"Yes, we won, but what happens if we win?" The middle-aged man turned his head and glared at the other two people on the sofa and said: "This is China, not Japan. As long as I, Yang Dongsheng, am here, I will not allow the influence of the little devils.

Penetrate in!"

"Mr. Yang, hehe." A middle-aged man with a big belly smiled and said: "Mr. Yamamoto just came to us to do regular business, he has no other intention, hehe."

"Of course it's good if they are doing business formally, but are they doing business formally?" Yang Dongsheng stared at the potbellied middle-aged man and said, "I found it very clear that the Viper Gang that has risen in recent years has Japanese people.

I think there should be a big connection between the two."

Yamamoto, who was sitting there, was still smiling, watching the three Chinese people arguing.

"Master Yang, according to the bonus rules, if your people lose, they must fulfill their promises." The last thin middle-aged man said with a gloomy look.

It's not that he has a gloomy expression, but that he looks extremely gloomy.

After hearing this, Yang Dongsheng stopped talking.

No one can tamper with the "bonus" rules, no matter who it is.

"Do I also have a say?"

Lei Feng spoke, and while everyone was shocked, he slowly walked to an empty sofa, patted it gently, and then slowly sat down.

"Thor!"

"Thor!"

"..."

"Red Flower" has stood for decades, controlling the underground forces in East China centered on Huaihai City. Each sofa represents an identity, and each sofa represents a strength.

The eight sofas are like the round table founded by Julius Caesar, representing justice, equity and fairness. All frictions will take place on the red flower stage, which is the life and death boxing ring in the middle.
Chapter completed!