Laiyan. "Besides, so what if you overwhelm a grandmaster? If everything in the world is only decided by fists, why did Long Tou work so hard before? Why didn't Wu Dalang succeed?"

Zhang Xing thought for a while and nodded: "That makes sense."

Pang Jingang calmed down and continued to ask: "Do you want all thirteen brothers to come?"

"Come as far as you can." Zhang Xing still hasn't changed his mind. "I'm not afraid of shadows. How can I be afraid of my fellow rebels? Especially your senior brother, regardless of whether he is the King Kong who broke the door. Since he has become the leader of the rebels, he will lead the army.

If you have reached half the county, you have to come here to accept the arrangements... This is not a negotiation with him."

Pang Jingang had no choice but to nod his head: "Then I will deliver the message."

Zhang Xing nodded with satisfaction.

Just like that, Pang Jingang stood up and drank the half bowl of ice-cold sour plum soup left on the table. He also took a water bag and filled a large bucket with cold air next to it, and then left. Zhang Xing also turned to look at

Ma Wei, who had been watching from the corner.

Ma Wei understood and responded with a smile: "I think Longtou has done an excellent job with this kind of thing... When he is weak, he keeps a distance. When he is weak, he treats everyone equally. He only applies pressure but does not test deeply... Anyway, you can't rely on this kind of thing.

Because if they are the only ones, we are the only ones, and if we are not the only one, then they are the only ones.”

Zhang Xing nodded, but then shook his head: "It's not that we can't go to them, but we have to be stronger and know more of the so-called clean sects... or we are desperate and have to rely on them."

Ma Wei nodded, noncommittal.

Zhang Dalongtou stood up at this time and pointed to the vat of sour plum soup in front of him: "Do you want to drink it? I will make a bowl of ice for you."

Ma Wei's expression suddenly changed: "Don't drink!"

To be honest, it doesn’t matter if you drink sour plum soup. This is the season for drinking sour plum soup. People are drinking it all over the streets, and poor families are also drinking it... In fact, they can only drink this. But the problem is that since entering Jiyin City, but

It only lasted two days, but almost anywhere and anytime, someone would ask him if he wanted to drink some iced sour plum soup with a bowl in hand, as if he had joined some kind of cult.

He couldn't help but think about it. Could it be that Zhang Dalongtou used this method to persuade him to stop drinking?

However, even if he, the Chiping wine boy, jumped from the restaurants in Chiping and fell to his death on the bluestone floor, he would never give up drinking and drink some sour plum soup!

Of course, Zhang Xing didn't know that such a smart and well-rounded person would fall into some kind of weird thinking wall because of a bowl of polite sour plum soup. He probably didn't care, so he came out with a bowl of soup.

I stopped in an area that looked like a yard and a passage between two rows of opposite public buildings, and then I leaned against the wall and drank slowly.

That look was very much like Kong Yiji pretending to drink in the Luzhen Hotel.

The county government offices on both sides were already overcrowded due to the sudden arrival of Zhang Dalongtou and the upcoming big decision. Countless military and political officials including Chen Bin, Wang Shuyong, Xu Shiying, Dou Lide, and Zhai Qian were there.

The characters have their own thoughts and are busy coming and going, and they are all showing off their magical powers for another major event since the founding of the gang.

At this time, everyone watched as Zhang Dalongtou came out with a bowl of soup and leaned against the wall to look at the sky, but they couldn't help but be curious... They wanted to know what the leader was thinking about?

Are you considering how to suppress Du Po Zhen?

Are you thinking about how to take advantage of the situation in Huaixi?

Are you thinking about how to win over some of Li Longtou's former subordinates who have done well?

I am still thinking about the question that everyone is most concerned about - when this political faction officially obtains the leadership of the gang, what rewards will be given to everyone? Will there be a new big leader? Will it follow the imperial court and establish six departments? Will the gang skin be further discarded?

Direct establishment?

No one knows what Zhang Dalongtou is thinking, except himself.

In fact, Zhang Xing was thinking about what he should do next... Li Shu seemed to be able to continue talking, but it was unnecessary; Du Po Zhen could apply more pressure, but it seemed that unnecessary actions would only show guilt; in this world

The new stuff outlined based on the basic political system and gang organizations is not impossible to change, but it does not change the medicine.

It seemed like I had done everything, but it seemed like I had forgotten something.

Go and see Zhang Daxuan?

This does not seem to be urgent, but it becomes more conspicuous at this time.

After thinking for a long time, as a cicada was suddenly disturbed by something and flew past, the leader suddenly remembered what he wanted to do.

"Are we still short of twenty villages?" Zhang Xing waved to Xu Shiying, who was relatively free, and asked seriously.

Although Xu Shiying's psychology was very complicated at this time, she was speechless for a moment, and then became more complicated.

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