Chapter 1437: Chapter 1328: Infighting
Unless it was the neighboring military power of the United States, which could dispatch troops to annihilate, but the United States wouldn’t bother with such thankless affairs, and the Hong Clan wouldn’t be foolish enough to provoke the United States.
The headquarters of the Hong Clan stood like a colossal fortress atop the mountain, overlooking the entire island.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the castle’s meeting room was exceedingly somber.
A group of senior Hong Clan members sat around the round table in the meeting room, yet no one dared to speak.
"Where is Luo Jiuya? Have you contacted him?" Mr. Lang asked coldly.
"Report, Mr. Lang, no contact. Senior Luo might..." Mang Shan spoke up from the side.
"No need to say more, this Luo Jiuya is growing old and arrogant, clearly ignoring me as the Gang Leader of the Hong Clan. Hmph!" Mr. Lang snorted coldly, a trace of killing intent in his eyes.
"Mr. Lang, Senior Luo went to Huaxia; he might have found new opportunities and possibly broken through to the War King Realm. Such a powerful person..."
Mang Shan did not finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear.
A War King Realm powerhouse is terrifying even to a nation; naturally, the Hong Clan cannot contain him.
"Hmph, we can’t deal with him while he’s out there, but as long as he returns to the Hong Clan, I naturally have ways to handle him!" Mr. Lang said coldly.
Everyone present felt a chill in their hearts, naturally understanding what Mr. Lang meant.
The Hong Clan’s island was occupied by a Mercenary Army, even if Luo Jiuya reached the War King Realm, he wouldn’t be a match for the Mercenary Army.
Everyone was surprised that Mr. Lang was already so dissatisfied with Luo Jiuya and was actually contemplating using the Mercenary Army against him.
"Mang Shan, you called us here, is there anything else?" Suddenly, Mr. Lang asked; this meeting was convened by Mang Shan.
He was originally enjoying himself in his bedroom; Mang Shan had recently sent him several white chicks with voluptuous bodies that he couldn’t resist.
Interrupted halfway through, he was naturally quite displeased.
"Mr. Lang, there’s trouble at Aguas’ branch, according to the news received, the two major gangs of Aguas, the Snakehead Gang and the Red Thorns Gang, teamed up and attacked our Hong Clan branch."
Mang Shan reported.
"What?"
Mr. Lang slammed the table hard and stood up angrily.
"A mere two native gangs from Mo Country daring to challenge our Hong Clan, that Zuo Li is truly useless!"
Mr. Lang shook with anger, causing everyone to bow their heads, not daring to speak.
"Who is responsible for developments in Mo Country? Stand forth for me!" Mr. Lang shouted coldly.
An elderly man immediately stood up; he was a senior among the Hong Clan’s old guard, with high status and authority.
But facing the fierce Mr. Lang, he dared not put on airs, instead speaking with some fear, "Mr. Lang, it’s me, the situation is as follows, mainly because you asked us to quickly capture..."
"Bang!"
The elder’s words hadn’t even finished when his eyes widened, and he fell straight down.
Blood sprayed across the round table.
"Hmph, useless old thing, and he dared to be a Hall Master of the Hong Clan at this age. It’s time he died!" Mr. Lang holstered his gun, speaking disdainfully.
Everyone’s hearts trembled; this elder had a high status in the Hong Clan, even the previous Gang Leader respected him greatly.
Though shocked, they dared not show it; Mr. Lang was truly unpredictable in his moods.
"Mang Shan, you take care of this matter, I’m tired, going back to rest." Mr. Lang’s coldness shifted to indifference as he spoke.
With Mang Shan there, he felt assured; he was still thinking about the two white chicks in his room.
"Of course, leave it to me without worry; I will naturally handle it for you, Mr. Lang, but I do need your assistance on one matter." Mang Shan said indifferently.
"What is it? Speak!" Mr. Lang replied impatiently.
Mang Shan smiled faintly, gently clapped his hands, and suddenly, the meeting room door was broken open, and a group of Guards with assault rifles rushed in.
"Mang Shan, what is this?" Mr. Lang’s face changed.
"Mr. Lang, don’t you understand? You’re old; it’s time to retire."
Mang Shan smiled lightly, a look of triumph on his face.
He had been Mr. Lang’s confidant for many years, his most trusted advisor, but Mr. Lang was always cautious, holding great power.
In the last two years, Mr. Lang had been indulging in women, giving Mang Shan the opportunity to replace the Guards defending the castle with his own people.
"Mang Shan, you dare to rebel!"
Mr. Lang suddenly grew furious; his face transformed, he always trusted Mang Shan immensely, never expecting him to want Mr. Lang to step down.
"It’s not a rebellion, just time for your retirement. Our Hong Clan has always had democratic traditions; you can ask the elders and Hall Masters present for their opinions."
Mang Shan laughed softly.
"I believe Mang Shan should become our Hong Clan Leader, Mr. Lang, you’re old, time to step down." A shirtless strong man stood up.
"I agree, Mr. Lang, step down."
"Agree."
"Agree."
...
Without any twists and turns, most of the Hong Clan’s senior members voiced their support, their faces devoid of shock, clearly aware of the situation long beforehand.
Mr. Lang was too volatile; killing the elder was normal enough, no one knowing if they might be next.
Thus, under Mang Shan’s quiet threats and inducements, they had long chosen to follow Mang Shan.
"I oppose, I’m willing to support Mr. Lang, Mang Shan, you’re rebelling, betraying Mr. Lang’s trust in you! You traitor!" A fat man stood up and shouted.
Mr. Lang’s face lit up with joy; this was also one of his confidantes, stepping up at a crucial moment.
"Rat-a-tat-tat!"
Instantly, a Hong Clan warrior who had just rushed in pulled the trigger, and the outspoken fat man was turned into a sieve.
Blood was splattered everywhere.
"See, everyone chose to support me." Mang Shan shrugged, smiling at Mr. Lang.
"Mang Shan, you!"
Mr. Lang’s face changed drastically, shouting harshly.
"Even if I’m killed, the Mercenary Army below are all my people; if I die, you’ll all accompany me to the grave!"
Mr. Lang’s gaze was icy, staring coldly at Mang Shan.
"So, Mr. Lang, I need your support." Mang Shan chuckled coldly, a gleam flashing in his eyes.
"Rest assured, I will continue to supply you with beauties; you can indulge yourself in this castle forever, as long as you never leave."
Mr. Lang was filled with rage, almost shooting fire from his eyes, rapidly drawing his gun.
"Die!"
"Bang!"
Mang Shan’s confidant shot first, not killing Mr. Lang but striking his hand; instantly, Mr. Lang’s intact left hand lost two fingers, the gun falling to the ground.
