After some communication, Jiang Cheng and Bellaire finally reached an agreement. Although Bellaire would not participate in the head-on confrontation with the Martin Gang, he could take the lead in launching an attack. He could dispatch people to harass the various territories of the Martin Gang and draw out the black people from the headquarters where Martin Luther was located.
This could be considered helpful, so Jiang Cheng readily agreed to Bellaire's conditions. He would hand over the management of the Martin Gang's largest source of income to him, and after defeating the Martin Gang, Jiang Cheng would provide him with some firearms and ammunition as remuneration.
Jiang Cheng did not care about these things. He just wanted to rescue Mino safely. Moreover, even if he got these things, the Lung Hing Society would grow stronger in France in the future, and Bellaire would not be able to suppress the Lung Hing Society in the 17th District.
After completing the negotiations, Jiang Cheng went downstairs and found that many of the brothers in the Jeet Kune Do Dojo had already left. It seemed that they had all responded to the call and gathered at Rod Street. The remaining people were busy preparing for the upcoming battle between the Lung Hing Society and the Martin Gang.
Right after Jiang Cheng went downstairs, Zhuge Liuyun immediately went upstairs with his four brothers. Not long after, they carried a wooden box downstairs. Inside the box were the remaining firearms and ammunition. They were preparing to transport it to Rhodes Street and distribute it to everyone.
"Hurry up, hurry up. We still have to teach the brothers how to use it later," Zhuge Liuyun urged from behind.
The four people carrying the wooden box were even more hurried, and they quickly ran forward, carrying the wooden box to the minibus parked outside the door. They pushed the wooden box into the back of the minibus, and then they got on the minibus together. Soon, the minibus started, turned around, and drove in the direction of Rhode Street.
The Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall was filled with the atmosphere of being ready to go, and the war was imminent!
Jiang Cheng looked around the Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall and waved at his buddies who were preparing to go out in the distance. They walked out of the Jeet Kune Dojo together, got into the car, and sped in the direction of Rhodes Street.
About 15 minutes later, they arrived at Rhodes Street. At this time, the square in front of Rhodes Street was already full of people. Zhuge Liuyun stood in front of them and was arranging their formation. He disrupted the original formation and rearranged them according to the action plan that Jiang Cheng had given him not long ago.
"Burke, vice-captain of the seventh squad …" Zhuge Liuyun was standing on a high platform in the square in front of everyone with a booklet in his hand. He was yelling out orders.
After listening to a few words, Jiang Cheng lost interest. He glanced around and found that members of the Blackbat Hall were listening to orders in the distance. There were about 70 of them, and it seemed that they had recruited new members in a short period of time. This was not surprising. After Tagore was plotted against and left the gang, many of his loyal buddies began to work in various professions. Now, they were just reuniting these people.
With the help of the Lung Hing Society, funds were no longer a problem. They could naturally go all out to develop. It was just that Zhuge Liuyun's original arrangements had limited the speed of the increase of members. Now, they could go all out!
Jiang Cheng saw Johansson next to him and waved at him. When Johansson saw him, he immediately ran over and came to Jiang Cheng's side. He bowed and said,
"Cheng Ge."
"Where did Tagore and Hansen go? Why haven't I seen them yet? "Jiang Cheng asked with a slight frown.
"Oh, they've been here for a long time. They're now in the basement of the nightclub over there, trying to persuade those black people to surrender. And it's not just the two of them. Johansson is there too," Johansson immediately replied.
"That's good. Go do what you need to do. The buddies who have just received the guns still need the guidance of the former Longxing Agent Team. I'll go see them myself."
"Yes, Cheng Ge." Johansson nodded. Brother Zhuge had an important task for him just now, so he really couldn't leave now.
Jiang Cheng turned and walked toward the nightclub over there.
After entering the nightclub, Jiang Cheng walked into the basement under the guidance of a Lung Hing Society brother. He found that the basement was unexpectedly spacious! The Lung Hing Society brother who led Jiang Cheng down immediately introduced him.
"Don't be surprised, Cheng Ge. This was the underground boxing ring of Martin Bond a long time ago. It was moved out later. The reason why it was moved out of this place was that the basement space was too small. However, it's small for an underground boxing ring, but it's enough for our Lung Hing Society."
Jiang Cheng nodded slightly and glanced around the entire basement. That was indeed the case. Although many of the facilities that used to be the underground boxing ring had been demolished, some traces and cracks could still be seen if one looked closely. For example, the high platform in the center of the basement. Although the boxing fences around it had been demolished, leaving four holes, some parts of it could still be vaguely seen.
At this moment, the black captives were detained here. They were divided into four areas, with about fifty people in each area. They stood in four irregular square lines in the auditorium on the east side of the high platform in the center of the boxing ring. They were listening to Tagore's persuasion. Whispers could be heard from the crowd from time to time.
Not long ago, Zhuge Liuyun sent someone to announce to them that Martin Luther was not willing to pay for their ransom. This immediately made many black people depressed, and they even began to hate Martin Luther. With Tagore's influence now, persuasion could be said to be twice the result with half the effort.
Tagore was sitting in a wheelchair on the high platform that was originally used for boxing. He was shouting to the black people over there. Since he was in the basement, his voice kept echoing around … He mainly talked about his belief in revenge and his past experiences, persuading these black people to join the Lung Hing Society.
Tagore seemed to have been very influential among the black people. His words caused a commotion among the black people from time to time. Some black people shouted words of support at him, and they were actually persuaded to leave the Martin Gang and join the Blackbat Hall of the Lung Hing Society. More and more black people followed suit.
As soon as Tagore finished speaking, another unfamiliar black person stood up next to him. He was tall and strong, but there was something strange. His face was wrapped in a thick layer of white bandages. He came to the high platform and glanced at the black people around him. Then, he slowly spoke. As soon as he opened his mouth, it caused a heated discussion among the black people.
"I'm Johnson," Johnson said slowly in a low voice. "I worked for Martin Luther seven or eight years ago. I was in prison for a while and just got out," Johnson said slowly in a low voice.
There was a sudden uproar among the black people. It was no less than when they first saw that Tagore was still alive. They all whispered in surprise and pointed at Johnson from time to time.
Jiang Cheng saw this scene clearly. He secretly felt that he seemed to have underestimated Johnson's influence in the Martin Gang.
Suddenly, a tall but rather fat black man in the crowd shouted at Johnson, "If you're Johnson, why don't you show your face? Besides, you're a member of the Martin Gang. You escaped from prison. Why, why didn't you return to the Martin Gang? You're not an imposter, are you? "
"Return to the Martin Gang?!" Johnson asked. Then, he sneered disdainfully, "Why should I go back? When I was in the gang, I did so many things for Martin Luther. In the end, I went to prison, and no one came to rescue me! Why should I go back to the Martin Gang? "
After a short pause, Johnson continued, "The Lung Hing Society helped me escape from prison. Now that I've joined the Lung Hing Society, anyone who wants to follow me, Johnson, can step forward immediately. Black, do you want to?!" Suddenly, he pointed at the black man who had shouted at him and asked.
"You came to see me in prison before. I still remember it clearly," Johnson said to the man with a smile.
When the tall but fat black man heard Johnson's words, his body suddenly trembled. After a long time, he said, "Johnson, are you really Brother Johnson?" He gradually became a little emotional.
Johnson nodded. "Of course, this face of mine." As he spoke, he touched his bandaged face. "Because I'm a wanted criminal now, I can't continue living with this face, so I made a small change. How about it, Black, do you want to follow me like before and join the Lung Hing Society?!"
Many people were shocked that Hei Zai used to be Qiao Sen's underling.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the black man called Black, waiting for his answer.
Without much hesitation, the black man called Black raised his hand and shouted, "Okay, Brother Johnson, I'll follow you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, many other black men immediately echoed, saying that they wanted to leave the Martin Gang and join the Lung Hing Society. As more and more people spoke, more people were influenced, and there was a wave of calls to join the Lung Hing Society. In the blink of an eye, nearly 90% of the people expressed their willingness to join the society. It could be said that the effect was amazing.
These black men felt sympathy for Johnson's experience. After Johnson went to prison, Martin Luther didn't care about him. Now that they were captured, Martin Luther didn't care about them either. They couldn't help but feel disappointed. In addition, now that Tagore and Johnson had taken the lead in joining the Lung Hing Society, they were even more like leaders. Suddenly, one by one, they expressed their willingness to join the Lung Hing Society.
Jiang Cheng came to a Lung Hing Society member who was filming and asked softly, "Have you filmed all of them?"
The member turned around and said to Jiang Cheng with a smile, "Yes, Cheng Ge. I've filmed all of them. With some editing, I believe that we can make a very exciting short film."
"Very good." Jiang Cheng nodded with satisfaction. With this short film made from the scene, as long as it was well publicized in a world as advanced as the Internet, he believed that the other members of the Martin Gang who saw this short film would soon be shocked. In addition, with Tagore and Johnson's call, he believed that more people would join the Lung Hing Society.
There were more than 200 black men here, and 90% of them expressed their desire to join the Lung Hing Society. In other words, the Blackbat Hall of the Lung Hing Society had suddenly increased by more than 200 members.
These black men had just joined the Blackbat Hall. Although they couldn't be used to attack the Martin Gang, they could use them to call on other members of the Martin Gang to make more people leave the Martin Gang. With all kinds of measures added together, it was believed that the results would be remarkable.
"Johnson, come here." Jiang Cheng came to Tagore and Hans' side and waved at Johnson, who was standing before him.
Johnson immediately walked over and came to Jiang Cheng's side. He nodded and greeted, "Cheng Ge!"
"Mhm." Jiang Cheng nodded at him and then turned to look at Hans and Tagore. He smiled and said, "Now I have a decision to make, and I hope you two can agree."
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