Among the three powers, military power is the most important, followed by financial power.

Military power gives rise to political power.

Wan Tanyuan first gave up his financial rights, hoping for a smooth transition of power and to avoid handing over military power first, which would lead to massacres.

….

nine in the morning.

Luxury cars parked at the entrance of Chinatown. One by one, the directors of the Grand Hall, who were wearing long robes and Chinese tunic suits with solemn faces and dressed formally, got out of the cars and walked into Chinatown. They stepped onto the main hall of Tianxia Hongmen, the San Francisco Chinese Restaurant.

Zhang Guobin arrived at the scene in a Mercedes-Benz car. He held his right hand on the side of the car door and looked into Chinatown with sharp eyes.

Hei Chai, Fei Lin, Target Boy and others got out of the car one after another, raised their chests and looked forward with burning eyes.

"Snapped!"

He slammed the car door.

Hei Chai and Fei Lin quickly followed.

China Restaurant.

Zhang Guobin changed into a decent black Chinese tunic suit and sat in the twelfth position on the right hand side of a long mahogany table, while Hei Chai sat in the fourth position on the left hand side.

The entire restaurant has six floors, including a lobby and private rooms. The sixth floor is usually closed for business.

Because the sixteenth floor is a palace-style design with wooden beams and withered flowers, the entire restaurant is integrated into one.

In the restaurant, at this time, there were one post every three steps, one sentry every five steps, gunmen from the Grand Hall, confidants of the directors, and hundreds of people gathered together, all with guns hanging on their waists.

Unless it's a head-on battle, the CIA, the FBI, the California police, the special forces...

It is impossible to break through the defense of the Grand Hall.

Chinatown's overt and covert spies and killers are all over the streets.

Cousin, Uncle Han, Head of State Bai, Huo Niu, Da Ji, Zhang Hua Wu...

I have never seen an outsole before,

director,

The whole long table was filled,

More than fifty people.

Not to mention Zhang Guobin and Hei Chai, two outsiders and internal directors of the Grand Hall, they may not all recognize each other.

The world is for the public!

Four large characters with gold gilding on a black background are written on a plaque, hanging high in the middle of the hall. Behind the long table are the tablets of Guan Sheng, Tianhou, Hongmen's heroes of the past, and the Lord of the Mountain.

Wan Tanyuan was wearing a Chinese tunic suit and entered the main hall with the chief master of Hongmen, the master of the auditorium, and the master of the punishment hall. The three masters each sat down in a row of separate chairs. The three of them were upright, holding the handles, and above them were

Another chair.

Wan Tanyuan did not take the first seat on the long table, but took a strong step and sat on the top chair with a majestic head.

"Whoosh!"

The moment he sat down, the fifty-six directors of the Dagong Hall all stood up and clasped their fists: "I've met the Mountain Master!"

"I've met the mountain master!"

Wan Tanyuan held the handle and said, "Hong Yings, please sit down."

Zhang Guobin, Hei Chai, and Huo Niu took their seats.

Wan Tanyuan added: "The reason for convening the Hongmen Board of Directors meeting today is nothing to hide. I feel that my body is old, my strength is weak, and my spirit is weak. I can no longer take on the important task of being the leader of Hongmen Mountain. I hope to choose Hongmen for the world."

Produce the next generation of arena leaders."

"The Lord of Hongmen Mountain is the Lord of the Dagong Hall. As the main Hall of Hongmen in the world, the Lord of the Mountain must consider the Hongmen of the world and take national justice as his public interest."

"According to the rules, whoever wants to choose should raise their hands first, then be assessed, and finally vote."

There are fifty-six Hongmen directors, no matter how old or young they are, logically everyone is qualified to compete for the position of the leader of Hongmen Mountain.

This is not the case.

The Lord of Hongmen Mountain is a high position, and the one who is truly qualified to compete for it must be the one who is powerful, famous, has made great achievements, and is loved by his peers.

There are only three or four such talents in each generation, and there may be as many as five or six, among whom only one mountain master will be born.

While Zhang Guobin, Hei Chai and others were doing campaign work, other powerful candidates were also doing campaign work.

Before everyone sat down at the long table and raised their hands to run for election, the secret competition had already begun, and there was no one who could gain strong support from his fellow students.

As early as the first round of behind-the-scenes work, he was already eliminated in advance.

Wan Tanyuan said: "Who plans to run for election?"

"Raise your hands!"

He glanced around the long table.

There are Zhang Huawu from Los Angeles, "Yuangshou Bai" from New York, "Daqi" from Philadelphia, "Qiu Ge" from Honolulu, and "Dukui" from Boston.

The five people raised their hands in unison.

These five people are all veterans who have worked for the Dagongtang for 20 to 40 years. They have many supporters behind them, and each has his own team and faction.

"Mountain Master."

"I want to choose."

"Mountain Master."

"I want to contribute to the group."

"Um."

Wan Tanyuan nodded slightly.

It was already expected that five people would stand up for selection.

"Xiangjiang Yihai!"

"I also want to make some contribution to Hongmen."

Another person raised his hand.

Young appearance.

The voice is clear.

Handsome features.

The other five people turned to look at him, astonished. They clearly had a list of opponents in their minds, so why did Cheng Yaojin suddenly appear in the middle of the battle?

The five people didn't even need to ask questions. One of the directors immediately threatened: "Master Zhang, as the leader of Xiangjiang Hongmen, you are a righteous person, and you come to compete for the position of our Grand Hall. What do you mean?"

Someone slammed the table in anger, stood up and shouted: "Zhang Guobin!"

"You want to step into the territory of the Grand Hall?"

"Is life tough enough?"

Wan Tanyuan's expression remained unchanged, looking at the two people who stood up to question, feeling a little disappointed.

Hei Chai stood up and held his hands in his hands: "Uncle Guan."

"Xiangjiang Heyi is a subsidiary of Hongmen, and Prince Bin is an honorary director of Hongmen. According to the rules, he has the right to stand for election."

Guan Bo yelled angrily: "Fuck you!"

"Black Chai!"

"Don't think that just because you are the honorary vice president, you are really a member of the Dagongtang. The Dagongtang has been rooted in North America for more than a hundred years. Are you, Xiangjiang and Yi, worthy of stepping in?"

"You want to change the sky and change the day, and the civet cat exchanges for the prince. What a joke. Do you really think we are blind?" Guan Bo raised his right hand and pointed his two fingers at his eyes.

"I still think we can be defeated!"

"Did we surprise you?"

Zhang Guobin sat on a chair, with a sneer on his face, and scolded him bluntly: "Old bones! Do you really think that the Grand Hall is your territory? The Grand Hall is the main hall of Hongmen in the world, that is, the main hall, and all subordinate brands are eligible to participate in the election.

, if you are unhappy, there are two ways!"

"One is to get out of Hongmen, the other is to sit on the mountain master's seat and smash the sign of the Hongmen main hall!"

"Otherwise you are not qualified to talk to my grandpa."

Zhang Guobin looked evil: "If you say one more thing, I will let you die without a complete body!"

"you!"

Uncle Guan was so angry that his face turned red and his whole body was trembling, but he did not dare to speak again.

At the scene, a group of Hongmen directors were shocked by Zhang Guobin's murderous intent. However, my cousin, Uncle Han, looked surprised and looked back and forth between President Wan and Zhang Guobin.

The executioner slapped his chair and shouted: "That's enough!"
To be continued...