Senior sister, please stop crying. I am really not a scumbag.

Chapter 139 Ceremony
The pigment of this tattoo was mixed by Song Qingnian, and its ingredients are unknown. However, when Yang Hao picked up the bottle of Lao Ganbai and drank it in one gulp, his whole body became hot and sweat began to seep out of his pores. The originally light-colored pattern instantly became vivid.

A picture of an eagle spreading its wings is lifelike and vivid.

Song Qingnian stroked the small tuft of goatee on his chin, his face flushed with satisfaction, and said, "Not bad, not bad. Pay attention to yourself these few days and see if you feel any discomfort. If so, contact me in time and I will take you to see a doctor. I can't rule out the possibility of allergies."

"OK."

Song Qingnian looked at the tattoo as if he was appreciating a finely crafted work of art. He was already very old and would retire in a few years. In addition, his business had been bleak in the past few years. He was almost closed for a month and could only make ends meet when he opened. He was already at an age where he could enjoy his old age and was too lazy to bother with it.

Tang Miaomiao came over to help Yang Hao put on his clothes, then paid the bill readily. The two of them left the alley and got in the car.

"Xiao Liu has already arranged everything. We will hold your initiation ceremony tomorrow."

"Ah."

Yang Hao fastened his seat belt, but he felt mixed emotions. He thought to himself, what the hell, after being reborn, how come I became a gang leader for no apparent reason?

I really don't want to be the big brother.

Donghu Garden was burned down by arson and is temporarily uninhabitable. Although the people involved have been arrested, the compensation issue has not been resolved. I am afraid that effective communication will not be possible for three to five months, but it doesn’t matter.

In the evening, Han Fei called.

"Yang Hao, I have to congratulate you in advance. You became the big brother so smoothly. You even managed to rescue Lao Gao. You are good. You are really good."

Han Fei was sarcastic.

Yang Hao also knew Han Fei's prejudice against him, so he said, "No, no, Brother Fei is the big brother of the Kites Society."

……

The next morning, Yang Hao took a shower, changed his clothes, put on the suit that Tang Miaomiao had tailor-made for him, and drove to the ancestral hall in Yangshan District.

Xiaoliu had arrived early with dozens of people. When he saw Yang Hao's Volkswagen approaching, he hurried over to drive the car himself. The weather was bad today. In fact, the weather in winter is always like this, cloudy and rainy. It didn't rain today, but the sky was gloomy.

"Brother Hao."

Yang Hao nodded, got out of the car and headed straight for the ancestral hall.

Someone brought a buffalo to the yard outside the ancestral hall.

Yang Hao took a deep breath, entered the ancestral hall, took out three incense sticks, walked to the portrait of Guandi, bowed three times respectfully, and then placed the incense sticks in front of his ninth brother's spirit tablet.

"Brother Hao, the time has come." Xiaoliu came over and said in a low voice.

"Ah."

Xiaoliu was holding a plate.

There are three glasses of white wine in it.

Yang Hao didn't hesitate at all. He picked up a glass and drank it with gritted teeth.

After drinking a glass of strong liquor, my stomach starts to churn.

After drinking three cups in a row, my stomach felt as hot as if it was on fire.

My mind started to feel dizzy.

Tang Miaomiao instinctively wanted to support Yang Hao, but Yang Hao waved his hand to refuse. He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, took off his clothes and handed them to Tang Miaomiao.

As soon as he took off his clothes, his muscular body was exposed.

Yang Hao's physique is not that strong, but he has all the muscles he needs. The moment he took off his clothes, Yang Hao was covered in a layer of hot sweat. It was a normal reaction because the weather was cold and his skin was hot.

The tattoo of a roc spreading its wings slowly emerged, looking lifelike.

Yang Hao braved the cold wind, walked out of the ancestral hall, and came to a large red-hot charcoal pot. A large machete had been burned red. He picked it up, put it into the water, and with a "swish" sound, steam came out.

The buffalo seemed to sense the killing intent and began to retreat tremblingly, with tears as big as beans flashing in its eyes.

The old man said that old cows understand human nature and they will not be killed if they shed tears.

Yang Hao murmured in his heart, "Old Cow, I'm sorry," and walked towards him step by step. At this time, dozens of people held their breath and watched this scene.

Yang Hao roared, picked up the big knife, and chopped hard at the old cow's head.

"bass"

Blood spurted all over his body.

The old cow fell to the ground unwillingly and died.

Yang Hao picked up the big knife and slowly cut off the buffalo's head. Then he carried the buffalo's head and entered the ancestral hall again. He placed the buffalo's head on the incense table and burned incense respectfully again.

In this way, the ceremony was completely completed.

Xiaoliu quickly called out "Big Brother".

Yang Hao wiped the blood off his body, put on his clothes, and said with a smile: "Tell someone to slaughter the cow."

"it is good."

Part of the process is to kill the cow, put the cow's head on the incense table as a sacrifice to Guandi, and the beef is shared by everyone in the Yaozi Society. When the Yaozi Society was in its heyday, this initiation ceremony would be held very grandly, with hundreds of people attending, but now it is so deserted that it would be very difficult for dozens of people to eat a cow.

At this time, a horn sounded outside.

Yang Hao heard the news and looked over. Wow, what a lively scene.

There were more than a dozen vans outside, and countless people rushed out, and the leaders were all acquaintances.

It’s from Xinnan Village.

Han Fei was among them. He entered the ancestral hall, bowed, and said with a grim smile, "Yang Hao, congratulations."

"Brother Fei." Yang Hao also greeted him. He knew that the visitor had no good intentions.

"No, I can't bear this 'Brother Fei'." Han Fei said sarcastically, and glanced at the people outside who were processing beef. He glanced at Xiao Liu and smiled sinisterly: "Yang Hao, you really have the courage to join our Yaozi Club. You can do it. There is still a long way to go. Let's wait and see."

Yang Hao looked innocent and shrugged: "Brother Fei, don't rush away. Since you are here, how about a drink?"

"I want to have a drink with you. I want to have a good drink with you. I not only want to drink your wine, but also eat your meat." Han Fei said meaningfully.

"Okay, please."

Then, the people from Xinnan Village took their seats one by one.

People from Nanmen Bridge also came.

For example, the dwarf mule and the descending tiger.

Yang Hao sat in the seat that originally belonged to Ninth Brother.

At this time, a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes walked in with three or five people. This man looked very rough, wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses, and he was very arrogant. He sat down on the fourth chair, which was the position that once belonged to Chow Yun-fat.

Yang Hao frowned.

"Old Zhao, congratulations. Brother Fa is dead. I think you are the happiest one. By the way, when will Brother Fa be buried?" The dwarf mule said with a smile.

Tang Miaomiao leaned close to Yang Hao's ear and explained in a low voice that the man was called Zhao Yang and was Fa Ge's subordinate. His relationship with Fa Ge was equivalent to the relationship between Gao Sancheng and Jiu Ge. He was the second in command of Fa Ge's forces. Now that Fa Ge was dead, he naturally became the eldest brother, and now he actually came to participate in the competition.

Zhao Yang took off his sunglasses and said politely, "Soon, in just two days."

"Row."

Then, Zhao Yang took this opportunity to say that everyone would attend Chow Yun-fat's funeral in a few days.

In fact, those who are present can get together and don’t care about these things. What they really care about are two things.

First, Yang Hao has now inherited almost all of Brother Nine’s shares, so can they get a share of the pie?

Second, before Ninth Brother died, he had closed down the horse farm and retired from the business. Now that Ninth Brother is dead and Yang Hao has taken over, should the horse farm continue to operate?

(End of this chapter)