Song Zihao looked at the direction of Li Wenfang's finger, but it was too late. After getting off the car, the man quickly turned around and walked to the entrance of the funeral venue, accompanied by a dozen strong men in black clothes and sunglasses.
Although the outside of the fence is noisy and chaotic, it is very orderly inside. Before entering, you must register with your real name and declare your home address. Cao Zhenhua, the former master of the big circle, his whole family was killed a few months ago, and his life and death are unknown. Incidents in Canada, Hong Kong and Macao
The gangs here have heard about it.
The master of ceremonies who was in charge of welcoming the guests shouted that Cao Zhenhua had come to mourn Jiang Gong Tianyou. It was like a bomb dropped, and the huge venue was filled with noise.
People from all walks of life looked sideways at the entrance of the mourning hall. He Sheng, several elders and the leaders in charge of various areas looked at each other in confusion, and then became furious.
After Jiang Tianyou's death, He Sheng and the top management held many meetings to analyze who might be the murderer and made a blacklist. Cao Zhenhua was on the blacklist because Jiang Tianyou had a fierce conflict with Cao Zhenhua a few days before Jiang Tianyou was killed.
Fat and strong.
Heshenghe sits in the pavilion and makes people fit.
At this time, Fei Jian, wearing sackcloth and mourning, was kneeling with Jiang Tianyou and his family in the mourning hall to greet and send him off. When he heard that Cao Zhenhua had come to express his condolences, he got up angrily and walked out of the mourning hall.
Hundreds of tough young men in black clothes with white flowers on their chests followed Fei Jian, aggressively approaching a dozen or so people. On both sides of the carpeted avenue leading to the mourning hall, dozens of people were waiting in line.
There are so many people coming to pay their respects that we cannot just crowd them in all at once.
At this time, these people all became spectators.
Among them was a group of men wearing crisp black suits. You looked at me and I looked at you. They all had strange expressions. They were the people from Daquan and their leader, one of the Five Tigers of Daquan, Tang Wenjing, nicknamed Master.
Boss Cao and his whole family were killed.
Black Tiger Wang Li was ambushed and died.
Zhang Jin took advantage of the situation and took charge of the big circle.
Tang Wenjing, who plays the role of the great military advisor, could not see through the conspiracy behind all the changes, but he chose to remain silent and accept Zhang Jin as the boss.
Even if Cao Zhenhua is alive, he is at the end of his rope. It is too difficult to make a comeback. Tang Wenjing, who is a scheming man, cannot do it by foolishly supporting people who have no hope.
He who knows the current affairs is a hero!
"Get out, you are not welcome here!" Fei Jian scolded Yang Chen, Cao Zhenhua and others with a ferocious face, followed by hundreds of black-clothed young men shouting with bared teeth and claws.
Sang Biao, A Kun, Big B Zai, He Sheng and the three tough generals also gathered with their younger brothers. The three of them watched with cold eyes, not as hysterical as Fei Jian.
Over the years, Fei Jian relied on Jiang Tianyou's support and reaped all the benefits. They had long been dissatisfied and said bitterly that Jiang Tianyou's death was really a good thing for them. Fei Jian was so sad and angry. In the eyes of these three people,
, there is no reason to be anxious because of the loss of the greatest reliance.
The three of them enjoyed watching the excitement.
"I have known Mr. Jiang for more than 20 years. Even if we had frictions and conflicts, there is no need to hold on to him since he has passed away." Cao Zhenhua looked sad and spoke with emotion.
"A cat cries over a mouse, it's fake mercy. When we and Shenghe find out that the murderer is not you, it won't be too late for you to go to Mr. Jiang's grave to mourn. Now...get out of here!" Fei Jian suppressed his anger. At the funeral, in full view of everyone,
This is not the place to get angry.
Cao Zhenhua sighed sadly, feeling extremely helpless.
Yang Chen secretly laughed, Uncle Cao's acting skills may not be inferior to those of Chen Daoming and Li Xuejian, who act like old actors. Jiang... is still spicy.
He Sheng and a large number of people blocked the mourning hall.
"Okay, when the truth comes out, I will go to Chiang Kai-shek's cemetery to express my condolences." Cao Zhenhua wiped the tears from his eyes and turned towards Tang Wenjing.
Cao Zhenhua, this group of people in Daquan didn't know what to do or what to call them. Tang Wenjing smiled bitterly in his heart, pretending to be surprised and happy: "Old Cao, you are still alive. The old brothers are worried to death. It's good to be alive. It's good to be alive.
, brothers have fought against the Vietnamese gang several times, and we will not give up until we take revenge."
"Wen Jing, I can avenge myself. Tell Zhang Jin that I am alive and well. Wait for me. It won't be long before I return to Canada." Cao Zhenhua said lightly. Through Tang Wenjing's words, it was enough to judge.
This big circle think tank is already a staunch supporter of Zhang Jin.
He doesn't blame Tang Wenjing.
It is the nature of seeking benefits and avoiding harm.
"Xiaochen, let's go." Cao Zhenhua didn't hesitate anymore and walked out first. Yang Chen, who had always been silent, nodded and said yes. Before leaving, he looked back at Sang Biao with a meaningful look.
Sangbiao's heart trembled.
Jiang Tianyou's death was inherently strange. Sang Biao had been thinking about it for the past few days. He once wondered if it was Yang Chen who did it. Just now, he and Yang Chen looked at each other and had a feeling.
Maybe, this person is really the mastermind behind this.
Sang Biao watched Yang Chen and others go away, his eyes constantly changing.
"Sir Song, look, he's out." Li Wenfang, who was standing on the slope, hurriedly handed the binoculars to Song Zihao. Song Zihao took the binoculars and wondered why the younger junior sister had such a big reaction when she saw the mainland boy named Yang Chen.
"Sir Song, do you think Jiang Tianyou was killed by him?" Li Wenfang's groundless speculation made Song Zihao frown and ponder.
"I will definitely find evidence." A touch of paranoia appeared on Li Wenfang's cold face, almost swearing.
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After the first seven days, Jiang Tianyou was buried.
A generation of underworld tycoons fell away.
The second floor of Langham Nightclub is a private room for singing and a room for fucking. In the largest private room, Sang Biao and seven or eight of his confidants waited silently.
"Boss, people are here." Xing, the younger brother who was standing outside, hurried in to report the news. Sangbiao put out his cigarette butts and stood up. His confidants followed suit. At the same time, several people walked into the private room. The leader,
It's Yang Chen.
"You are entertaining me in such a luxurious private room today. What, do you understand?" Yang Chen casually looked at the private room environment and walked to Sang Biao with a deep smile.
"Please take a seat..." Sang Biao avoided Yang Chen's question, laughed a few times, and asked Yang Chen to take a seat.
"I have brought something to give you as a gift. You should take a look first." After Yang Chen sat down, he took out a color-printed A4 paper and handed it to Sang Biao. Sang Biao opened it and took a look, his face suddenly became unnatural.
It was previously speculated that Yang Chen might have killed Jiang Tianyou, but when the facts were clearly presented to him, he was still frightened and remained silent for a long time before folding the paper and putting it in his trouser pocket.
Sangbiao and several of his confidants all saw the tragic scene of Jiang Tianyou's death, but they were extremely excited. They wished that all the people who suppressed the boss Sangbiao would die. If Sangbiao takes over, their status in the world will surely rise.
"Okay, very good, you are very sincere." Sang Biao said, pouring wine for Yang Chen himself, and then the two clinked glasses, laughed at each other, and the tacit understanding they reached was unspoken.
The two drank and chatted happily, discussing cooperation matters and planning for the next plan. It was almost early in the morning when Yang Chen left with the dragon, five dragons and five wolves.
