Chapter 3 The Gathering

Inside the meeting hall on the third floor, a large group of people exchanged pleasantries at the entrance. Huang Peishan eagerly greeted, "Come on, everyone, take a seat. Let's sit down and chat."

"Let's sit!"

"This way, please!"

The higher-ups of the Huagong Association also busied themselves around Huo Dongsheng, leading Su Tianyu, Lu Feng, Yu Mingyuan, An Qiqi, Liu Hongxu, and Zhou Tonghui's two uncles towards the main table.

The group gathered around the main table, and Huang Peishan scurried to Huo Dongsheng's side, bending over to ask, "Chairman, almost everyone has arrived. Would you like to say a few words?"

Huo Dongsheng glanced at him. "Yes."

"I'll make the arrangements." Huang Peishan stood up and headed towards the main stage to communicate with the hotel staff.

At that moment, Su Tianyu, watching Huang Peishan's eunuch-like figure, was utterly convinced that the man hadn't secretly arranged the Wu family's departure just under orders. He was Huo Dongsheng's staunch loyalist, and probably had a hand in the planning.

*Tap, tap!*

Huang Peishan had barely gone halfway when five or six people suddenly walked into the hall. They were all wearing neat black suits, with black gauze tied around their left arms.

An Qiqi, sitting closer to the entrance, turned around and saw them. She paused, then got up to greet them.

"Qiu-ge, weren't you back in The Dragon City?" An Qiqi asked, surprised.

Qiu-ge's face was covered in blood-stained gauze, and he wore a neck brace. Pale, he looked at An Qiqi, grinned, and said, "I heard there was a celebratory gathering, so I brought the brothers along."

An Qiqi, seeing his expression, could sense his emotions. She didn't say much, only quietly said, "Then take a seat. We'll talk later!"

Qiu-ge glanced around, his gaze settling on the main table. "I think it's good here, bright. I'll sit here!"

With that, Qiu-ge carried a box, walked to the main table, and without invitation, sat in Huang Peishan's seat, placing the box at Lu Feng's feet.

An Qiqi looked back and, without招呼 the rest of the An faction members, followed him back.

At first, no one noticed Qiu-ge's arrival, but once he sat at the main table, he immediately drew everyone's attention.

Huo Dongsheng looked at Qiu-ge with surprise and stood up proactively. "This must be a leader from An faction Intelligence. So young...!"

"I'm not a leader, haha, just a nobody responsible for risking my life on the front lines." Qiu-ge didn't stand up, or even offer a handshake.

Lu Feng felt his blood boil at this sight. Su Tianyu also glanced at Qiu-ge, saying nothing.

Seeing that the other man didn't offer his hand, Huo Dongsheng smoothly picked up the teapot, smiling, "In the incident in Mann City, which department was...!"

Qiu-ge turned to look, then suddenly stood up and extended his hand towards Wu Boxin. "Chairman Wu, if we're shaking hands, we need to shake hands first!! Haha, to save your precious son, I led over thirty men to Mann City, and brought back... less than half!"

Wu Boxin paused, then immediately stood up, bowed, and extended his hand with a humble posture. "Thank you, I am ashamed...!"

Wu Boxin's words were absolutely heartfelt, because he was rather sentimental about these things. Otherwise, he wouldn't have abandoned his comfortable life to suddenly jump out and create some association.

Old Wu had witnessed the fierce battle in Mann City firsthand. He couldn't do it himself, and wouldn't let his son do it, but he admired those who dared to fight, who dared to risk their lives for it.

As the two shook hands, An Qiqi returned, and Huang Peishan, sensing the change in atmosphere at the main table, also rushed back.

"Xiao Qiu! You're injured, don't drink." An Qiqi advised with a smile, "Tianbei, the others are over there, I'll take you over!"

Qiu-ge turned to look at An Qiqi. "What's wrong?! Does a small fry like me not deserve to sit at the main table?"

An Qiqi frowned and reached out to squeeze Qiu-ge's arm.

Qiu-ge paused, then immediately retorted, "What's wrong with me? Why are you pinching me?! Isn't this a celebratory gathering? Don't my brothers and I deserve to sit at the main table?!"

"Xiao Qiu!!" An Qiqi immediately pulled him. "I'm ordering you now, go cool down for a bit!"

*Bang!!*

Qiu-ge slammed his hand on the table, yelling, "What does this mean?! You're not welcome me to the celebratory gathering?!"

As the words fell, sixty or seventy people in the room all looked towards the main table.

Qiu-ge's eyes were bloodshot, and due to his overly激动的喊话, the wound on his cheek burst open, blood flowing down his chin, soaking the entire gauze.

Everyone looked at Qiu-ge, craning their necks, expressions blank.

Qiu-ge turned to survey Huo Dongsheng, Wu Boxin, Wang An, Wang Xiao, and others at the main table, and disrespectfully raised his arm, pointing at their faces as he roared, "If I don't deserve to sit at the main table!! Do they deserve to?"

Qiu-ge pointed at Wang An, asking, word by word, "Do you deserve to?!"

"What do you mean?" Wang An, though also unhappy with the Huagong Association's decision, was a high-level executive and could only stand up and respond. "Everyone contributed to this...!"

"What contribution did you make?!! The Mann City police unit was lured out to the port by Su Tianbei, we blocked the five doors, I saved Wu Taiyong! There were less than thirty people in the villa, and you fought for nearly ten minutes!" Qiu-ge pointed at his nose and cursed, "Tell me, what did you contribute? Without my brothers, taking bullets for Gevin!! You all would have been buried there! You're sitting at the main table, do you deserve it?"

Wang An's face flushed red, speechless.

Qiu-ge pointed at Huo Dongsheng, Wu Boxin, and Huang Peishan, who had just run back. "You sit here, in suits and ties, looking all respectable?! I want to ask, what the hell did you do? Did you take up a gun, or set up a cannon? Besides stealing, what else can you do?!"

"Director An, is he drunk? Should I have someone take him back first?" Huang Peishan said softly from the side.

*Bang!!*

Qiu-ge turned and kicked him, sending him tumbling to the ground with a thud.

"You motherfucker!!" Wang An charged over. "You are...!"

Lu Feng immediately stood up, without hesitation pushing him back. "Don't let people talk?! I'm asking you, are you not letting people talk!!"

Huo Dongsheng looked at Su Tianyu, who lowered his head, saying nothing.

Qiu-ge turned back to curse at Huang Peishan. "Cnm!! I hate you the most! If you hadn't created that mess, would we have died so many people? You still have the nerve to talk back!! In another setting, I would have killed you!"

With that, Qiu-ge bent over, picked up the box, opened it, and slammed it onto the table. "Open your eyes and see!! Who deserves to sit at the main table!!"

*Crash!*

Fifteen or sixteen framed photos fell onto the center of the table!

They were a group of young people, averaging no more than twenty-five years old. They didn't have many serious photos from when they were alive. In the black and white images, many were filled with enthusiastic smiles!!

"These people deserve to sit at the main table!! What the hell are you?! I c your mother!!" Qiu-ge roared, completely losing control, tears streaming down his face. "I'll make it clear today, if An faction participates in this damn united association!! I'll take my men and quit, I'm out!"