The words "oily noodles" were like an accelerant, which ignited the atmosphere of the scene in an instant. It's a pity that this atmosphere can't be called "harmonious", and the resentment is more appropriate.

Some people showed up the note handed out by the proprietress and shouted that this "exploitation" of the proprietress was tantamount to killing their parents, while others were indignant and tore the note to shreds.

In the midst of the noise, where is there still a shadow of the originally calm and harmonious ball? It's like a brave and ruthless casino atmosphere. Feng Yuan squinted his eyes and watched all this quietly, maybe these people were reckless men who grew up in the casino.

Feng Yuan was already convinced at this time of what was the most fundamental origin behind this conspiracy.

From the conversation between the few people just now, Feng Yuan concluded that the cave should be the eye of this typhoon. This intricate organization, which controlled the entire underground market in Southeast Asia, finally lost this hegemony and control in a struggle more than ten years ago.

Feng Yuan sighed with emotion. At the beginning of his involvement in the underworld struggle in Southeast Asia, he had a premonition that he would encounter no less troubles, and now it seems that these troubles may be even greater than he imagined.

"Oily noodles." The proprietress took it for granted, and a wave of anger could not be suppressed from her chest, and the blood vessels in her body were about to burst, at least in Feng Yuan's opinion, her skin looked red.

"Don't you want to think about who fought down this world today? Everyone can eat, is it your own credit? ”

Emotional. These words came to Feng Yuan's mind. He raised his head, if the proprietress was not a graceful woman, he would not have doubted it, and the punch would have hit.

However, the "oily noodles" are very proud. He seemed to feel that he had angered the leader of the scaboota, which made him more aware of his incitement.

"Who here doesn't know that Yijiu is an old-timer who single-handedly opened up this market, and we dare not have such a respect." "Oily head noodles" did not show weakness at all, he looked at the proprietress and the implication was that there could be respect, but the benefits could not be shared.

The proprietress suffocated her breath to her mouth, and she couldn't even care about her image, her teeth burst out, revealing a hideous appearance.

However, the more she was enraged, the more excited the dozen or so people became, and they were happy to see the embarrassed appearance of the leader who had been high above when he was pulled into the water, and if this person was a woman, it would be even more excited.

The cheers, the joy, and the bitterness of schadenfreude were all splashed on the proprietress of the proprietress at the same time.

Some people are shouting that we will return our hard-earned money. For these reckless men who lick blood from the edge of the knife and dance on the tip of the knife, this share of benefits is nothing else, and it is indeed exchanged for blood and life.

Some people are on the sidelines, and new people join them every year, sharing a bowl of porridge to drink. These people have all the government, enterprises, soldiers and businessmen, and the biggest backstage has fallen, and for them, there are fewer people who just share the cake.

This riot is only a grumbling at the moment, but no one really dares to make any out-of-the-ordinary actions against the stumbling. Because they also know in their hearts that the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and no matter how weak the mole is now, even if it really can't control the situation, it will not be bullied.

There are some people who understand this very well.

The proprietress hadn't moved yet, and she asked one last question.

"Youtou noodles, have you made up your mind not to eat a bowl of rice with us?"

Madame

When everyone heard this, they also quieted down, and in an instant, the dance hall returned to that solemn calm.

Once the proprietress says this, it often means a break.

Everyone's breathing became tense, and Feng Yuan could almost hear heavy gasps. Everyone is staring at the "oily noodles" and the boss's every move, they are waiting to see what happens, but they can't get out of it.

Those who can get a piece of the treacherous market in Southeast Asia are certainly not simply coerced and at the mercy of others. Everyone has a scale in their hearts, and they measure the balance of power between the proprietress and the "oily noodles".

"Oily Noodles" sighed, twisted the note in his hand into shreds, his tone was yin and yang, and people couldn't hear what he meant. "Boss, we respect you as a heroine, since so many things have happened in the past, it's not that we can't sympathize with you, but we want to eat the rice in our bowl with these things, so don't blame the brothers for not being convinced. Everyone does their own business, what's the difference? ”

The words "oily noodles" do make sense. More cries gradually overwhelmed the proprietress momentum, and her face became more ugly, as if the lights had become more dim.

"You want to go it alone?" The proprietress asked coldly.

"Oily head and powder" didn't feel any fear at all, but a little gloating, he came to the proprietress in a few steps, at this time the light in the center of the stage hit him, his face was greased and powdered, and the light reflected on his forehead, but his figure was not ordinary burly and straight. Anyone who looks at this picture will find it weird.

"Haven't we been working alone?" "Oily head noodles" asked rhetorically, this sentence can be regarded as the voice of everyone. Since the withering of the "nest of beasts", the troubled waters of Southeast Asia have not become clear. This is also what Southeast Asia did not expect after sending troops at that time, ending the biggest dens and paying the price of blood, the result is not peaceful, but just promotes a larger and deeper chain of interests.

One-third of the people in this hall are the same, and they have risen rapidly in the years since their collapse, seizing a series of criminal markets such as "drugs", "organs", "buying murderers", and so on.

For them, the Castle is nothing more than a legend of a change of dynasty.

The proprietress looked at these eager offspring, and the corners of her mouth provoked a sneer.

"Is there anyone else but you who is doing it alone?" The momentum of the proprietress has not diminished, but the expansion of these people is boundless. When they saw the "pink peacock" talking wildly, not only was they not punished, but the proprietress was angry and angry, but she didn't have the slightest idea, which provoked them even more.

"Crooked lion." They saw that the "pink peacock" was arrogant and domineering, and they stood in front of the proprietress with courage, and they also became bold and made an appearance one by one.

The first is the "crooked lion".

"Okay, it's you." The proprietress suppressed her anger and said.

Feng Yuan was quite curious, what kind of character this "crooked lion" would be, he turned his face to look, thanks to the fact that although his body couldn't move, his head above the neck could still move, he raised his eyelids and looked over, and his jaw was about to fall.

It turned out that this "crooked lion" was an old man. At first, Feng Yuan even thought it was a little ghost with a short body, but the little ghost's tender face was gloomy

Yang Jiaojiao grew some silver-white beard, and after looking closely, Feng Yuan recognized that this guy was probably the opposite of his ancestor, his nostrils were turned up, his eyes were bigger and smaller, and the skin and flesh on his face were smooth, but he couldn't hide the old age under his skin and flesh.

As for why he was called a "crooked lion", Feng Yuan knew it at a glance, but he almost laughed out loud.

It turned out that the old man seemed to be paralyzed, half of his feet were on the wheelchair, and the other hand was coiled with steel balls, his eyes were big and small, and he looked at it obliquely, and the corners of his eyes were full of markings.

Of course, the proprietress knew this old man, and the old man's age was a few years earlier than the history of the old man, and he could be regarded as an important old man in Southeast Asia. In the past, the old man was common, except for the three points of respect, the proprietress has controlled the overall situation in recent years, and she always has to laugh at the old man for three points, and I don't know from which year he got this hemiplegic problem, and the good "lion" has become a "crooked lion".

But now the proprietress can't laugh. He knew that this old man looked funny, and even his words and deeds were a little cute, but he was not a person to be messed with.

"It's not that I'm not convinced." The old man was remarkable. "It's just that feng shui takes turns, and this boss can't always take turns to be in the trap. Girl, what does the old man not take lightly over the years? ”

Bearish? The proprietress just wanted to take a sip. Of course, she didn't really do it, but what the old man said was also a real fart. To say that the old man is really old, the proprietress can naturally see it, but to say that he has no ambition is nonsense.

The proprietress knew that this short old man with a funny face did not want to swallow the mortar even with his bones for a day, but it was a pity that the business done by their "lion" was out of line, and the manpower was even more insufficient, and there was indeed no such opportunity for a long time.

The proprietress dared not speak angrily, so she had to swallow her anger, nodded, and stopped attacking.

The old man snorted, didn't say much, and stood next to the "pink peacock" and "oily noodles".

The two major gangs, one old and one new, have torn their faces with each other, and the scene can no longer be controlled. It's like a flash flood, once you break the fence, it's unstoppable.

They responded to the report, and Feng Yuan also opened his eyes.

What a naked mole rat, what a rat king. How can there be a roadside bee, what an ivory dolphin. All kinds of names emerged one after another, Feng Yuan stared at these people back and forth, and looked at them all over the place, there were a total of seventeen people in the hall, and sixteen of them all stood on the opposite side of the coffin.

It seems that the tide is turning. Feng Yuan was thinking so, but noticed the sneer of the proprietress .

This laughter is not like before, it is not coquettish, but the cold to the bones is a little bit.

"There's one more." The proprietress looked at the last person coldly, and a light seemed to move with her heart, hitting straight to the center, the only one.

When the light was dim, the sixteen people in the hall might not have been able to distinguish clearly, but now it was dim, but this strong light was in the center, and the person surrounded by the circle of light became the focus of everyone.

They cast their gaze curiously, and the person in the center was quite burly. This is not uncommon in their mixed line, but this back is somewhat familiar to them.

Chilling familiarity.

"Locusts." One of the men shouted, and there was a silent chill and scorching in all directions.