Just after 10 a.m., cars started to drive into the public parking lot near Peachtree Street Plaza.
More than twenty people from the Beast House, including Martin and Bruce, put on vests with the club's name on them and dragged various rally materials across from the Atlanta headquarters of the Methodist Association.
Martin shouted: "Sons, put on our majesty."
The people in the club agreed with a bang and started working on their own.
Hart suddenly ran over with a flag: "Dad Martin, can I borrow your flagpole?"
Martin looked around: "I don't have a flagpole."
Hart said extremely seriously: "Hurry up and take out the stick that can poke the earth. It's just right to hang the flag. The Methodists will definitely worship it when they see it."
Carrington, Ivan and others all cheered: "Hurry up, hurry up! Take out the flagpole and hang the flag of our home of beasts."
Martin looked around and took out his trick: "You idiots, if anyone talks too much, I will deduct his subsidy, both from the club and the Women's Association!"
These guys are honest. The two subsidies add up to more than 100 US dollars per day.
"Here comes the beauty." Hart became excited.
Two buses with the logo of the ATL Women's Association spray-painted on their bodies were parked on the roadside. Under the leadership of Ella and Monica, nearly a hundred women in their twenties and thirties got off the bus, put on women's association vests, and held their respective banners and posters, and came to join the people from the Beast House Club.
"Some of them looked familiar," Carrington said.
Hart recognized them: "Those little brats who went crazy at the club last time."
Monica came over, hugged Bruce and gave him a passionate kiss.
Causing the people in the Beast House to whistle continuously.
When Martin saw that all the men and women with strong hormone secretion were not doing anything right, he shouted: "Stop trying to pick up girls and hook up with men, get down to business! When the show is over, there will be plenty of time for you to mess around."
There will be chaos when there are more people, and controlling the field is a problem. These guys who have no sense of shame dare to abandon the team at any time and run to the corner to attack.
Martin had no choice but to use his trick again, and of course it wasn't the flagpole: "Who the hell messes around with men at work, get free food from your hair!"
The turbulent woman finally had some order.
The flags were put up, the banners were pulled up, and the posters were held up.
Martin asked Ella: "When will the media reporters arrive?"
Ella said: "It will take a while."
Martin gave Bruce a wink, and the assholes at Beast House contacted their family and friends and asked them to call the news hotline.
A few dozen dollars is a lot.
The eyes of passers-by and people entering the Methodist Association frequently drifted this way.
Apart from that, there was no other movement.
Bruce frowned: "Man, you're not doing very well. The people in the Methodist Association are ignoring us."
Martin said: "How about you take a back door here? It will definitely become an instant success."
Bruce subconsciously lifted his clothes back, revealing the gun bag.
Martin pulled him back: "Old Bu, now is not the time to be a civilized person."
Bruce said, "I just wanted to see how much shit that stinks under your skull!"
Martin took out his mobile phone and Elena called: "Milton left the training center in an old-fashioned black Lincoln Continental."
Seeing Martin hang up the phone, Bruce asked: "Is that son of a bitch coming soon?"
"He'll be there in a minute." Martin said to the club's idiots: "Guys, the cousin who insulted us is coming soon, get ready!"
He looked at Ivan and Golden Retriever: "Blow as loud as you two can. Old Bu, find a place to hide your brains before you appear on the stage."
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The black Lincoln Continental was heading toward Methodist headquarters.
In the car, Milton explained the work to his assistant: "Publish the article as soon as possible. Public opinion must overwhelm the Women's Association. The scale of the new round of free skills training must be larger. Let the United States know that we are the real people who do practical things."
The assistant asked: "I just received a call. The people from the Beast House are protesting in front of the headquarters."
Milton paid less attention to the low-end: "The House of the Beast, that gigolo club?"
"A new knife for women." The assistant explained briefly.
Milton nodded slightly and said casually: "Let the people below find an opportunity to make them stink."
Lincoln Continental approached the main entrance of the Methodist Church. Milton turned his head slightly and saw the people protesting in front of the main entrance. Most of them were wearing vests of the Women's Association, and a few men had the words "House of the Beast" printed on their bodies.
It has long been the norm for the two organizations to rally against each other.
Milton glanced at it, turned his eyes away, and then heard an extremely sharp whistle.
I looked around and saw that the protestors had put up new banners.
"Two ex-wives cheated on you because your brother was useless."
"A man who can't even get a wife cannot be the leader of a family."
"Jessica and Lina greet you: useless man!"
Although he didn't mention it by name, Milton understood it immediately.
He recalled the most embarrassing experience. Not only did his two ex-wives cheat on him, they also brought the man home and did whatever they wanted with their wedding photos on his bed.
The most hardline conservatives are not formed without reason.
Among the demonstrators, two men suddenly turned around, took off their pants, and exposed their buttocks.
One says Lina and the other says Jessica.
The assistant quietly winked at the driver, who accelerated the car and entered the Methodist Church gate.
Milton got out of the car, looking the same as usual, and walked toward the office building.
The whistle at the door kept coming, reminding him of what his two ex-wives had done.
But Milton has experienced storms and can keep his mind calm.
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There was a commotion outside, and Martin said: "Hart, Carrington, put your butts away, I hate big butts the most."
Hart shook his butt and lifted up his pants: "Dad Martin, you want to add an oxtail rice to my lunch!"
Martin said generously to the women: "Don't worry, we have them all. I want to come up with something new tomorrow, but if I can't come up with it, I'll ask Lao Bu to put a cow's tail on it for you!"
Hart thought for a while and said, "Isn't there a picture of his two ex-wives? Make it into a poster flag and hang it on your flagpole, Dad Martin. That son of a bitch will definitely vomit blood."
Others echoed: "Good idea."
Someone else said: "Hit the current one too!"
"Very good, very good!" Martin said: "Martin's father will cut off your brothers and sew the old cloth together as a flagpole."
Ella saw a TV interview car approaching and reminded: "Be more serious, the reporter is here."
She said to herself that it was indeed a low-end game and Ms. Gray was not suitable to appear.
Martin said: "Hart, fasten your belt, do you really want to sell your butt to reporters?"
As the first newspaper came, many reporters followed.
The Women's Association has special arrangements for media reporters, and Ella and Martin were interviewed separately.
Martin mainly mentioned the Beast House, advocating that the Beast House is a symbol of equality.
In the afternoon, when Milton's Lincoln Continental came out, the sharp whistle sounded again.
Milton remained calm, as if nothing had happened.
Today's rally ended here. On the way back, Martin and Bruce got into the same car.
"Old Bu, I've been watching you these past few nights."
"I'll leave the bar to you." Bruce asked, "Are you sure he will go to the Wild Forest Bar?"
Martin said: "Not sure. The information I received said that Milton goes to that bar for a drink more than ten days a month."
Bruce said: "Why did I believe your nonsense and do such a bad ass thing?"
Martin is so thick-skinned: "You said I have bullshit in my head, but you happen to be bullshit too. Only bullshit and bullshit last forever."
