48 Hours a Day

The promised date will soon arrive.

It wasn't just Zhang Heng who was invited, but all the big and small executives were basically there on the day.

In the morning, there were no more wandering people in the nearby streets. Instead, a group of fierce-looking, fierce-looking, powerful men not only guarded the front door of the tavern, but basically controlled both of the surrounding streets.

And the invitees, regardless of the size of the force behind them, can only bring two men.

This is obviously to prevent people from taking the opportunity to do things.

The mix of Jews and other foreigners in south-eastern Rome has been extrajudicial since the Hadrian era, with thieves, assassins, bandits, villains gathered outside the law.

Most of the time they are more accustomed to talking with their fists. After all, this is a world of weak flesh and strength, but sometimes they sit down and negotiate when war is not worth it. Of course, most of the time, negotiations are limited to the two or three parties involved, and it is essentially only once in six or seven years that one of the three forces takes the lead in issuing invitations to all.

And that often means that something big has happened in the recent past that will affect the vast majority of the forces, and this time the same is true, and those invited know what this party is about.

So a lot of people are waiting to see Zhang Heng and his patrol play.

Especially those small forces that were bullied by the patrol during this period, who are looking forward to returning to the good days before them, hope that those large forces will provide them with justice, restrain the patrol, refrain from further inaction by the patrol and continue to play the role of their mascot.

Among them, one of the most enthusiastic performers, his eyes clearly bear a strong colour of hatred. The people present are not new to him. He is the boss of the medium power that was previously dispersed by the patrol's quest for vengeance, stamped with the symbol "Bronze Arm".

Immediately after his defeat, he went to the Jewish gang's territory, which, as the region with the largest number of Jews in the southeast, was also the first major force here, with the largest number of people, controlling almost half of the business in the area, although generally the Jewish gang did not interfere too much with the movements of the people below.

Because this takes into account the criminal environment here, the lack of bold people, the turnover of power at the bottom, and the fighting that takes place in order to compete for the land are all routine, so long as the new successors can still surrender their full revenues, those at the top don't care who's running their business down there.

However, the copper arm situation was quite special, he was himself a Jewish gang man, he used to lend money in an underground gladiator of the Jewish gang, used this relationship to meet a lot of able underground gladiators, and then came the opportunity to do it himself outside the circle, because behind the back of the Jewish gang the first group, his power developed rapidly, and in two years became a well-known medium power.

But just five days ago, his good day was over. He had not yet figured out what had happened. Why was he somehow involved in the beating of the patrol members? Zhang Heng used the pretext of rejection to lead people to raid his land. When the copper arm was not good enough to decide to hand over the person first, he found that the person in hand was also missing. In the end, he didn't even succeed in softening his clothes. Not only did he lose the ground, but the copper arm afterwards received less than 20 people.

It was almost like sending him back to liberation for one night, so the bronze arm had to turn to the Jewish gang behind him for help.

And this afternoon's gathering, in his view, is almost a trial of what Zhang Heng and his patrol did during this period, except that this is not Giulia Brasilica, and it is not the laws of Rome that are followed, but the rules set by the three forces.

Therefore, Zhang Heng will not walk out of the tavern alive this time.

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This time is close to the start of the party, but Zhang Heng side still no one showed up, the soap group almost arrived last, he did not bring his best brother lean monkey this time, but two big bladder circles to see the hard characters can play.

But even if the soap still feels a little vain, how could he not have heard of the name of the Jewish gang, a man who had lived here since he was a child, and his previous dream was to join the Jewish gang, to be a member of it, and not to be exploited by iron cuffs, but at that time he could never have imagined himself as an enemy of the Jewish gang, even though he could not be a member of the Jewish gang?

To say the least, fate is amazing.

When he brought people in, his eyes were generally full of hostility. It was no secret that the soap and patrol were close. When the two sides initially cooperated, many people had been shaded by this relationship, and his small, emerging force would only grow so quickly.

The price, of course, is that he is not now very much seen by other forces. When the soap entered the door, he heard words like “traitor” or “walking dog” more than once. Some people did not even hide from him and cursed him in the face. After all, the soap is only from thieves. Although it performed well in the previous period, he began to find some feeling of being the boss, but many of the people here are bigger than his power and territory.

They stared at him together and said that they were not afraid that it was fake, and that he was not present at this time, relying heavily on the patrol. Step back, even if he was present, he was presumably unable to protect himself.

After receiving the invitation, the soap rushed to Zhang Heng's place and asked him what he intended to do. Zhang Heng simply told him not to worry.

But how can they not be worried that they are now facing all forces in the southeastern city, united to prepare for them? Len Soap didn't know how to get through this time, but the look on his face didn't betray his true thoughts.

The soap couldn't be proud of itself, but it could still be done with its face on it. He didn't have the nerve to go back in the face of the scolding of the sky. He took two of his men and found a corner and nobody sat down.

And after a while, basically all the forces arrived, except Zhang Heng and the patrol he represented.

So the soap saw a middle-aged Jew upstairs, who was not in a bad position in the Jewish gang and who was also responsible for hosting the party, and he now walked straight to the soap and opened his mouth.

“Is it so difficult for the patrol's men to ask that all those who are older and more powerful than them have arrived early, and only they have not yet appeared, that they would like Mr. Lockheed to wait for them? ”