Nearly eighty people sat at six dining tables in total, among which Zhao Feng's dining table, except for Ah Hu, was also the first group of subordinates to follow Zhao Feng.

"Brother Feng, Lord Tang is dead. Leng Feng and the other three military advisers have escaped. Now the entire Yonghe Society is falling apart. The territory of the three military advisers and Xiezi is a piece of fat. Everyone is staring at it, and even plans to eat everyone else's." The site, the next Lord Tang, I think this is also our chance!" Ahu said with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"Ahu is right." A bald tattooed man took a sip of tea, looked at Zhao Feng, and said in a deep voice, "Now the southern district is about to become chaotic, and I also think that Brother Feng is the new helm of the Yonghe Club. The two candidates, now Xia Shanhao, Dong Tianpeng and Ye Han are also staring at this place, I feel that before they make a move, it is the best choice for the brothers to help Brother Feng take the position!"