ebookland Chapter 172 Investiture Ceremony
Chapter 172 Investiture Ceremony
Wei Jinghao looked at the beautiful Yazi and listened to her moving explanation with great interest.
This is much better than those old men's long and boring narrations.
When Yazi discovered that he was peeking, she immediately shut up.
He sighed deeply and said with emotion: "Damn it, these societies are so bored that they don't even bother to come up with so many rules."
"A bunch of the most unruly people in Hong Kong gathered together and talked about so many broken rules. It's really unreasonable."
"The strong make the rules, the weak follow them."
"Two flowers are placed in Tiansheng Palace, and you can see the whole of Hong Kong and Kowloon in one day."
"Today, Zhou Shengpeng asked all of us in the Hong Kong Anti-gang Team to follow his rules, didn't he?"
Chen Jin, who had been sitting silently on the side, suddenly spoke.
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was speechless for a long time, as if this was the truth.
Huang Zhicheng sighed and said helplessly:
"So stop complaining and work overtime."
"The Hongmen's rules are even older than our police force's."
"Just treat it as a show performed by these short mules, and let's just watch."
"As for Wei Jinghao, you should learn more and remember more."
As he was speaking, a Rolls-Royce stopped at the entrance of the San Sheng Holy Temple.
A man with medium-length hair combed back from his head, a stern expression, a big belly, but very strong got out of the car.
He was wearing a brown windbreaker and looked very domineering.
"Take pictures quickly."
As soon as Huang Zhicheng saw him, he immediately asked Wei Jinghao to take a photo.
Wei Jinghao quickly picked up the camera and pressed the shutter.
After the others entered, he curled his lips and said, "Mr. Huang, he's just a fat guy. There's no need to be so nervous, right?"
"No need to be nervous, look carefully, this is the leader of the Zhongzidui, Lian Haolong!"
"After Zhou Shengpeng ate the pile of letters."
"Lian Haolong recruited the remaining troops and is now very powerful."
"More than a decade ago, there were rumors that Lian Haolong, relying on his iron fists, fought off a hundred swordsmen with his bare hands."
"Although he's getting older and his figure is a little out of shape, he's definitely not an easy character to get along with."
Wei Jinghao was amazed. Lian Haolong had become a double-flowered red stick ten years ago. He was well-known and his strength should not be underestimated.
Although he had never seen the real person, he had almost heard the name so many times.
After learning that it was Lian Haolong, he became much more low-key.
Then another silver Mercedes pulled in.
A short and sturdy man with chubby cheeks and small, cunning eyes got out of the car.
"You're all familiar with this person. He's Han Chen, the big flour magnate in Yau Ma Tei."
"The bearded, long-haired man with the cigar in his mouth who got out of the car behind is Wang Bao, the boss of Yizidui. He's a fierce, hot-tempered man who's committed murder, arson, and all sorts of other evil deeds."
"He dared to openly gather in public to challenge the police. He is not someone to be trifled with. If you see him, be careful."
Huang Zhicheng introduced.
Then he pointed at the person coming from behind and continued:
"I don't need to explain the latter part much. It's the East Star Dragon Head Camel, and it's accompanied by the Smiling Tiger and the Crow."
"The customized Lincoln behind us brought out the Xinji leader, Xu Huayan, and the youngest Double Flower Red Stick Axe Jun so far."
"They are accompanied by Ling Jiang and Zhu Tou Xi."
"The last ones to arrive are the big guys from the Number Gang. That one is the Thunderbolt Cudgel. Standing next to him is the Double-Edged Sword King Ghost, Mong Kok tough guy Chen Lang, and Kowloon City killer Tiegudong..."
Huang Zhicheng would introduce everyone who came to the new police officers.
As the big guys arrived and Jiang Tiansheng gave his orders, the San Sheng Palace became lively.
As the ceremony was about to begin, groups of people wearing straw sandals, white paper fans and red sticks followed the boss.
The entire San Sheng Palace was bustling with activity, with the sound of gongs and drums resounding.
A gong and drum team of hundreds of people has begun to beat gongs and drums on both sides of the mountain gate.
Sixteen teams of lions and nine long dragons began to dance to the music.
A drama of dragons fighting tigers was being performed, with different postures and very grand.
Many of Hongxing's short mules were helping to set up the round table.
Hundreds of round tables filled the open space in front of the Three Saints Palace and were placed along the entire mountain path.
The open space next to it was also occupied and a temporary kitchen shed was built.
Many Hongxing brothers and chefs from many big restaurants were busy with pots and pans.
Hongji Food Stall, Youguqi, Fule, Daxing Restaurant, Causeway Bay Huangji...
Almost all the chefs and kitchen helpers who have connections with some community groups in Hong Kong Island were invited to help.
The kitchen shed was bustling with activity.
Just at this moment, the sharp-eyed Yazi recognized Zhou Shengpeng's car at a glance.
She whispered softly, "Zhou Shengpeng is here!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"
More than a dozen cars sped past.
Leading the way was Zhou Shengpeng's signature black Bentley, followed by a long line of Crown cars.
Surrounded by the entire convoy, the Bentley quickly drove into the Three Saints Palace.
As soon as they entered the temple gate, many people saw Zhou Shengpeng’s iconic Bentley license plate number 8888.
Someone in the crowd shouted, "Brother Peng!"
"Brother Peng!"
"Big Boss Peng!"
Then the short mules on both sides of the mountain path shouted loudly.
The shouts rose and fell like the tide.
Many dwarf mules looked at the entire convoy with shining eyes and full of longing.
Many short mules with small titles have also thought about changing gears.
Everyone says that Zhou Shengpeng is very famous, and today I see that his reputation is well-deserved.
So handsome, so good-looking.
When you are out there in the world, who doesn’t want to stand out and be famous? It is even more shocking to see it with your own eyes.
Many Hongxing brothers expressed their feelings.
This time, Zhou Shengpeng's flower arrangement in San Sheng Temple was more lively, more beautiful and more grand than the red stick arrangement in Gaoxi Temple.
This is the dream that countless dwarf mules dream of.
How many people have spent their entire lives in the underworld, but still cannot hope for such a glorious day.
Zhou Shengpeng wore a dark purple suit with a gold-painted pattern on the front that imitated the Kunpeng tattoo on his body.
Beneath the dark suit, he exudes a faint sense of dominance and brilliance.
A red flower is pinned on his chest, indicating that he is the protagonist of today.
This was the first time in Thirteenth Sister's life that she had seen such a grand celebration.
She smoothed her slicked-back hair.
He straightened his white suit and said with a click of his tongue, "Boss, this scene is even better than the Governor of Hong Kong taking the stage!"
"Compared to the celebration Mr. Jiang has put together for you, even if all the beautiful women in the sky were to celebrate for you, it would pale in comparison."
Zhou Shengpeng heard that Thirteenth Sister was preparing a celebration for him in the sky above the clouds.
He quickly waved his hands and said, "No, I can't handle those beautiful women of yours. Mr. Jiang made a big splash by doing this, but now it's my turn to bleed."
"leave!"
"You don't need to pay money, just provide people."
"Today you've got two flowers in Tiansheng Palace, and you've become a Double Flower Red Stick. You're so flattering. If I don't celebrate for you, it would make me, your younger sister, look so ignorant."
Thirteenth Sister said seriously.
"Wow, little sister, I have plenty of money, but this person really can't afford it."
"You have so many sisters-in-law, all waiting in line for me to bleed them."
"One drop of essence, ten drops of blood."
"There are at least hundreds of beautiful women in the sky and clouds on Bowling Green Street right now."
"In a team fight, even blood can be drained!"
Zhou Shengpeng laughed and teased.
"Drop, what's wrong with the team battle? Can't you handle the team battle?"
"From today on, you are a double-flowered red stick. If a double-flowered red stick doesn't work, what stick will work?"
"I have hundreds of girls under my command, and I've served all kinds of business geniuses and underworld bosses, but I've never served a pretty boy like you with a double flower red stick."
"Why not open the eyes of the sisters and let them see the world!"
Thirteenth Sister could only let go of her big sister dignity in front of Zhou Shengpeng and said with a smug smile.
"Oh my god, little sister, be careful or I'll call you a hundred young masters to show you the world."
Zhou Shengpeng slapped Thirteenth Sister on the head, ending the topic.
The convoy drove to the gate of San Sheng Palace in a mighty manner. It was obviously inappropriate to continue talking about such dirty topics.
After all, this is a temple, so we should have some respect for it.
All the brothers from the society, the gang members, and the big guys from all sides turned their eyes to Zhou Shengpeng's newly arrived convoy.
"Holy crap, so awesome, so impressive! I wonder which boss actually brought a fleet of cars here."
A short mule started talking quietly with the people next to him.
"You're so ignorant! You don't even recognize such an obvious Bentley 8888. The protagonist of today's ceremony is Master Kunpeng!"
Another younger brother sneered with disdain.
Then, a dozen men in suits and ties got out of the dozen or so cars.
Surrounded by them, Zhou Shengpeng got off the car with high spirits.
He was wearing a dark purple suit with a gold-painted Kunpeng pattern faintly visible on his chest. He had a handsome face, comparable to the star of a radio station.
Standing behind him were Thirteenth Sister, Dafei, Awu, Tianyang siblings, Greyhound, Airplane, Changfa, Sanying and other brothers.
The formation is quite huge.
If you take each of these people out and put them in the world, they are no ordinary people.
Most dwarf mules would call him "brother" when they see him.
The group walked towards the main hall of Tiansheng Palace. When they passed by some dwarf mules, those little brothers didn't even dare to breathe and stood respectfully.
After Wuying closed the car door, he looked at the grand celebration and the ceremony, feeling a little hesitant and not knowing where to stand.
He is surrounded by big shots, and as a driver, he seems unqualified to follow them into the house.
Zhou Shengpeng stood at the door with a completely different mentality.
He felt the admiration of thousands of people, enjoyed the grand ceremony held for him, and felt very happy.
Of course he also noticed the fly's distress.
He simply reached out and put his arm around Wuying's shoulders.
He laughed loudly and said, "Let's go in together and show the seniors and big brothers how handsome we are!"
"Hahaha, okay, let's go!"
Dafei picked his nose and laughed wildly.
Sanying gave Wuying a look and whispered, "Don't just stand there. Come in with Brother Peng."
"Ok."
Wuying lowered his head, a surge of blood in his heart, his eyes were a little moist, and he was extremely excited.
He had become very successful, and one day he could actually attend such a grand ceremony and step into the Three Saints Palace with so many bosses.
No matter how time changes, this scene in the Three Saints Palace today and the inauguration ceremony of Big Brother Peng will become an eternal memory for the entire martial arts world.
He, the black fly, can also have a place in it and benefit from it.
A few years later, I can brag to my younger brothers about how glorious the San Sheng Palace was back then.