Overnight, Yuanxing Group almost suffered an unprecedented blow.
At this time, the chairman of the group, Guo Xinglei, who was the number one figure in the group, looked calm and indifferent, with his hands behind his back, just... standing in front of the two coffins.
With cold eyes, he just stared at the two corpses in the two coffins.
One is his son.
One is his brother.
In just...a few days.
Buried his son.
The most capable brother died again.
This, for him... was simply... an unprecedented blow.
He, Guo Xinglei, has been in the world for decades and has never encountered such a disaster.
Now that he is at the height of his power, he is actually forced to this point by a mere twenty-year-old young man?
What made him collapse even more was...the other party was actually just alone?
With the power of one person, he can defeat the entire Guo family?
How did the other party behave?
At this time, Guo Xinglei could finally feel... the despair that the head of the Huang family felt six months ago.
Who is that Chen Zongheng?
A few months ago, Guo Xinglei still didn't believe... that there was someone in this world who could single-handedly challenge Jiangnan.
But, at this moment, he...had to believe it.
This Chen Zongheng is absolutely extraordinary!
Can one person take on Jiangnan alone?
He, maybe... it's really possible.
The world of Jiangnan will be overthrown!
Guo Xinglei stood in front of the two coffins with his hands behind his back, staring at the corpses with solemn eyes for a long time.
Six months ago, the Huang family was destroyed.
Now, his Guo family is...step by step, repeating the same mistakes.
Guo Xinglei clenched his fists tightly, and his whole body... gave off an unprecedented cold and cruel aura.
Behind him, a huge crowd of young men stood together. Thousands of people bowed their heads, offered incense to the young master and Manager Feng, and expressed their condolences.
"Chairman, the group... everyone has been dispatched! Everything is waiting to be dispatched!" At this moment, behind Guo Xinglei, a man with a serious face stepped forward quickly and bowed respectfully!
After Feng Youdao died, this man temporarily took Feng Youdao's place.
In charge of the Yuanxing Group and the entire underground force.
Guo Xinglei stood there with his hands behind his back, his eyes deep, and he nodded slowly.
"Stand still."
"Tomorrow, I want to bury my brother and son."
The army of men and horses has been mobilized.
But at this moment, it is still... not the time to take action.
The approval documents for the Buddha behind him have not yet come out.
It has not yet obtained the right to control and manage the city's public security.
Now, he wants to live a good life and bury his son and brothers.
Wait until the funeral is over before...the killing begins!
There was an east wind in the small building last night,
The motherland cannot bear to look back at the bright moon.
Tonight, in this part of Jiangnan, many people... are destined to suffer from insomnia.
…
The next day, a ray of sunshine slowly rose from the eastern sky.
At seven o'clock in the morning, Chen Zongheng had finished practicing early in the morning.
Now, in mid-March, spring is in full bloom.
The scenery of Dongcheng gradually becomes better, and the wrinkled ripples welcome guests.
Outside the green poplar smoke, the dawn is light and cold, and the red apricot branches are full of spring.
Chen Zongheng put on a neat black suit jacket, put on his watch, and then...with a calm expression, he walked out of the villa step by step.
While walking towards Qiu's villa, he took out his mobile phone and made a call to Yuan Li...
I told you something.
Then, he hung up the phone.
He lit a cigarette, his eyes were calm and deep, and he walked lightly into the gate of Qiu's Manor opposite... to enjoy breakfast...
…
And, at the same time.
Seven o'clock in the morning.
Dozens of kilometers away from the south of the Yangtze River, inside a huge Buddhist funeral parlor church.
Two... giant golden nanmu coffins were slowly laid across the church's memorial platform.
The golden nanmu coffin exudes the fragrance of sandalwood.
Throughout the Buddhist auditorium, thousands of prayer seats were packed.
A group of members and guests wearing black suits all sat there with respectful and dignified faces, praying for the two deceased people.
At the front of the sacrificial platform, a group of monks in robes recited salvation scriptures and rebirth mantras to help the deceased ascend to heaven and go to eternal bliss.
"Namoamiduopoye namoamiduopoye
Duotuoqieduoye
duodiyetuo
Amilidupopi
Amiliduo
xidanpopi
amiliduo
Pijialandi
Ami 厎多a[5]miliduo
Pijialanduo
qiemini
Gagana qieqienuo
zhiduojiali zhiduojiali
Suopohe"
Sections of rebirth mantras were constantly recited from the monk's mouth.
The sound of wooden fish tapping, practice, and charity.
He will be reborn as a general, and he will be reborn as a prince and a powerful hero.
Throughout the church, countless guests bowed their heads.
Solemn and dignified.
Listen carefully...
However, it is at the front of the church guest reception desk.
A middle-aged man in a black suit was sitting there.
The suit is crisp and the tie is neat.
Next to the man in the suit were two bodyguards and a secretary.
It's exactly the big Buddha behind the Guo family.
Vice President of Jiangnan City Chamber of Commerce, Yu Chuanping.
Today, the funerals of Mr. Guo and Feng Youdao.
He was in Chuanping and was present in person.
This means... He has made it public to Yu Chuanping and started to support the Guo family!
Today, among the thousands of guests present, almost everyone's eyes...were all looking up to Yu Chuanping.
The vice-president of this city can almost cover the sky with one hand.
One person is inferior to ten thousand people.
This kind of person is enough to control the overall situation.
And, the host of today’s funeral is Guo Xinglei.
At this time, he was standing in front of the memorial platform with his hands behind his back.
He was wearing a black mourning suit and a pair of sunglasses on his face, covering his eyes and expression.
At this time, it was impossible to see through his mood swings.
Guo Xinglei just stood in front of the stage with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the monks and Taoist priests perform their actions.
The entire church scene was extremely solemn.
In the air, there is a trace of sandalwood used in Chaodu practice.
The tapping of wooden fish, the sound of chanting and chanting sutras, echoed and intertwined.
Smoke fills the air.
At this time, outside the mourning hall, groups of members in black suits were neatly and orderly forming a protective circle and stationed around the mourning hall.
Today's funeral was huge.
Even Vice President Yu, who is the city's second most influential figure, has already visited the scene in person.
Therefore, on-site security is extremely important.
Yuanxing Group mobilized thousands of security personnel to protect the safety and order of the site.
Everything is just for... to allow today's funeral to proceed smoothly!
Death is the most important thing, and funeral is the most important thing.
Rebirth in bliss, as great as the Western Heaven.
Today is destined to be an unprecedented funeral.
And, just as...in the funeral chapel, the Mori people were chanting for salvation and chanting sutras.
Suddenly, there was a burst of violent engine roar outside the church...!
Outside the church, several hundred meters away.
A fiery red Ducati 1299 heavy-duty motorcycle, its engine roaring and roaring, speeding... roaring towards the church!
