Get me up! What a lazy sleep in the early morning! Get up! "Doumuli carries a whistle stick, which is quite a bit of a hatred of iron, and the scattered gangsters are dozing off freely, too, where do gangsters have the habit of getting up early."
"I'll give you 20 minutes to eat breakfast, and we will start training in half an hour. Hurry up!" Doumu Ha raised the whistle in his hand, frightened the gangsters rushing to the piles of hills and rushing early. Go. The day before yesterday, an eye-opening guy collided with their boss. Generally speaking, it’s useless to exercise. Doumu Jianyin smiled and "talked" alone. The horrible howling voice, tusk, shit According to Luo Xiaosan, he dared to spend the night alone in a chaotic grave, and he never wanted to be talked alone by the boss.
Half an hour later, more than 300 people, including Boss Zhu, all slumped on the ground, "Prepare for push-ups! A group of thirty, and only after five groups can you get up." Dou Muxie's voice was enveloped. A nightmare in everyone's mind. One hundred and fifty push-ups, oh my god, we are bullies, not special forces!
There are no shortage of physically strong guys in the team, such as Lao Zhu, who gritted his teeth and did five sets of push-ups silently, standing up in silence to wipe his sweat. Most people are not good. Some people who want to be lazy are interrupted by Dou Muqi's fierce whistle. Naturally some people can't stand it and want to leave, okay, no problem. Dou Mu Hao didn't stop him, he just set a rule that people who have left can't move on my turf, and I won't be affectionate if they are caught by me. Those who stay have to train me well. Since we are gangsters, we have to be the most professional gangsters.
"Brother, there are seventeen fewer people today." Lao Zhu was standing beside Dou Mu Hao. He is now Dou Mu Hao's deputy. Even so, the amount of training cannot be less.
"How many people are there in our hands?" Dou Mu Hao didn't seem to care, although there were already a hundred people missing these days. What he wants is not many people, what he wants is the elite.
"There are less than three hundred brothers, you see if this continues," Lao Zhu didn't complain about anything. He knew very well that as his physical stamina increased, the team's combat effectiveness would also increase. In the long run, it is definitely worth the money. .
"Don't be afraid of fewer people. In a few days, I dare to say that those who defect to us will have to step on the threshold." Dou Muxie said with confidence, "The amount of exercise these days has been enough. I think you have a good physique. Have you practiced martial arts?"
Boss Zhu has indeed practiced martial arts for a few days, but the master is not an expert, he has some misunderstandings, or he has practiced for so many years and is just a mess of hundreds of people. "It's okay, I can eat it. But our team's physical strength is a bit weak." This is also the truth, a day of ten sets of 300 push-ups, a five-kilometer load-bearing run plus various training programs, fainted every day People have double digits.
"Pick out those who have not had much training pressure these days, and come to me for extra training at night." Dou Mu Hao looked at the green face of Boss Zhu and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I have a sense of measure."
The descendants of King Kong did have a sense of measure. They screamed endlessly all night, and the two dozen people who had been trained the next day were all limping on foot. The two dozen people looked at Boss Zhu's eyes, wishing to swallow him alive. If you go to hell all by yourself, why do you pull so much backing? I'm just a gangster!
Time flies, and after more than a month of blinking, the stamina of the large group of gangsters has improved a lot, and at least the amount of daily exercise is no longer laborious to complete. As for the two dozen extra trainers, there is a sound of wind when they walk, and the knotted muscles look scary. People who didn't know thought they had eaten some hormones, how suddenly they all became Schwarzenegger.
In the past month, under the constraints of Dou Mu Hao, in addition to the protection fee collected, the gangsters did not go out for a "outside service". Dou Mu Hao is a copy of the management method of City A, which seems to be quite effective. The funds given to him are still abundant, enough for him to sustain him for one and a half years. The gangsters train so much during the day, and they really don't have any wicked thoughts at night. Besides, now this eldest brother pays himself a salary on time, and seems to be earning more than before. Apart from being a little tired, this kind of life seems to be good.
The pressure in Dou Muqi's heart is not small. Feng asked him to rectify the scattered underworld forces. He has only pulled up a team of a few hundred people in this month. This is not enough, he has to speed up. To win people into the group, it depends on the strength. The twenty-something boys I trained in the first batch have achieved small successes, relying on the magical power of the King Kong to dredge their meridians, and pass a few simple boxing techniques, almost the first batch of new forces have been trained by the method of pulling out the seedlings and encouraging them. It's time to show off at this time. These boys don't know, every night they are sent away, the Dou Mu Hao of King Kong's single biography is tired and unable to stand, and their internal strength is squeezed by them. Although not a top-notch master, it's enough for gangsters to fight.
"Lao Zhu, take our team members who have been trained, and go with me tonight." Dou Mu Hao now lives in Lao Zhu's house. Lao Zhu has no objection. He has learned so much from this big brother. Be more capable.
"Well, after so many days of training, I wanted to practice it a long time ago." Boss Zhu is a sensible person. Today's battle clearly shows that he is going to stand up for his prestige. This eldest brother doesn't look like a gangster at all, he looks more like a master monk, but one thing is for sure, they are definitely doing big things! What a big deal!
Lao Zhu and his two dozen team members never expected that their first mission was to pull out another gangster who was also entrenched in this city. It was a team of hundreds of people! Doumuqi looked at them dumbfounded and couldn't help but smile and said, "What's wrong, it's not too addictive? Okay, I'll make it a little bit more difficult, and don't hurt people until you win." You can't hurt people, it's not fatal. Up! Fortunately, with this nine-day god and Buddha-like Dou Mu Hao, this work can still be done.
Facts have proved that no brave goat can beat a pack of wolves. Two dozen people are like wolves into a flock. In less than a cup of tea, they knocked hundreds of people to the ground. Of course, he was slightly injured. , And most importantly, Dou Mu Hao didn't move at all!
The bullshit over there is already dumbfounded, is this still the group of people who drank with him a month ago? They were poisoned by Viagra or what happened! Isn’t it said that you suffered a big loss last month, and someone picked the spot? What is going on
Doumuqi still smiled, still the line: "Are you convinced? Do you want me to be your boss?"
Dou Mu Hao's movements were like one step. Within three months, he had already had a team of tens of thousands, and hundreds of underworld elder brothers swore allegiance to him. In the east, it has become a serious force that cannot be underestimated. Of course, the step-by-step instructions on behalf of the king and the continuous capital chain of Feng Siye are the guarantee of his success. Even Mr. Liang couldn't help being moved, this King Kongman had such a big influence, unknowingly he pulled a team under his nose!