In response to the middle-aged man's question, Wen Yucheng did not get angry, but introduced to Lin Chuan: "This is Gou Xi, the elder of the White Dragon Society, known as Big Dog."
Lin Chuan looked at Big Dog: "Brother Dog, it's not that I look down on the White Dragon Society, but I've never been in charge of such a large society, and I'm afraid of messing things up."
The big dog said coldly: "You have some self-awareness, and you don't get carried away just because the sea of clouds seizes the limelight."
Ye Fei said angrily: "Big dog, why are you talking!"
"Woof woof woof!" The big dog deliberately imitated the barking of a dog, then laughed loudly and said to Ye Fei: "Ye Fei, do you understand?"
Ye Fei was furious and was about to take action, but was stopped by Wen Yucheng.
Wen Yucheng glanced at everyone and said coldly: "Lin Chuan's appointment as president is a unanimous decision. What do you mean by the people who are standing up to stir up trouble now?"
The big dog glanced sideways at Lin Chuan and said to Wen Yucheng: "Brother Wen, I obey you, but not him."
"Yes, he is so young and he wants to be our boss!"
"The White Dragon Society is the number one society in Xuzhou after all. Let others know that we, a bunch of old men, call a boy in his early twenties Big Brother, that will make people laugh."
"Brother Wen can be the boss, but others can't."
A few more people echoed the big dog.
Seeing this, Wen Yucheng still didn't understand why these people deliberately launched an attack at this time.
Moreover, several of them were originally Bai Emperor's cronies. When Bai Emperor plotted to seize the White Dragon Society, these people exerted great efforts.
Wen Yucheng missed their old friendship and for the sake of the stability of the White Dragon Society, so he did not hold them accountable, but he did not expect that this group of people would dare to cause trouble.
On the contrary, the big dog has a single-minded mind and does not even know that he is being used as a weapon.
Wen Yucheng looked at the few people who opposed Lin Chuan: "If you let me be the boss, then I will interfere in Jianghu affairs. According to the rules of the Duwu Division, I have to die. It seems that you want me to die."
"Brother Wen, that's not what we meant."
The speaker was a man with thin cheeks and dull gray eyes. He looked like a drug addict.
He sniffed and continued: "We just hope that someone with authority and brains will be our boss. Instead of relying on fists and connections."
A fat man wearing a big gold chain took out a gun and put it on the table. He sneered: "No matter how good he is at shooting, how can he block the gun?"
Everyone looked at the pistol with different expressions.
There was uncontrollable anger in Wen Yucheng's eyes. These guys wanted to kill him and Lin Chuan in one fell swoop.
It seems that I still underestimated this group of people.
Another charming woman wearing a low-cut dress pointed at Lin Chuan and said, "Little brat, you'd better go home and circumcise your circumcision first, and then come play with us."
Ye Fei said coldly: "Hui Zai, Uncle Jin, Sister Ya, are you dissatisfied with Brother Wen?"
"No, it's because I don't obey him."
These people pointed at Lin Chuan, with joking smiles on their faces.
Ye Fei was about to speak, but Lin Chuan raised his hand to block him, walked to the table, picked up the pistol, played with it, opened the safety catch, and pointed the gun at Uncle Jin, who was wearing a big gold chain.
No one expected this sudden change, and the atmosphere suddenly became suffocating.
Uncle Jin's eyes flashed with fear, but he pretended to be calm on the surface: "Why, you want to kill me with one shot. Do you think you can convince the public like this?"
"Boy, don't mess around."
The big dog barked.
The other allies, such as Hui Zai and Ya Jie, remained silent at this time, fearing that Lin Chuan would turn his gun on him.
However, Lin Chuan did not shoot.
The pistol turned in his hand, the handle of the gun was pointed at Uncle Jin, and the muzzle was pointed at himself.
He said calmly: "Take it."
"What do you want to do?"
Uncle Jin stared at Lin Chuan suspiciously, feeling that he was being deceived.
"Take it!"
Lin Chuan shouted sharply, with such powerful momentum that Uncle Jin trembled with fright, and he involuntarily held the pistol.
Lin Chuan pointed to his chest: "Shoot me."
Everyone was stunned, wondering if they had heard wrongly. Lin Chuan actually asked Uncle Jin to shoot him.
Is this kid mentally ill? Does he really think he is invulnerable?
Uncle Jin did not shoot, but looked at Wen Yucheng: "Brother Wen, if you are the president of this lunatic, what do you think..."
Bang.
Lin Chuan slapped his palm on the table and stared at Uncle Jin coldly: "I told you to shoot me!"
Uncle Jin held a pistol and said angrily with confidence: "Boy, don't be arrogant, I really know how to..."
"Then shoot!"
Lin Chuan shouted coldly, not wanting to listen to Uncle Jin's nonsense.
Uncle Jin's face gradually distorted and he cursed: "Damn it, you really thought I didn't dare to shoot!"
Bang bang bang.
Gunshots rang out, and Uncle Jin fired three shots in succession, all aimed at Lin Chuan's chest.
He and Lin Chuan were less than half a meter apart. With such a close distance, even if the gods came, they would not be able to escape.
Hui Zai, Sister Ya and others' eyes lit up, thinking that Lin Chuan was dead.
This man is Wen Yucheng's right-hand man because of his strong force. As long as he dies, his chances of competing for the White Dragon Society president will increase by 30%.
However, everyone discovered that after three shots, Lin Chuan was standing there fine, without bleeding or injury.
Gray Boy quickly asked: "What's going on? Are there no bullets?"
Uncle Jin stared at Lin Chuan dumbfounded and did not answer Gray Boy's question.
Lin Chuan raised his hand, opened his palm, and three golden bullets landed on the table, bouncing ping-pong-pong.
For a moment, there was total silence.
No one could believe that the bullet was actually caught by Lin Chuan.
"Didn't you just say that no matter how powerful it is, it can be better than a pistol? Now, I have given you the answer."
Lin Chuan looked down at Uncle Jin and said calmly.
Then, he took out the pistol from the dazed Uncle Jin, pulled the trigger on Uncle Jin's legs, and shot twice, hitting the knees of both legs.
"Ah!" Uncle Jin screamed, stared at Lin Chuan angrily, and shouted; "Brother Wen, hurting my brother is a violation..."
Before he finished speaking, the muzzle of the gun was stuffed into Uncle Jin's mouth.
If you shoot at this time, it will be fatal.
Uncle Jin was so frightened that he shook his head hurriedly, signaling Lin Chuan not to shoot.
"Be quiet."
Lin Chuan let go of the pistol and let it stick in Uncle Jin's mouth. He turned to look at the pale-faced Hui Zai, Sister Ya and others, and said: "If you are not convinced, just do it openly and don't do any tricks. In addition,
I’m really not interested in being the president of the White Dragon Society, but I want this position.”
No one refuted, everyone was shocked by Lin Chuan's tough methods.
Hui Zai, Sister Ya and others did not even dare to look at Lin Chuan. Uncle Jin was a lesson to them. No one wanted to spend the rest of their lives in a wheelchair.
"President, please sit down."
Wen Yucheng was overjoyed. He recognized and admired Lin Chuan's thunderous methods in his heart. He pointed to the seat at the top and asked Lin Chuan to take a seat.
Lin Chuan did not refuse and walked towards the seat.
But at this moment, the door of the private room opened, and a young man in a white suit walked in. He glanced at everyone present calmly, then walked to the top and sat down, looking at Lin Chuan with a smile: "Fall off the cliff."