The Storm Conference was about to convene all the gang bosses for meetings and spread quickly, and the struggles everywhere quickly subsided. Everyone knows that the time for major gangs to compete for absolute control of the London Underground World is coming.

The Storm Conference chose the meeting location at Victoria Harbour, the headquarters of the Storm Conference, and its intention to become king is even more obvious.

Many people couldn't help but secretly complain about the Xiaoyao Martial Arts Hall. The entire London organization was defeated by them, but they didn't expect to make a wedding dress for Storm, and they got nothing in the end.

On the third night after the Xiaoyao Martial Arts Hall was burned, the meeting was held on time. Victoria Harbor, which was quiet and without a trace of popularity, became lively again. Luxury cars were parked in rows in the port, and shopping malls, casinos and shops were reopened, and customers were crowded.

Clark followed the boss Zhang Peilun to the square building and saw that all the famous figures in London were here. Some people talked and laughed, and some were frowning. Like Wells, the leader of the Son Church, was full of energy and looked like he was showing off his skills at the conference.

His eyes looked deep in the hall and saw a lobby where there was a discussion hall with six chairs on both sides. On the steps above, there was a bench that could lie down, carving dragons and painting phoenixes, with majestic momentum.

Romario should have often controlled the entire underground world of London on this chair, right? Clark thought enviously.

"The Storm Club is really causing trouble as soon as it comes." Zhang Peilun sighed from the side.

Clark said in surprise: "What's wrong?"

"The last time the Xiaoyao Martial Arts Hall held a meeting, I left a seat for everyone, just to let everyone choose to take the team. But now Storm obviously doesn't even want to say nonsense, just give us a warning!" Zhang Peilun snorted softly, "Everyone is full of people with great strength. Who would want to stand next to me? I'm afraid I'll squeeze my head and fight for seats. But if I don't have the strength, how can I sit firmly in that position? If I can't sit, like our gangs, I naturally cannot get on the table. What qualifications do I have to do with Storm clamoring?"

Lack was a little surprised that Storm's move was indeed cruel. He clearly told you that I looked down on you, but what can you do to me?

"Are she afraid of causing public anger?" Clark asked in surprise.

"I'm also very strange." Zhang Peilun frowned, "Storm Club does not have much record, and its strength has only soared recently. Aren't they afraid that someone will overturn the table?"

"Maybe it's because I'm afraid that others will cause trouble, so I'm bluffing like this?" Clark thought for a while and said.

Look, someone has sat on it." The surroundings suddenly pointed to the lobby and said.

Lack looked over and saw Wells of the Son Church walking into the lobby with a smile, looking up at the surrounding environment, and then sat down in the first seat on the right!

Someone in the group sneered and said in a low voice: "I'm really looking for death. If I occupy two or three stores, I don't know who I am!"

One person teased and said, "The Holy Son Hall has been in the limelight recently. It is not an exaggeration to say that the chaos in Xicheng started with them. There were more than 20 gangs of all sizes before, but now there is not even half left. They have made great contributions..."

Someone has passed again, it is Melde, the leader of the Lotus Gang."

The Wolf Gang is a good-scale gang in Xicheng. At the beginning, it was only slightly inferior to the gangs such as the Hell Party, and it was more than a hundred times stronger than the Hundred Gates.

If anyone can sit in that position, he may be one of the candidates.

People thought he would sit down directly, but they didn't expect that Melder walked directly to Wells and said coldly to him: "Get out!"

Ers' face changed and he glared at Meld angrily: "There are so many seats here, why are you staring at me?"

I'll say one more thing, get out!" Melder snorted coldly, "Or do you want the Son Church to disappear in London tomorrow?"

Wells was shocked and realized that the other party was not something he could mess with. He gritted his teeth and glanced at the group of gloating spectators outside, and his face became hot.

Even though he could not resist Melder's threat, he stood up angrily and walked out."

Tsk!" There was a sudden contempt around him, and Wells's face turned red, and he wanted to find a place to get in.

After driving Wells away, Melder did not sit directly in his position, but hesitated for a moment and sat down in the third position on the right.

Zhou's people were slightly shocked, not knowing whether he was modest or was really worthy of sitting in this position."

Someone went again." Clark watched a big and thick man walk into the lobby and said gloatingly, "He is a person I have never seen before, and I'm probably going to be kicked out again." Zhang

Pelen glanced at him: "That's Lund of the Boulder Gang."

"The Giant Stone Gang?" Clark was shocked, and then he remembered a new force with a rise speed that was even more terrifying than the previous Xiaoyao Martial Arts Hall.

Seeing Dwy, Melder quickly got up.

Wei waved his hand kindly: "Sit down, I'm not here to compete for the position with you."

Melder breathed a sigh of relief and waited until Durway sat down next to him before he sat down again.

"He actually sat in the middle." Zhang Peilun said in surprise. The Giant Stone Gang is now the second largest gang in West City, except for the Storm Club. He originally thought he would take the lead in the top seat, but he didn't expect to be so humble.

After Dwy entered, Lun, who was pale but smiled unabatedly, and Jon, who looked gloomy, also walked in and sat down in the second and third position on the left.

"After the Warriors disbanded, Jon basically maintained his previous power. Ren and Tony each occupied some of the resources and manpower, but the three of them were not overestimating the strength of the Warriors. Storm would occupy one-third of the strength, and the other one-third..." The crowd next to him looked at a tall and thin white-faced man walking in and said quietly, "It was occupied by Alverde!"

Alphlid was wearing a coat, walking with wind, his steps were firm and his expression was stern, giving people a sense of pressure from the superior and a sense of being unable to look directly, which made people daunt.

Clark couldn't help but feel excited. He had to do this to be a gangster.

Alverde walked into the lobby without squinting, and all the eyes of Lun's four people turned to him.

A smile of interest appeared on his face, and then he looked back. Obviously, he was just a little interested in him, but he didn't have much interest.
Chapter completed!