In the light and clear sky, a dark cloud floated in from the distance, covering up the already hazy sun and overwhelmingly covering up the sadness hidden in the shadow.
Zhonggang City, Evergreen Cemetery.
People started to be busy here early in the morning, and there was another new bereaved person to be buried.
The old man guarding the tomb put his hands in his sleeves and stood watching. The old man liked to join in the fun. It was inevitable that he would feel lonely guarding this barren tomb all day long.
"Friend, which family's old man is buried here?" the old man asked with a smile, the wrinkles on his face were deeply wrinkled, and when he smiled, he revealed a row of teeth yellowed by smoke.
An old man in his fifties turned back with a sad look on his face and said with a strong local accent: "Old man of the Jin family, what happened, brother, do you know him?"
The old man smiled and shook his head and said, "We'll get to know each other in the future." His turbid and old eyes looked at the entire cemetery, where large and small tombstones stood everywhere, "I know all of them."
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At ten o'clock in the morning, the sound of exploding firecrackers filled the sky, startling the birds and beasts on the mountains around the cemetery, and a funeral procession came in a mighty manner, with bursts of cries and lamentations.
Walking at the front was an old monk with white beard and white hair and a cassock, Master Jingkong.
He held a magic weapon in his hand, walked steadily, and recited the incantation of transcendence.
In the entire Jin family's genealogy, Mr. Jin's branch of the family has withered. Mr. Jin only had an only son, who was killed when he was young, leaving behind an only grandson, Jin Kai.
When Mr. Jin was young, he also thought about having more children, but he couldn't. Mr. Jin's wife had been pregnant with several children, but they were all stillborn.
Mr. Jin also had a romantic relationship when he was young, but other women still couldn't give birth to him.
The laws of heaven and earth, the cycle of yin and yang, between good and evil thoughts, God has its own cause and effect arrangements.
Mr. Jin also understood in his heart that it was because he killed too much when he was young, which damaged the fate of his descendants. It was a great blessing that God could give him a son.
As a filial son, Jin Kai sat in a wheelchair, covered with sackcloth and filial piety, with tears streaming down his face. He cried loudly several times, and the wounds on his body were stretched. However, no matter how painful the wounds on his body were, they were not as painful as his guilt at this time.
Heartache, cut to pieces with thousands of knives, pierced by thousands of arrows, and like being pressed down by a huge boulder, the atrium shrank and finally burst.
Min Xiaoyou had a big belly and was dressed in mourning. Tears fell down her cheeks and fell on the hard and cold ground, breaking into countless ice flowers.
She has known Mr. Jin for some years. She initially hated him and even wanted to kill Jin Kai. But over the years, even when she was not married into the Jin family, she remembered all the care he gave her.
In my heart, no matter how bloody Grandpa Jin was when he was young, he will be the kindest old man in his world when he is old.
Behind Jin Kai and Min Xiaoyou, there was another long team of people wearing malays and mourning. Some of these people were from other branches of the Jin family, but most of them were fellow villagers from their hometown.
Mr. Jin did a lot of work for his hometown during his lifetime, and the villagers all remembered it in their hearts. Now that the old man has passed away, the villagers have come all the way from the countryside to see him off.
Lin Kun was dressed in black clothes with a white flower tied on his chest, walking next to Jin Kai.
He carefully observed the surrounding environment and found no suspicious people yet. The news about Zhang Tianzheng last night must be true. Where are the Sanjinhui and the gang from other provinces hiding?
After Lin Kun returned to Zhonggang City, he did not immediately take counterattacks against the Sanjinhui and the forces from other provinces. The main reason was that he wanted to wait until Mr. Jin's funeral before executing it.
New cemetery, coffin dropped to the ground.
Master Jingkong held the magic weapon for the final salvation before burial. At this time, everyone stood in silence and cried. The clouds in the sky that covered the sun have not faded away, and they seemed to be mourning for the old man who was about to be buried.
, mourn his extraordinary life.
Many leaders of various gangs in Zhonggang City came today. Cars were parked on the road outside the cemetery one after another. A big boss in black clothes and his men came to see off this man in Zhonggang City.
The last journey of the most prestigious old man.
Many TV reporters also came to the periphery of the cemetery. Just a small headline about the funeral of Taishan Beidou, a gangster in China and Hong Kong, was enough to attract the attention of ordinary people.
Lin Kun's eyes swept across the faces of this group of gang leaders. Normally, these people should have taken the initiative to say hello to him, but they all avoided his eyes. Only the boss of a little-known gang came up.
Say hello to him before.
"Hello, Boss Lin, I am Timon from the Motorcycle Gang. I have long admired your name!" Timon arched his hands and bowed his head in greeting.
Lin Kun took a look at Timon. He was less than thirty years old, short, plump and round. When he smiled, his eyes narrowed slightly, giving him an indescribable feeling of gloom.
Lin Kun smiled and said: "Boss Ding, there is no need to be so polite, we are all brothers."
Ding Man smiled and said: "Thank you, Boss Lin, for looking up to me. Ding Man is very grateful."
At this time, the big guys from other gangs were whispering to each other, and someone was scolding in a low voice, "Ding Man, this two-faced thing, was the first to approach San Jinhui, and now he took the initiative to approach Lin."
, thinking that he is the Infernal Affairs."
"Haha, the more you are such a loser, the more miserable your death will be in the end."
"Yes, which boss likes a duplicitous traitor? They all want to get rid of them as soon as possible."
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Lin Kun did not listen carefully to the whispers of the crowd. Judging from the attitude of these people towards him, the big bosses of various gangs in Zhonghong City did not pay attention to him as the godfather at all.
I wish I could be killed by the Sanjin Society.
The main reason is that he has cut off their financial resources and banned pornography, gambling and drugs.
Which of the underworld backgrounds is clean? These people fight and kill for the sake of huge profits. Banning their pornography, gambling and drug business will cut off their financial path and their financial path.
, that is their common enemy.
In the past, no one in the underground world of Zhonggang City raised their arms and openly resisted the Baifeng Sect. Now that this person has appeared, the hearts of these gangs, large and small, suddenly became united. Many of them were still waiting and watching with a neutral attitude.
It's not on Baifengmen's side, but I'm worried that if I make the wrong choice, I won't have a foothold in Zhonggang City in the future.
Everyone was whispering, this guy was not here to attend some kind of funeral, he was just here to join in the fun and discuss things. Suddenly, the eyes of these gangsters looked towards a group of people not far away.
He came over with great momentum.
Walking at the front was Luo Kuijun, the boss of Sanjinhui, followed by Luo Chunyue, the third boss, and the gang brothers of Yigan. All of these people stood at attention in their attire and looked impressive.
The gang bosses who were just discussing there immediately greeted Luo Kuijun one after another.
"Hello, Boss Luo!"
"I've met Mr. Luo!"
"Boss Luo, I'll pay you a visit another day!"
"Thank you, Boss Luo, for your support!"
"Boss Luo..."
There were different opinions, it was so lively, and now it didn't feel like I was attending a funeral, but like I was meeting again in Evergreen Cemetery, but I didn't know whether it was a human being or a ghost.
There was a flash of ferocity in Jin Kai's eyes, and he opened his mouth to yell at these people, telling them to get out, but Lin Kun suddenly stopped him and whispered in his ear: "Calm down."
Jin Kai raised his head and looked at Lin Kun, gritting his teeth and said: "Kunzi, I'm sure that my grandfather's death must be related to those bastards from the Sanjinhui!"
Lin Kun patted him on the shoulder and said: "I know that blood debt must be paid with blood, leave it to me."
Jin Kai looked at Lin Kun and nodded, his fists clenching loudly.
Luo Chunyue, the third master of the third party, came over. He first pretended to kneel down in front of Mr. Jin’s coffin and paid homage. Then he stood up and consoled Jin Kai: “Mr. Jin, please forgive me.”
Jin Kai snorted coldly and ignored him.
Luo Chunyue didn't care. He turned around and bowed to Lin Kun and said: "Boss Lin, I'm glad to meet you. I have always admired the reputation of Boss Lin. I wonder if Boss Lin will remember me."
Lin Kun looked at Luo Chunyue. The first feeling was that he was cunning, the second feeling was that he was ugly, and the third feeling was that it made him feel uncomfortable. He smiled faintly and said, "I don't remember."
The expression on Luo Chunyue's face was slightly startled, but he soon returned to normal. He smiled and said flatteringly: "It's normal for Mr. Lin to be busy and not remember. I hope that next time we meet again, Mr. Lin will have an impression of me.
"
Lin Kun smiled and said: "I hope."
Luo Chunyue said with a smile: "Well, thank you in advance, Boss Lin. Boss Lin, there seems to be a misunderstanding between our Sanjin Association and Baifengmen. I hope Boss Lin will be aware of it and don't listen to the rumors outside and wrongly accuse us of Sanjin."
Yes, we have always supported you."
Lin Kun glanced at Luo Kuijun, who was surrounded by gang leaders, big and small, and said with a faint smile: "Okay, I will find out in detail later."
Luo Chunyue cupped his hands and bowed again, saying: "Boss Lin, the younger one will leave first."
Liu Gang stood in front of Lin Kun and whispered: "The man just now is named Luo Chunyue. He is the military advisor of the Sanjinhui. This man is greedy for money and lustful, and he especially likes married women."
Lin Kun smiled and said: "He is a talent."
Liu Gang said: "No unusual movement has been found around for the time being. Did they cancel the operation temporarily?"
Lin Kun looked at Luo Kuijun, looked around him, and said: "There should be another person in charge of the Sanjin Association. I remember his name is Xue Hanyong. I heard that he has good skills."
Liu Gang said: "There is indeed such a person, and he is quite famous in the Tao."
Lin Kun said: "This Xue Hanyong is not here. Brother Gang, do you think he will ambush us?"
Liu Gang said: "It's not impossible, but where will he ambush?"
Lin Kun said: "Don't we have informants with them?"
Liu Gang said: "There is one, but we just lost contact some time ago, I guess..."
Lin Kun sighed and said: "Go and check if he has any family members. If his parents are still alive and he has brothers and sisters, give them a sum of money. The amount cannot be less. If his parents are still alive and he has no brothers or sisters, his parents will
Let him take care of himself until his death."
Liu Gang nodded and said, "Okay."
Luo Kuijun's eyes happened to look at Lin Kun at this moment, and a smile appeared on his serious and cold cheek, as if a hero was reluctant to meet at a late meeting, but also as if he was proud of himself in the spring breeze.
Lin Kun also smiled naturally and cupped his hands while looking at each other from a distance. Luo Kuijun imitated Lin Kun's example and cupped his hands. The two of them had calm expressions and a sense of awe towards each other. This actually made the crowd gathered around Luo Kuijun
You guys are in a fog.
Ordinarily, when these two people meet, shouldn't they be enemies who are extremely jealous of each other? Why do they make it look like old friends feel pity for each other?
The coffin was buried, the filial son knelt down, and then a group of people came forward to kneel down, including the big and small bosses in China and Hong Kong. Generally speaking, the funeral of Mr. Jin was quite grand, with the smallest number of people present.
There are also three to five hundred.
Lin Kun accompanied Jin Kai to leave, and when he walked out of the cemetery gate, Liu Gang had just answered a phone call, followed him quickly, and said in Lin Kun's ear: "We haven't found any ambush yet, so we sent him to keep an eye on the Sanjinhui headquarters."
My brother sent word that Xue Hanyong was staying in his old home and never left the house."
Lin Kun said: "Did they cancel the operation?"
While talking, Luo Kuijun and his party came up from behind...