Two years ago, Big D first tried to choose a leader, but Uncle Deng stopped him because he was not qualified enough.

As a result, they spent a lot of money to put Chuiji in the position of leader.

At that time, he was overjoyed, thinking that he had finally made it to the top and become the undisputed leader of Wo Luen Shing, with a bright future and boundless glory.

But when Chuiji actually sat in that position, he realized that it was a hot potato, a puppet manipulated by Big D.

When he went out, the uncles in the gang didn't take him seriously at all, and the henchmen below him were even more outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant.

Within the gang, he was constantly hampered by Big D, ordered around, and had no authority whatsoever as the leader.

Big D told him to go east, but he dared not go west; he was a complete puppet on a string.

In the past two years, countless people have been gossiping behind his back, calling him "Big D's dog, a useless leader who has disgraced Wo Shing Wo!"

Chick had long been fed up with the mocking looks and the hurtful gossip.

After enduring so much hardship, his term is about to end, and Big D is about to run for office.

Chik-Chicken felt his liberation was imminent. He had already planned that after retiring, he would return to Wan Chai, run his two bars, and live a peaceful life.

Although the bar business was bad, the money he earned was enough for him to live on. He didn't have to put up with anyone's attitude, deal with the mess in the gang, or put up with that jerk anymore. How carefree he was!

But now, Lin Sheng suddenly wants to promote him to win the championship again, and Chuiji knows the truth in his heart.

Sima Zhao's intentions are obvious to everyone. This is not a favor; it is clearly pushing him into a fire pit.

Liang Sheng, that good-for-nothing, didn't want to be in this position, so they pushed this soft target up there to continue being used as a shield and a dog to be ordered around.

Chuiji gritted his teeth, cursing Lin Sheng a thousand times in his heart.

He had made up his mind that he would never agree to this, no matter what.

The two bars in Wan Chai are great, how could I possibly go back to being a puppet boss who can be manipulated by others, and suffer endless humiliation again!

Uncle Deng's gaze fell heavily on Chuiji, his tone carrying an undeniable air of authority: "Chuiji, what exactly did you and Liangsheng do?"

Upon hearing this, Chuiji's heart tightened. He quickly waved his hands and took a half-step back, his tone urgent and humble: "Uncle Deng, it really has nothing to do with me! I haven't even had a private conversation with Liangsheng. I just found out about this myself!"

Chuiji looked terrified, afraid that Uncle Deng would misunderstand that he was colluding with Lin Sheng.

It should be noted that once a triad leader steps down, he automatically falls into the uncles' group, and his future standing within the triad will depend on the support of veteran uncles like Uncle Deng.

He dared not easily offend this deeply entrenched old man, so he could only desperately try to distance himself from him, his cowardly demeanor completely undisguised.

"snort!"

Upon seeing this, Uncle Deng immediately snorted coldly, his eyes filled with disdain.

Having lived most of his life, he had met thousands, if not tens of thousands, of people and could see through the tricks of the trade at a glance.

This was clearly a deliberate scheme by Lin Sheng, openly praising and flattering Ji Lianzhuang.

In reality, they wanted to test the limits of these old guys.

If he manages to pull this off, then all of them old folks will have to go to nursing homes!

Anger surged within him instantly. Uncle Deng turned his head sharply, his eyes wide with fury as he glared at Long Gen, his voice practically spitting fire: "Long Gen, is Liang Sheng joking?"

In his view, the century-old rules of Wo Luen Shing must not be broken.

If Lin Sheng sets a precedent for consecutive victories, everyone in the gang will follow his example.

Every term they put forward a puppet leader, with real power in the hands of others. What place do these old guys from the uncle group have left?

Longgen met Deng Bo's fiery gaze with a sense of helplessness.

But Lin Sheng was his disciple and had received so much tribute, so naturally he had to speak up for him.

He earnestly advised, "Brother Deng, I don't think A-Sheng is joking. He's very determined. Why don't you reconsider?"

"Think about it my ass!"

Deng Bo was so angry that the veins on his forehead throbbed again. He gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "There is no room for negotiation on the matter of Lian Zhuang. There is not even a sliver of room for maneuver!"

If he doesn't want to be in charge, let him recommend someone capable. The rules can't be broken!

"good!"

Upon hearing that there was a chance for things to turn around, Long Gen's face lit up with a smile. He didn't care that Uncle Deng was still angry, and quickly agreed. He then turned around and hurriedly ran to find Lin Sheng to report back, afraid that if he was a step too late, Lin Sheng would change his mind again.

Upon hearing this, Lin Sheng's lips curled into a half-smile, his tone tinged with amusement: "Uncle Deng is quite generous."

He really hadn't expected the old man to back down to this extent. It seemed that the arrest of Big D and Lin Huai Le by the police had a huge impact on the gang.

However, if Big D, who was locked up in jail, knew that the opportunity he had fought so hard for had been handed over to him by Uncle Deng with just a few words, he would probably be so angry in the hospital that he would hate this cunning old man to death.

Previously, Lin Huai Le and Da D had been fighting openly and covertly for the position of leader for more than half a year, engaging in a fierce and deadly struggle.

Lam Wai-lok secretly colluded with Kwan Tsai-sum to frame Big D for losing fans.

Big D wanted to be the person in charge his whole life.

For this reason, they spared no expense in praising and promoting their uncle, and even bought tickets for him.

In the end, he ended up in the police station due to a chaotic fight, and his lifelong dream was completely crushed by Uncle Deng's casual remark.

Lin Sheng couldn't help but sigh, this is really annoying, Big D wants to be the person in charge, but he won't let him be.

They don't want to be in charge, but they insist on being in charge anyway; these old guys are just troublemakers in the gang.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Lin Sheng turned to look at Long Gen and said in a calm tone, "Uncle Long Gen, the remnants of the Zhongqing Society, Hetu, and Lianhe still have more than two thousand men. They are all fighting like cornered beasts. If we want to take them down in one fell swoop, we need to gather at least three thousand men. Not a single one less will do."

"Don't worry, Ah Sheng, our club has plenty of manpower!"

Long Gen immediately patted his chest and agreed, his face beaming with joy, afraid that Lin Sheng would change his mind: "The gang will gather three thousand people for you tonight, no less, and it won't delay your important matter!"

"Alright, then I'll trouble you, Uncle Longgen. After dealing with these three bastards, Four-Eyes, Immortal Fa, and Ding Xiaoxie, I'll definitely take good care of you!" Lin Sheng said casually, sounding rather unreliable.

But Longgen was so excited that he almost jumped up, as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

Having already received a million in tribute from Lin Shengjin recently, she naturally wouldn't doubt his words.

Without bothering with pleasantries, Longgen turned around and rushed off to report to Uncle Deng, his steps several times lighter than when he arrived.

Upon hearing this, the uncles and local leaders around him were all relieved.

They had been worried that Lin Sheng might not agree, but now that they were sure he was willing to take over the three major triads and share the profits with Wo Luen Shing, they all breathed a sigh of relief. Their eyes were full of admiration as they looked at Lin Sheng, and even their previous doubts disappeared.

Only Chuanbao frowned and muttered under his breath, his tone tinged with annoyance: "What a waste of such a good opportunity. Liang Sheng actually refused to be the person in charge. I really don't know if he's lost his mind. What an idiot."

Chuanbao's words were full of doubt and anger, but no one responded.

Everyone knows that Lin Sheng and Chuan Bao have a conflict, and every time he tries to curry favor with Chuan Bao, he acts like a complete idiot.

However, even if Lin Sheng doesn't become the leader, if he can really lead the gang to swallow up the three major gangs tonight, then he will be the pinnacle of the gang in the future.

Even these old fogies have to look up to Lin Sheng.

"Hey, shut up!"

Fei Hua, who was standing nearby, quickly tugged at his arm, signaling him not to talk nonsense.

"Exactly! These days, who in Hong Kong doesn't admire Ah Sheng's skills? If you keep spouting nonsense, you'll be drowned in spit when you go out!"

Leng Lao echoed, his tone full of dissatisfaction with the skewers.

Longgen teased, his tone tinged with a hint of probing: "Chuanbao, seeing how unhappy you are with Asheng, don't count you in tonight's troop deployment. We'll just need to gather three thousand men from our various regions!"

Long Gen's words struck a nerve with Chuan Bao, who immediately became agitated. His neck stiffened, veins bulging, and he protested at the top of his lungs, "Long Gen, you son of a bitch! How can I be left out of this military operation? Ah Sheng is outnumbered and outmatched; without my help, he'll definitely be bullied by the three major gangs!"

The three major gangs are already at their last gasp. We'll definitely be able to take them down tonight. Why wouldn't we take the easy prey that's already in our mouths?

"Oh? Didn't you look down on Ah Sheng? Why are you sending troops to help him now?" Long Gen sneered.

They wanted to freeload off Lin Sheng, but then they talked about him behind his back.

To be both right and wrong.

Even the northern girls on the streets of Shanghai are better than skewers.

As soon as Longgen said this, all the other uncles burst into laughter.

"Hey, do you want me to ask Ah Sheng? Do you need my help?"

"Please don't!"

Knowing that Longgen was deliberately teasing him, Chuanbao's face turned bright red. He tilted his head and argued back, glaring at one person and then rebuking another. His demeanor was both anxious and comical as he engaged in a verbal battle with a group of scholars.

Lin Sheng leaned to the side, watching the lively scene of Chuanbao jumping up and down in a panic and his uncles teasing each other, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

These old guys, who have spent most of their lives in the gang, fight for power and profit like a pack of old dogs squabbling over a bone—it's both laughable and real.

He turned to look at Gao Jin beside him, his tone slightly amusement: "Jin, look at these old geezers, don't they look like a pack of dogs fighting over food?"

A smile also appeared in Gao Jin's eyes. He nodded solemnly and replied in a low voice, "It's just like it, so much like it."

"That's enough!"

Uncle Deng's gruff, cold shout suddenly rang out, instantly silencing the clamor in the room.

He suppressed his anger, turned to look at Lin Sheng, and forced a smile to soften his expression as he offered a way out: "Sheng, come to my place when you have time. I'll brew you a pot of the best Pu'er tea."

"Since Uncle Deng invited me, I should naturally go."

Lin Sheng spoke calmly, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

Suddenly, the tone shifted, becoming as cold as an icicle: "I just don't have time now. How about I come to your funeral on the day of your passing, Uncle Deng, to offer my congratulations and toast you a few cups of wine?"

The moment those words were spoken, the entire room fell into a deathly silence.

All eyes were on Lin Sheng, wondering why he was provoking Uncle Deng like that.

Longgen was even more dumbfounded. Everything had already been agreed upon, so why add fuel to the fire?

What if Uncle Deng goes back on his word? Wouldn't all that work have been for nothing?

He was about to go over and persuade Lin Sheng when he heard heavy breathing behind him.

Uncle Deng's face first turned bright red, then quickly turned ashen, and finally became a deep purplish-black, with a surge of rage rising to the top of his head.

His obese body stiffened abruptly, then began to tremble uncontrollably. The fat on his chest bounced with his rapid breathing, and the flesh on his neck taut and hardened.

"call!"

His heavy breathing was clearly audible even from several steps away, and the veins on his forehead throbbed and bulged, as if they were about to burst at any moment.