Reborn Conceited Soldier

"What?" Hall Master... "You mean, Mr Sikong, he …" Old Mao's face was ashen, Mr Sikong never intended to let him off at all. Perhaps when he found out that it was his son, Sikong Banyu had already made the decision in his heart that no matter what he did to his son, he would not be able to escape death.    

    

"Old Mao, Mr Sikong did not say it directly, but it was because you had hard work and no credit. Otherwise, you won't have the chance to talk to me on the phone anymore. Do you know about the Blood-red Night on the Han City in Nation H? "    

    

Old Mao's heart sank to the bottom when he heard this. How could he not know about this? None of the thousands of people who were at the peak of Kun Martial Sect were spared the bloody night of the Han City, the only thing that remained was a crazy leader. It was said that he had the ability to report news, otherwise, he wouldn't have survived. In addition, many people from the military and political circles had died at that time. Including those small fish and shrimp, there were at least 2000 people.    

    

At that time, Old Mao was still guessing who exactly was it that was so ruthless. Now that he heard Ren Tianxin's words, coupled with the fact that the Fengyun Group of the H Nation's business community was sprouting from the ground like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, no matter how foolish Old Mao was, he understood what was going on. The culprit behind this was Sikong Banyu.    

    

"Since Mr Sikong has given you a chance to end it, then cherish it! Since the words have come to this, you can choose among them! " With that, Ren Tianxin hung up the phone. Old Mao gently put down the phone with trembling hands and lit up a cigarette. His mind raced as he recalled his past events.    

    

From a hooligan, because he dared to fight and enter the Iron Tiger Hall, he became a small leader. Ever since then, he had lived a life of licking blood from the wounds. For many days and nights, Liu Tie had been thinking about when he would die on the streets. However, in the end, he was able to achieve great things. Meeting Sikong Banyu was his chance to soar into the sky, until he was favored by Ren Tianxin and became the leader of Iron Tiger Hall.    

    

Everything happened so quickly, it all went away so quickly. It was like a dream, and before he could understand it, the dream had awoken.    

    

He took a deep breath and exhaled deeply. With his other hand, he slowly took out a handgun from his waist and held it tightly in his hand. It was impossible for Old Mao to not resent Sikong Banyu after killing his son with his own hands. Although he was afraid of Sikong Banyu, Old Mao believed that he would never let go of such an opportunity if he had the chance to kill Sikong Banyu. However, what he did not expect was that Sikong Banyu's considerations were much more terrifying than he imagined. Or perhaps, his understanding of the human heart already surpassed his understanding. He was unwilling to let even such a hidden danger exist.    

    

"A beggar, even if he turns into a millionaire overnight, still can't change the essence of a beggar. If there is still a chance, I hope that life will not easily involve higher levels, because I am not qualified. "    

    

Old Mao muttered as he raised the gun and pointed it at his jaw.    

    

"Bang …" At that moment, the door to the room was violently kicked open. Dozens of men in black clothing rushed in. The leader was a cold-faced man. Who else could it be other than Qin Meng? He had originally thought that there would be a fierce battle, but he never expected that the elites of Iron Tiger Hall, upon hearing that Sikong Banyu had asked them to come and take over Iron Tiger Hall, would immediately submit themselves to him without any hesitation.    

    

Old Mao did not know that before he had called Ren Tianxin, Iron Tiger Hall had followed him to Mount Gu Shan in the outskirts of Beijing to meet Sikong Banyu's people, and had already secretly reported the matter to Ren Tianxin.    

    

Qin Meng looked at Liu Tie, who had his gun under his chin, and sighed. He waved his hand and said, "Since you understand what Mr Sikong means, then I won't say anymore. You can leave safely. Mr Sikong said that he will not harm your family. As long as they obey their orders obediently, as for you and your son, we will bury both of them. "    

    

Before Qin Meng had arrived, Sikong Banyu had told him that if Old Mao resisted, he would kill him on the spot and exterminate all of Old Mao's family members at the same time. However, if Liu steels himself to end, then treat him well and take care of his own affairs.    

    

When Old Mao heard this, the corner of his mouth curled into a relieved smile. Indeed … Hall Master was Hall Master, and all of them were seen by him. No wonder no matter how ruthless he was, he was still a small leader, and he could control such a huge Iron Tiger Hall. This was not life, but the word "qualification" was something he did not understand.    

    

"Fellow brothers, please tell my family that these are my last words to be a good person who abides by the law. If someone disrespects us, tell them that they are no longer part of my Qi family."    

    

"Bang …"    

    

An ear-piercing gunshot rang in everyone's ears and in their hearts. After a moment of silence, they bowed towards Old Mao. Although Old Mao had made a mistake, he was still a man worthy of respect for his decisiveness.    

    

Qin Meng took a deep breath, looked at Old Mao's corpse, turned around and walked out of the door.    

    

On the second day, many people were shocked to discover that the Iron Tiger Hall people all changed into strange outfits and became security guards. They were no longer those hoodlums from before, and each one of them was extremely obedient. However, these sort of rules were relative. No one would believe that a person who hid a saber would never see the blood-red light again.    

    

Quite a few people who were surprised by the turn of events had discovered something shocking. Iron Tiger Hall had ceased to exist overnight and was replaced by a security company – Wind and Cloud Security. The leader of this company was no longer Ren Tianxin, but rather, two unknown people … Qin Meng and Yuan Cheng. In a short moment, the names of these two people started to spread. Some of the more skilled people had already found out that these two were Iron Eagle's instructors.    

    

Add on the deterrence of the words "Wind and Cloud". Everyone understood. The destruction of the Iron Tiger Hall was probably caused by the high-level personnel of China, because right now, who didn't know that the Fengyun Group was closely related to the high-level personnel of China. Even the instructors of the special forces had been sent out to deal with this matter?    

    

They did not know that the higher ups of China only found out about it the next day, but knowing that Sikong Banyu was the one to make the move, they did not care, and on the contrary, were happy to see it happen. After all, an underground force like Iron Tiger Hall, which was located in the capital and controlled by others, was not completely controlled by Sikong Banyu. The existence of Iron Tiger Hall was a necessity. Even if one did not have Iron Tiger Hall, there would be some sort of Bronze Tiger Hall and Silver Tiger Hall which would appear.