When he saw me, Mr. Hong's face quickly flashed with a flash of greenness.
The men behind him started making noises and slowly approached with sticks in hand.
The lay monk shouted loudly: "Mr. Hong! I am the head of the Northern Hubei region of the Secret Bureau! I represent the official family! Do you dare to attack us?"
Mr. Hong smiled miserably: "Seng, my son is dead! He Changheng killed him!"
"What do you want me to do!"
The burly man behind him said angrily, "Pay your debts and pay your lives for your murders!"
"Lay monk! Even if you represent an official family, you can't break this rule!"
The lay monk shouted: "Fart!"
"What rules are bigger than the law? It's not your decision whether He Yongheng kills someone! Even if he kills someone, it's not your turn to take revenge!"
"Why was the Secret Bureau established? It's not because there are too many lawless people like you!"
"Hong! Get away with your people! Otherwise you will kill us all!"
"I want to see if you dare to attack someone from the Secret Bureau!"
I glanced at the lay monk, and the boss once told me that in fact, officials also intervene in the management of affairs in the world.
Mr. Hu from Kyoto is in charge of this area.
But this is the first time I have heard of the name Secret Bureau.
Mr. Hong stared at me, and then his eyes fell on the commercial vehicle containing the corpse immortal.
He took a deep breath and said: "He Yongheng, our mountains and rivers will not change."
"My Hong family will remember this grudge!"
The lay monk said coldly: "After this incident, He Changyong may receive an invitation from the Secret Bureau."
"Mr. Hong, you should know what the crime of murdering a member of the Secret Bureau is!"
Mr. Hong chuckled and said, "Senior monk, isn't it true that the Bureau of Secrets deals with evidence?"
"If you have the ability, you can find the evidence!"
After finishing speaking, Mr. Hong suddenly shouted: "Get out of the way!"
The big man behind him shouted: "Dad! Did my brother die in vain like this?"
"Can't let them go!"
Mr. Hong slapped him across the face. Even though he was old, his strength was quite strong.
A deep slap mark immediately appeared on the man's face.
The man's eyes almost burst out with fire, but facing his father, he still waved his hand heavily, and the men holding sticks immediately sidestepped to the side of the road.
Someone walked quickly towards the convoy. After a while, the vehicle was seen retreating dozens of meters and stopped when the road was slightly wider.
It looks like they are making way for us.
The lay monk glanced at Mr. Hong and said seriously: "Mr. Hong, I know very well how your family started."
"I understand that you want this body."
"But I still want to advise you, don't try to snatch things from the Secret Bureau. If you can't snatch it away, even if you snatch it away, you can't keep it!"
After finishing speaking, the lay monk said to Zhang Sanfen and me: "Get in the car!"
Zhang Sanfen pulled me, and I hurriedly got into the car.
As soon as I got in the car, I said to the boss guiltily: "I'm sorry, boss, I've caused you trouble."
Zhang Sanfen said with a smile: "You have indeed caused us trouble."
"But it's not a problem like the Hong family."
He turned his head and glanced at the commercial vehicle behind him, and I immediately understood what he meant.
The boss never took the Hong family seriously.
In his opinion, the real trouble is Queen Mi Xin, not a family like the Hong family that specializes in dealing with corpses.
The vehicle kept moving forward along the muddy mountain path. When passing the Hong family's motorcade, the men in the vehicle all frowned and gnashed their teeth.
I sighed and asked again: "Sir...monk."
I was really not sure whether he was a monk or a layman, so for a moment I didn’t know whether to call him Master or Sir.
The lay monk said: "Don't worry, the Hong family won't dare to trouble you."
"They just rely on buying corpses to make some money. In comparison, they are not as good as Yu Bushun, the big boss in northwestern Shanxi, and not as good as the old lady of the Qi family."
"Nanshan Funeral Home is not even afraid of them, let alone the Hong family."
I said softly: "I just want to say that although Young Master Hong was killed by Queen Mixin, he did die because of me."
The lay monk glanced at me through the rearview mirror and said, "I'm overthinking that."
"The reason why he died was because he wanted to capture the Queen of Secret Heart."
"Everything has a cause and an effect. If he doesn't want to capture the Queen of Secret Heart, who will kill him?"
"The Secret Bureau will not embarrass you because of this matter."
Zhang Sanfen explained: "The Secret Bureau is specially responsible for cases of people like us. You have seen the methods of Yu Bushun and the Hong family. Ordinary criminal police officers cannot deal with such people, so the Secret Bureau will take over the case.
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"The lay monk said you are fine, and you are fine."
I breathed a sigh of relief.
Then I immediately remembered that when I walked out of the detention center in such a big way, I was probably connected to the Secret Bureau.