Qian Lianxia was pulled to the side by Zhen Hua and stood there, Hao Lianfeng followed closely behind, while the remaining bodyguards did not even step through the main threshold of the main room and silently exited outside.
Only then did Qian Lianxia notice that the people standing with them were all dressed in black, and all of them looked either smiling with knives hidden in their faces or with expressionless faces, and they also had murderous aura that could not be concealed. Only then did Qian Lianxia find out depressingly,
Among all the black clothes in the room, she was the only one wearing white clothes, which made her look particularly eye-catching.
Just as she was thinking this, the man opposite her who was called Second Uncle was looking at her with his semi-cloudy eyes, and there was an unconcealed look in his eyes.
His gaze frightened her, Qian Lianxia couldn't help but clenched her fists and secretly told herself to calm down, forcing herself to forget the existence of this gaze.
After Ye Shengge kowtowed, he stood up, inserted three sticks of incense into the incense burner, and bowed again.
On the black and white photo on the table, the man above has a sharp eyebrow peak and a scar carved on the corner of his eyebrow. Just looking at the photo, that sharp temperament comes to your face. The old man in the crystal coffin lies quietly, wearing a brand new black suit.
The clothes have a red flame logo painted on the chest. The clothes are buttoned up, which is quite the style of clothing during the Republic of China.
Qian Lianxia only looked at the weird costumes, then saw the room full of black clothes and the little dwarf man's gang leader's voice, and she suddenly understood everything.
Ye Shengge is the young leader of the Dragon Gang, so the one lying down should be the leader of the Dragon Gang. But did the leader of the Dragon Gang pass away? So?
Before she could think about it, Ye Shengge had already walked over and took her hand into his, holding it tightly.
His palms were dry and hot, with thick calluses. Although it was uncomfortable to touch, it gave Qian Lianxia great comfort to her panicked mind, even if this person was someone she had just hated.
The whole group of people in the hall were breathing steadily, almost no one was out of breath, and the whole hall was quiet, just paying tribute in silence.
The second uncle with a mustache across from him spoke, and his loud voice immediately attracted everyone's attention, "Shengge, today is the funeral day of my eldest brother, why is your horse dressed in white?"
The words hit the spot, and the eyes of everyone in the room fell here, wandering between Ye Shengge and his second uncle. Some people were confused, and most of them were gloating about his misfortune.
Once the leader of the Dragon Gang dies, everyone is guessing who will be the next leader of the Dragon Gang. The best thing is to fight to the death and break the net, so that everyone is satisfied.
Qian Lianxia looked at the treacherous man with a moustache opposite and was so angry that her lungs were about to explode. When did she become Ye Shengge's woman and return the favor? Bah!
Ye Shengge noticed her anger, and playfully dug his fingers into her palms, tickling her. He smiled and held Qian Lianxia tighter, and looked at the man opposite him with a smile, "Don't you know, second uncle, it's not me?"
Guys, don't you need to wear black?" In one sentence, Ye Shengge calmly asked the question to the man opposite.
Seeing that the face of the man with the moustache turned gloomy again, Qian Lianxia was in a good mood and took the initiative to look up at the man next to her. She still had the same smile on her chiseled side face.
As if he didn't want to lose face in public, the second uncle calmed down his gloomy look and then reluctantly responded meaningfully: "What Shengge said is that the second uncle remembered it wrong."
"Haha, it's inevitable that my second uncle is getting older." Ye Shengge spat out a sentence with thin lips, and there was almost no emotion on his clear and charming face.
The second uncle gritted his teeth and looked at him, as if he was extremely angry. This sentence clearly and implicitly stated that he was getting older, and it was simply a deliberate attempt to embarrass him.
The representatives of other gangs who were present to watch the show all remained silent tacitly.
Then many more people came one after another, and some of them almost left immediately after lighting incense. I could only hear the short man's high-pitched voice echoing, "The leader of the Sihai Gang offers incense to the Dragon Lord," "Second Leader of the Qing Gang
"Offer incense to the Dragon Lord," "Triad President offer incense to the Dragon Lord,"... the long and boring incense ceremony, Qian Lianxia felt dizzy and swollen, only to hear the words of the little man like a eunuch saying long live the emperor.
, one sentence after another.
The people who came left, and the people standing in the main room followed suit. Finally, the boring incense ceremony ended. After all the representatives of individual gangs walked out of the main room, only Ye Shengge and a few people were left in the main room.
His second uncle and even several leaders of the Dragon Gang.
Everyone was gone, and the second uncle could no longer pretend to be kind and filial. When the last person walked out, his ferocious face was immediately revealed. He pointed at Ye Shengge opposite and said fiercely: "Young man Ye, don't think so.
Once my eldest brother dies, the entire Dragon Gang will be yours, and you, a bitch, will be nothing more than a picked-up bitch."
The second uncle waved his hand, and a group of black-clothed gangsters surrounding him immediately stepped forward, weapons in their hands already revealed.
The second uncle's expression was strange and unpredictable, "The eldest brother has no children, and he actually wants you to inherit the position of gang leader. Ye Xiaozi, tell the second uncle, do you want to take this seat?" His faint voice sounded like a ghost, slowly
Sweeping away the little air in the main room.
It seemed that as long as Ye Shengge said no, these gun points would kill him.
Facing the black gun head, Ye Shengge's lips curved into a playful smile. He moved his slender fingers away from the gun head closest to him and asked without answering: "What about my second uncle? What do you want Shengge to do?"
"Ye Shengge, it's best for people to be self-aware!" The second uncle's answer was ambiguous. His semi-cloudy eyes were looking at him shrewdly, filled with murderous intent.
The several heads behind him all stood silently behind the second uncle. The disparity in strength was very clear.
While they were looking at each other, a soft female voice floated from the inside of the main room. The sweet voice contained a fierce momentum, "Second Master, the gang leader has just passed away, so you are going to stage a good show of fighting for the position in front of his body.
What?"
Qian Lianxia looked at it suspiciously, but she saw a middle-aged woman about forty years old who still had a graceful figure walking out of the main room, accompanied by two expressionless subordinates. Even though she got in
Despite his age, it can be seen that he is well-maintained, and his smooth and jade-like face can still show a plump look.
When Ye Shengge heard this voice, Qian Lianxia's hand trembled slightly.
Qian Lianxia looked at him doubtfully, but saw that his eyes were tightly closed, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly under his eyelids.
The woman walked up to the gang leader's body, put three sticks of incense on it, clasped her hands together, and after worshiping devoutly, she turned around and looked at the two groups.
When the second uncle saw this woman, his attitude seemed to improve a little, and he said with a bit of worry on his face: "Sister-in-law taught me a lesson."
The woman's eyes glanced at Ye Shengge's face, which was closed, and she seemed to be dull. Then she turned to Qian Lianxia, who was standing next to him, and continued to talk to her second uncle casually, "The gang leader just passed away.
As for the position of the gang leader, it has yet to be decided. If you are arguing like this, where will you put me, the gang leader’s wife!?"
Her voice is not high, but her sentences are like sharp knives piercing the center of gravity.
Qian Lianxia's body was covered in hair by the woman's gaze. She had seen that look on most people. It was obviously jealousy.