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The banquet hall was full of strong men or high-ranking members of major gangs in Kyoto.

Seeing Zhao Wujiang walking side by side with the leader of the Jinghai Gang, they were shocked and began to guess Zhao Wujiang's identity.

If Zhao Wujiang is not a young and energetic person who doesn't know what to say, then he is a man who is powerful enough to rival the Jinghai Gang.

This strength is not just martial arts, it is most likely a backer.

They all saluted Zhao Wujiang, and Zhao Wujiang also extended his hand to avoid hitting the smiling man. He was neither humble nor overbearing, and returned the greeting with cupped fists.

He was sitting at the table of the Jinghai Gang leader. Also at the same table were the two deputy chiefs of the Chengsheng Pavilion and the three elders of the Tianxiahui, mentioning A, two, three, and nineteen.

...

A quarter past noon.

The banquet hall on the second floor was already filled with representatives of major gangs.

Kyoto occupies a very large area, and Kyoto gangs are not considered to be gangs only within the city.

Including the city of Kyoto and a radius of 40 to 50 miles outside the city, they all belong to the scope of Kyoto.

The Jinghai Gang, Chengsheng Pavilion, and Tianxiahui, as the three major gangs in Kyoto, first reiterated to everyone the rules and regulations that had not been changed, and then announced some new rules and regulations, emphasizing the clear division of interests, etc.

Afterwards, everyone exchanged cups, ate delicacies, drank wine, talked and laughed with people around them, expressed their views on the new regulations, or discussed important matters.

And those gang representatives who had speculated about Zhao Wujiang's identity and what Zhao Wujiang looked like under the mask finally saw Zhao Wujiang take off his mask.

He is handsome, with gentle brows and a smile.

The point is, young.

The youth that stands out from the crowd.

No one expected that under the mask of the Master of Wuya Pavilion, there was such a young and handsome face.

The moment Zhao Wujiang took off his mask, the old eyes of Hai Baichuan, the leader of the Jinghai Gang, were filled with shock. He originally thought that as the leader of a force with strong masters, he would at least be an experienced man with traces of time on his face.

of middle-aged people.

But he didn't expect that Zhao Wujiang would be so young, so young that it completely exceeded his expectations.

A slight sourness arose in his heart, thinking that his own heir was only this age, but still relied on his power to dominate the gang, while Zhao Wujiang had become the leader of the gang, and his power should not be underestimated.

The most shocked people were the two deputy pavilion masters of Chengsheng Pavilion. They were eating wine and food. The moment they saw Zhao Wujiang's true face, they almost choked to death.

There was no other reason. They recognized Zhao Wujiang and knew his identity in Kyoto...

The banquet was filled with sighs and sighs, and everyone was shocked and lamented how young and promising Zhao Wujiang was.

But many people are jealous and sarcastic in their hearts, sneering in their hearts that Zhao Wujiang is probably just a puppet on strings, or an old monster who has practiced evil skills to rejuvenate his youth...

Gradually, many gang representatives came to Zhao Wujiang's table to toast and express their goodwill.

Such a young and powerful gang leader will naturally attract their attention and want to make friends with him.

Zhao Wujiang saluted back one by one, and the rice wine continued to enter his stomach and turned into a warm current, a slight smell of alcohol rising on his face that was as sharp as a knife.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, the cup has not stopped.

"Comrades, now that the autumn period has passed, in a few days, many young talents from other places will come to Kyoto to check the scope of the spring examination questions or travel around Kyoto.

You and I, the forces in Kyoto, are different from Jianghu and are not limited to killing."

Hai Baichuan toasts:

"We are not vulgar, and martial arts is the most important thing, but we can also show our literary accomplishments, show our prestige with martial arts, and show our virtues with literature.

Now that you are all having a good time drinking, and many of the restraints and restraints in your hearts have been lifted, why not compose a few poems to express your feelings?"

Many gang representatives expressed their support.

"Okay, drink and compose poetry. If you just drink and don't compose, wouldn't you lose interest?"

"After three rounds of drinking, I am in high spirits. If I don't compose poetry, I will be foolish!"

"Who said we only know how to fight and kill? This is Kyoto. You and I are the people in the temple, not the vast rivers and lakes!"

"Hai Gang Leader, we are all ears, please write a poem first..."

"Hey, the leader of the Hai Gang is a talented poet. Who among the heroes at the table can compete with him? If he composes a poem first, with pearls and jade in front of him, how can we explain it?"

"..."

Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly, and the two deputy masters of Chengsheng Pavilion smiled and explained to him that when Hai Baichuan was young, he was a scholar and quite talented.

Now that he is the leader of the Jinghai Gang, he composes several poems every year at the Kyoto Gang Conference, not only to express his feelings, but also to show off his talents.

No wonder someone was complimenting Hai Baichuan before he even started writing poems. So that’s what happened... Zhao Wujiang nodded.

Hai Baichuan cleared his throat, pressed his hands down to signal everyone, and then Lang Lang spoke up and started composing a poem.

After Hai Baichuan finished composing his poem, many people present immediately began to compliment him, saying that he was a masterpiece among poems, that he was a talent in the Imperial Academy for offering wine, and that there were few people in the world who were both civil and military...

Hai Baichuan responded with a smile, expressing his modesty, but Zhao Wujiang could see that he enjoyed the compliments very much.

Then Hai Baichuan asked the others to write poems as well.
Chapter completed!