Devil Fruit of the City

ps: Everyone, happy Lantern Festival! o(n_n)ohaha~ Let’s smash all the red tickets, I don’t mind at all.

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In the performance hall.

The performance hall is located on the fourth floor of the Leisurely Leisure Club. It was originally a performance hall with resplendent decorations, specially providing performance services for the guests here, but now it is used as a temporary conference hall by Bald Chao and Brother Hu.

The seats in the hall are soft sofas, which are arranged in a crescent shape in the stepped hall. There are a total of twenty rows with thirty seats in each row, which can accommodate five or six hundred people.  Urban Devil Fruit 172

At this time, after two hours of organization and arrangement by Bald Chao and Brother Hu, one or two hundred people came to the hall one after another. Since the hall is relatively large, it still looks a bit empty.

With a 'creak' sound, the conference hall was temporarily closed, and the entire conference hall became a closed secret room.

The gangsters who came to the hall felt very strange. What happened today? Why were they suddenly called over for this meeting?

All of a sudden, the entire hall was chaotic, and the gangsters whispered to each other, looked around, and wanted to ask the people around them, what happened?

Both sides of the stage were covered with festive decorations such as red cloth, and there was a microphone in the middle, while Bald Chao and Brother Hu stood respectfully beside the stage.

Seeing that the situation was almost over, Tang Tianyou walked out from the backstage and slowly walked to the middle of the stage.

With the sound of "Wow!", the hooligans became even louder, bowing their heads and whispering, because they had never seen Tang Tianyou in the gang, and logically speaking, they should have seen all the high-level cadres of the Mad Dog Gang.

But they have never seen this person before, but the two high-level executives of the Mad Dog Gang are willing to stand aside and support him. Could it be that he is a big shot?

Before they could think too much, Tang Tianyou was ready to speak.

"Everyone, please be quiet!" Tang Tianyou said softly, and the infrasound wave started——

This group of gangsters are all problem children, unusually rebellious, and the master who often causes trouble, even a mad dog, has not convinced them completely, let alone a person of unknown origin, but this guy suddenly became very angry. Arrogantly told them to be quiet. This isn't a scam, what is it? !

However, it is very strange that at this time, they didn't even have a thought of anger. If it was normal, someone would have yelled at you, saying what the hell are you, and you dare to tell me to be quiet.

Because they felt that although the sound was very soft, even without much strength, in the extremely noisy hall, each of them could hear it clearly, as if someone was softly whispering in your ear of.

Not only that, this voice seemed to contain a strange magic power, the body's instinct was faster than the thinking reaction, and the brain immediately gave the order to shut up.

All of a sudden, the originally chaotic conference hall, which seemed to be more lively than the vegetable market, fell silent for a moment, and even a needle dropped on the ground seemed to be heard clearly. At this time, this group of gangsters were sitting upright, and they looked more obedient than elementary school students in class.

Tang Tianyou nodded in satisfaction, and continued: "I'm standing here just to tell you one thing: your original boss—Mad Dog, is dead."

The news exploded in the conference hall like a bomb, causing shocking waves in the hearts of the gangsters present. How is this possible? !

But after such shocking news broke out, no one dared to speak. One by one sat in their seats, wanting to say something, but they didn't dare to make any sound, their expressions were rather complicated.

For a while, the atmosphere in the conference hall became a little delicate.  Urban Devil Fruit 172

Tang Tianyou ignored it, and said softly: "I know you can't believe it, doubt, argue, get angry, and even struggle, but it can't change the fact that the mad dog is dead."

The field was still quiet, and all the gangsters were slowly accepting this reality. For some reason, although it was a bit unbelievable, they felt from the bottom of their hearts that what this man said was believable!

"I am standing here today not to explain or promise anything to you, but to tell you that from today onwards you must be completely loyal to me! Surrender to me!" Tang Tianyou looked at the gangsters sitting on the seats.

Silent, still did not speak.

But Tang Tianyou could tell from their eyes that they didn't submit, maybe they were still laughing in their hearts, who are you, why should I listen to you? ! Even if Brother Gou is dead, it's not your turn to take over.

"Let me ask you, why do you want to be gangsters?" Tang Tianyou looked at them with sharp eyes.

Why be a jerk?

Maybe they will have a thousand or ten thousand reasons, for example, it is cool to be a gangster, you can drink in a big bowl and eat meat; Make money, just collect a little protection fee, and it can equal the income of an ordinary worker for a month.

But is that really the case?

This question popped up in their hearts. In fact, if there is no choice, I am afraid that none of you here are willing to be a gangster.

The gangsters who have been around for a few years know that they seem to live a chic life, but in fact they have not saved much money at all. Maybe one day they will get a lot of money, but it will disappear soon. Because you don’t earn money through legitimate channels, you won’t cherish it, and you won’t feel at ease, so you will lose it soon.

No one dares to stop the seemingly majestic life. In fact, no one will look down on you at all. Even if you can show off your prestige for a while, you will end up in jail in the future, or even die on the street. Didn't the majestic boss Mad Dog also die?

And being a gangster is also scary, how can you not have many enemies if you are a gangster? When walking on the street or shopping, I always worry in my heart whether a person will suddenly walk out on the street and chase him with a watermelon knife; arrest.

Even when you are injured, you dare not go to the hospital, dare not tell your family and friends, for fear of causing trouble to them, you can only hide in a corner where no one knows, like a wounded beast, silently "Licking" his own wound.

So, they were silent, just looked at Tang Tianyou quietly, wondering what he said.

"I ask you, when do people die? When they are shot in the heart? No. Is it incurable? Not right. After drinking poisonous mushroom soup? Of course not. It is forgotten by the world Time!"

"We are all a bunch of bastards forgotten by society. No one cares about us except our family! People say that we are the pile of garbage on the street that emits a stench, and the smell is unspeakable; people say that we are moths in society. , corroding everything; people say that we are villains, only smashing, looting and burning, not doing serious things."

"So people loathe us, ignore us, hate us. Sometimes, especially sadly, even the family members look down on us! Consider us a disgrace to the family!"

"No one will remember us. Even if we have put in hundreds of times more effort than ordinary people and made a little achievement, we just long for a little praise, but others will just sneer and say contemptuously. Did you snatch it?"

"Contempt, sneer, disdain, like a trace of pity from above, a soft sentence, so easily obliterate our efforts, I ask you, are you willing?!"

"I'm not reconciled!" As if they had spoken their hearts, like a sharp sword, pierced their hearts fiercely, the gangsters shouted excitedly.

"We are the lowest level of garbage, but still yearn for a bright day; we are trampled weeds, but still long to grow into towering trees; we are waste that no one can look down on, but still hope to be loved by others A sliver of appreciation.”   Devil Fruit of the City 172

"Even so, in secret, we have worked a hundred times harder and put in unimaginable hardships, but still no one looks down on us, and still no one will smile and say to us, well done! Let me ask you, are you convinced?!"

"Not convinced!" the gangsters roared.

"Yes, we are not convinced! Why do we have to be ridiculed? Why do we not get approval from others? Why do we say that the money we earn is dirty?"

"Yes, we are bastards. That's right, we have done all kinds of immoral things. But we just want to survive, just to eat a few more pieces of bread and drink an extra glass of milk every day."

"Compared to those rights holders who are well-dressed on the surface but full of prostitutes and robbers behind their backs, what are we bastards? Shouldn't they be more condemned? Just because garbage rules the world, they will continue Produce garbage, compared to these, our evil is more cute. You say, right?!"

"Yes!" The gangsters were excited.

"Speaking of which, you may want to say, I don't understand these things, I just need to eat enough every day, and I can live. Yes, what you said is right, life is really important. But I want Let me tell you, there is one thing in this world that is more important than life, and that is dignity!"

"As long as we are walking on the road, people will roll their eyes at us, our dignity will not exist! As long as those who think they are great, mock us wantonly, our dignity will not exist! As long as people are chatting, talking about There is a contemptuous laugh when the word is confused, our dignity does not exist!"

"What we need is not a piece of bread, not a glass of milk, but dignity! It's recognition! It's recognition!"

"But dignity and recognition are not obtained by begging and protesting, but by iron and blood! Whether it's villains or garbage, we want to make our reputation awe-inspiring and make people talk about it." Change."

"We are gangsters, and we are also men, real men, with the unyielding blood of Chinese men flowing in our bodies. This blood once flowed in the blood vessels of our great ancestors, and they never surrendered! Now, They're gurgling inside our bodies, tell me, would you like to let it cool?!"

"I don't want to!" the gangsters yelled.

"As a man, it's up to you to decide what you believe in. If you want to follow me and do something big in this world, you should throw your life away and follow me. Now, you bastards, tell me loudly, what should you do?!"

The sound is deafening and shocking, like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, beating hard on the hearts of the gangsters. The blood is flowing in the blood vessels. The body, head, heart, and every part of the whole body seem to be constantly heating up. There seemed to be a hint of hysterical fever in the conference hall.

"Boss!" A gangster stood up suddenly and shouted frantically.

Immediately, countless gangsters seemed to wake up, and became crazy. Obviously, the speech just now deeply impressed them, and shouted:

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

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Bald Chao and Brother Hu excitedly looked at Tang Tianyou who was quietly standing on the stage. They felt that the figure of the man in front of them seemed to be getting taller and taller, like an incomparably towering mountain peak, exuding an extremely powerful aura from his whole body. The breath, the incomparable fanaticism in the heart, being able to follow such a person, even if they want to die now, there will be no regrets.