After a brief phone call, Lu Fan quickly went down the mountain like the wind and came to the vicinity of the pickup truck.
There was a black robe in the bag on the back seat, which he had bought for live broadcasting. He was going to put it on tomorrow and head to Jinling City to deliver medicine to Jinling Villa.
The last time I saw Mr. Lei wearing a robe and mandarin jacket, he looked like the leader of a long-established gang. Lu Fan didn't want to lose his momentum, so he wanted to wear a black robe to the appointment.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Heihu died, and the overlord of one party died, which was considered a deserved punishment.
Lu Fan still had to go to the county town to deal with the evil tiger gang and help Han Mei'e rise to power. So he simply put on a robe, paired with a head of slightly long black hair that he hadn't had time to cut, and sharp eyes, making him look like a ruthless character who was not easy to mess with.
The pickup truck started and headed towards the city.
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The old building that once served as an underground casino has now been transformed into a mourning hall. Many members of the Evil Tiger Gang gathered at the entrance, wearing black clothes and white flowers on their chests, with solemn expressions.
In the hall, there are photos and elegiac couplets of Zhao Heihu, as well as a crystal coffin surrounded by many chrysanthemums, and more than a dozen people in black standing with their hands tied.
Standing next to her was the tall Han Mei'e. She was wearing a black dress that covered her graceful body, which highlighted her fair skin. She had light makeup on her pretty face. She didn't feel sad at all, but rather a little anxious.
After all, she currently has less than one-third of the organization's members, so her prospects are slim.
The power of the two hall leaders of the Evil Tiger Gang cannot be underestimated. If they join forces to deal with her, the consequences will be disastrous.
Han Mei'e's biggest reliance was Lu Fan, a young man from Taohua Village, who even offered him a sky-high price of 10 million to help her tide over the difficulties.
However, no matter how capable Lu Fan is, it is still difficult to say how much effect he can play alone.
Han Yuan, nicknamed Poisonous Scorpion, walked in in a hurry. As Han Mei'e's cousin, he was currently highly regarded and had become the leader of the gang after the two hall leaders.
Seeing Han Yuan approaching, Han Mei'e asked quickly, "Where are Yan Hui and Fu Weicheng? Why haven't they come yet?"
Han Yuan said with a solemn expression: "The phones of those two guys are turned off and they can't get through. I don't know what happened."
"How many people do we have in total now?" Han Mei'e frowned and asked with a pale face as she became increasingly worried.
"About sixty or seventy," Han Yuan responded.
"You tell them to have their guys ready, just in case, and they will act according to the situation..."
However, before Han Mei'e could finish her words, noisy sounds could be heard outside, and it was obvious that the situation was not good.
Someone yelled wildly: "Don't move, or I will chop you to death."
"Raise your hands, do you hear me..."
Han Yuan turned pale with fright and hurriedly walked outside. When he came to the door, his face turned green.
I saw many vehicles near the building, bright lights shining on them, and a team of up to 200 people, each holding machetes, steel pipes and other objects, surrounded his men and shouted threats.
"What's going on? What are you going to do?" Han Yuan shouted angrily.
A group of fierce men came over with ferocious faces. The leader was a stout guy with a shaved head, a big gold chain, and a ferocious smile.
"Isn't this Old Han? Why, he doesn't recognize me anymore?"
After seeing this person's appearance clearly, Han Yuan was very surprised and said: "Zhao Meng, why are you here..."
Accompanying Zhao Meng were the two leaders of the Evil Tiger Gang.
They were Yan Hui, the leader of the Green Wolf Hall, and Fu Weicheng, the leader of the Wild Dog Hall. They both looked haggard and their injuries had not yet healed.
In particular, Fu Weicheng lost his right hand and became permanently disabled, but he did not change his tough nature and opened his mouth to yell without mercy.
"What you said sounds like fart. Mengzi is Brother Hu's nephew. Now that the boss is dead, of course he will inherit the family business."
Yan Hui also said sadly: "Yes, the boss has worked hard to earn billions of wealth and has no children. He can't take advantage of outsiders."
It turned out that Zhao Meng was also a ruffian. He worked hard in another remote county and started as a demolition team. He was quite famous and had dozens of people under his command.
When he learned that his second uncle Zhao Heihu was suffering from an incurable disease, he was thinking about inheriting the family property and secretly colluded with Yan Hui and Fu Weicheng to become the next gang leader.
And he solemnly promised that if he gets his wish, he will pay a huge reward, at least 10 million for each person.
The two guys happily agreed, and each led hundreds of members of the hall, plus more than fifty gangsters brought by Zhao Meng, forming a very powerful force, and came to the mourning hall to attack.
Facing a group of vicious guys, Han Yuan was a little frightened. He knew very well that he and his subordinates alone were unable to fight against them. I was afraid that the situation was over and there would be no turning around.
In line with the idea that a good man will not suffer the immediate loss, he said with a smile: "Then please come in quickly, and express your condolences first."
Zhao Meng snorted: "You know what I'm doing, if anyone dares to stop me from ascending to the throne, there will be no good end."
Surrounded by a gang of gangsters, Zhao Meng entered the mourning hall in an arrogant manner, and directly saw the graceful Han Mei'e. His eyes lit up and his mouth watered.
He even ignored his second uncle and shamelessly teased her, "Hey, isn't this the great beauty of Han? She's getting more and more juicy as she grows. It's really fascinating."
Han Mei'e was deeply shocked by Zhao Meng's appearance. When she caught sight of Yan Hui and Fu Weicheng, she understood completely.
She said with an angry expression: "Zhao Meng, you don't kowtow to Brother Tiger, but you come to tease me, aren't you afraid of retribution?"
"Hahaha..." Zhao Meng laughed wildly, slapped the crystal coffin with his hand almost crazily, and shouted unscrupulously:
"The old guy should have died a long time ago. It's just the right time for me to be the boss of the Evil Tiger Gang and inherit all his wealth...including his women."
Han Mei'e said angrily: "You are so brave, you are worse than a beast..."
Zhao Meng said shamelessly: "When you go to bed with me at night, you will know how much of a beast I am. As for now, everything here is up to me. Anyone who dares to disobey will be chopped on the spot."
The dozen or so men behind suddenly showed their machetes and pointed them at Han Yuan and others in the mourning hall with a cold light, murderous intent appearing in their eyes, ready to attack.
In an instant, the mourning hall fell into silence, and there was no sound.
Cold sweat broke out on Han Yuan's forehead, he did not dare to act rashly, and secretly complained in his heart.
The subordinates were also nervous and looked at the sister-in-law, not knowing what to do.
Han Mei'e's beauty turned pale, and her heart was filled with panic. She saw that Zhao Meng and others were so fierce and about to start a killing spree. If the talks collapsed, the mourning hall would be filled with blood.
Even if Lu Fan comes over, it won't help, I'm afraid he will still be hurt.
With a long sigh, Han Mei'e was ready to give up, lest her men suffer heavy losses.
Suddenly, a cold and majestic voice came from outside, which made people feel awe-inspiring.
"Which bastard is he? He's so crazy. Let me see, who do you dare to kill?"