Very soon, the dozen or so elders who had arrived today entered the villa.
It was obvious that Uncle Deng had divided everyone by rank.
Most of the underlings were stopped outside by the bodyguards.
Only three people—Lin Yao, Dongguan Boy, and Airplane Not Pulling Up—were allowed to follow the elders into the villa's living room.
Even the big boss of the Cheung Lok Gang wasn't permitted to enter.
Jimmy Boy didn't show up today.
Lin Yao guessed he'd gone off to attend some all-English class.
At this moment, after a maid finished serving tea to all the elders,
Uncle Deng finally spoke:
"Brothers, I've called everyone here today to settle the matter of the chairman."
"This can't be dragged out any longer.
Otherwise, Wo Shing will truly fall apart."
Uncle Deng didn't explain what kind of chaos Wo Shing had gone through recently.
Nor did he say that Hun Jianglong had been killed by Big D—
because there was no evidence.
But all the elders present understood perfectly well
what Uncle Deng was worried about.
"I still support Big D. Big D has the strongest strength!"
As soon as Uncle Deng finished speaking,
the bespectacled Moon Ball enforcer, String Exploder, immediately spoke up.
This time, however, no one echoed him.
Even Big D's newly allied partner, Dai Po Hei, was just observing silently.
No one brought up Ah Lok either.
Uncle Deng calmly said,
"String Exploder, it's not that Big D is incapable—he's just too young.
Let him wait a bit longer."
"Uncle Deng, then who are you recommending?"
String Exploder didn't argue back, but instead asked.
In his heart, he already knew that Uncle Deng had made up his mind
not to support Big D this round.
The reactions of the others also made it clear—
Big D was out of the game this time.
Even so, he had to back Big D to the end.
Though it pained him to think about the two hundred thousand Big D had paid him,
he had actually returned it yesterday.
What disappointed him was that Big D didn't even react.
"I choose Blowjob Ji.
This round, he's the most suitable!"
Uncle Deng took a sip of tea and said calmly.
"Blowjob Ji? Seriously?"
"He only has two small bars and two small brothels."
"If we choose him as chairman,
won't Wo Shing become a laughingstock?"
String Exploder never imagined that Uncle Deng would actually pick
the weakest enforcer in Wo Shing to be chairman.
Judging by Blowjob Ji's abilities,
even some third-rate societies were stronger than him.
"The reason is simple," Uncle Deng said slowly, his voice steady and forceful.
"Blowjob Ji has deep seniority and understands how to unite people."
"What Wo Shing lacks most right now is unity!"
"I support Blowjob Ji as well!
He's upright and forthright—he never pulls tricks behind people's backs!"
"Count me in too!
At the next formal election meeting, I'll definitely vote for him!"
"Same here…"
As Uncle Deng finished speaking,
several Wo Shing elders who held voting rights quickly voiced their support.
Everyone could tell that today's meeting
was nothing more than a pre-meeting to set the tone.
Uncle Deng had clearly already made private arrangements long ago
and finished the groundwork in advance.
Only Fat Wah appeared unusually calm today.
He didn't say a single word the entire time,
and even deliberately avoided eye contact with String Exploder.
What filled his mind at this moment
was the fact that his godson had been eliminated.
He knew very well—
if he clashed with String Exploder again at this meeting,
the other side would definitely add fuel to the fire behind the scenes.
The next one whose heart would be minced like deep-fried pork liver
might very well be him.
Although he had no solid evidence proving
that Hun Jianglong was killed by Big D,
who else in the society could it be, besides Big D?
Just then, Uncle Deng's gaze swept across Fat Wah, Dai Po Hei,
and Fishhead Mark, before he slowly spoke:
"Fat Wah, Dai Po Hei, Fishhead Mark—
the matter of promoting those three underlings of yours
to White Paper Fan and Red Pole
will also be discussed today."
"Uncle Deng, what about Jimmy?"
"Judging by his ability, strength, and seniority,
shouldn't it be his turn by now?"
As soon as Uncle Deng finished speaking,
Dragon Root hurriedly interjected.
He was Jimmy's boss's boss.
But at this moment, Officer Sam in the corner
was already slumped over, nodding off.
Clearly, the drugs had kicked in—
he couldn't even stay awake.
"Jimmy?"
String Exploder immediately took over, his tone carrying a hint of disdain.
"He's fully focused on business now.
He's already half-in, half-out with Wo Shing."
"If he wants to move up, let's wait for the next round."
"Hmph…"
Dragon Root let out a heavy snort,
chewing on his betel nut and saying nothing more.
He knew very well that although Jimmy had drifted away from the society,
he'd always been attentive and filial toward him, his "uncle."
Watching games, playing golf—
all of it was arranged by Jimmy as free perks.
"Dragon Root, it's not that I'm unwilling to give the younger generation a chance,"
Uncle Deng said, his tone softening slightly.
"Let him participate more in society affairs first.
Talking about promotion later won't be too late."
Dragon Root continued chewing his betel nut,
letting out a muffled grunt in response.
Uncle Deng glanced at him and dropped the topic,
directly announcing:
"Alright. That's it for today's meeting."
He then specifically instructed Fat Wah and the other two:
"We can't hold a formal inauguration ceremony right now.
The ceremonial flowers, wooden baton, and fan
will be delivered to you later."
...
At the same time, inside a private room at the Tsuen Wan Honey Peach Nightclub.
Blowjob Ji—internally appointed by Uncle Deng—
was hung upside down from an iron beam by Big D's men like a sack of rotten potatoes.
His face had turned bluish-purple,
and white foam mixed with alcohol dripped from his nose.
Four hours had passed,
and he clenched his teeth, holding on.
But when Big D slowly poured ice-cold beer over his face from a can, saying:
"Still not agreeing?
Then should I go look for your son??"
The moment those words left his mouth,
Blowjob Ji's psychological defenses instantly collapsed.
"I'll agree! I'll agree!"
"Big D, don't touch my son! I beg you!"
His voice trembled as beer and tears streamed down together.
That rare bit of stubborn resolve—
born from cold calculation—was long gone.
Everyone knew what kind of coward Blowjob Ji was.
Those few small establishments he owned
had all been opened with money borrowed from Big D.
Without Big D,
he was even worse off than Officer Sam.
But now Uncle Deng had named him as chairman.
With the position in sight, he could finally seize some resources legitimately.
How could he bear being Big D's pawn?
He wanted to hold out—but his son was his life.
Big D was ruthless. How could he gamble?
Seeing him completely crumble,
Big D curled his lips and tossed the beer can aside.
"If you'd done this earlier, wouldn't it have saved trouble?"
In truth, Big D wasn't that cruel.
It was Blowjob Ji who had forced him
to threaten the kid.
Using Blowjob Ji as a pawn
was also a suggestion from his wife.
D's sister-in-law came from a triad background;
what she did now was essentially act as Big D's White Paper Fan and accountant.
After making a phone call to his wife,
Big D lifted his chin toward his henchmen and said:
"Let him down.
We can serve the food now."
When Blowjob Ji was lowered,
his legs were still shaking, and he could barely stand.
Before long, servers pushed in carts full of seafood.
Big D flopped onto the sofa and motioned for him to sit.
But how could Blowjob Ji dare sit properly?
Only half his butt touched the edge of the sofa.
His back was ramrod straight,
and even the hand holding his wine glass was shaking.
Rumors were spreading in the underworld
that Fat Wah's godson had been k
illed by Big D.
Whether true or not,
he didn't dare gamble on it.
Wasn't he just becoming Big D's chess piece?
And this time—
wasn't he also Uncle Deng's chess piece?
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