Chapter 1074: Funeral Internal Fight (1) Free to watch!
Although Waka knew that he would be in trouble today, he still hoped to scare Tarot... However, after hearing Waka's words, Tarot laughed unconsciously. It was simply a joke,
If he was not prepared, how could he do such a thing today?
Indeed, killing Waka is a very serious matter, but as long as you do it well, the next thing will not be a problem at all. What's more, Waka is still so unpopular?
With a disdainful smile, Tarot said: "Of course I know. If I kill you, I will be the president of country S. Don't even think about delaying time. All the people you arranged have been taken care of by my people. I
I might as well tell you that to kill you, I can totally make a grand excuse, saying that you were assassinated by terrorists at the Presidential Palace, and I came over to deal with those terrorists and killed them on the spot. Even if everyone has doubts in their hearts
, but without any evidence, no one can do anything to me. Moreover, I have reached an agreement with Mr. Ye. After I become president, he will fully help me develop the economy of country S. In this case
Now, I think, I will never remember what happened today again."
Waka was stunned and became even more frightened. He knew that what Tarot said was correct. In a chaotic place like country S, who would investigate how the president died? In a short time, he might become the media's target.
topic, but as time goes by, people will gradually forget these things. He regretted it, regretted doing that in the first place.
However, there is no regret medicine for sale in this world. Everyone must pay the price for what he has done.
Turning to look at Ye Qian, Tarot said: "Mr. Ye, why don't you do something?"
Shrugging slightly, Ye Qian said: "General Tarot, you came a little late. If you had come here earlier, I wouldn't be like this. I broke the bones of my hand when I was laying the tempered glass, so I couldn't do it."
Ye Qian is not a fool. He is joking and lets himself kill Waka. If one day he and Tarot fall out, he can use this excuse to deal with him. Ye Qian would not do such a stupid thing.
,Besides, your Tarot is clearly here, why do you want me to do it?
How could Tarot not understand what Ye Qian meant? How could Ye Qian look like he had a broken hand bone? He was clearly trying to shirk responsibility. However, he did not go into details. He knew that Ye Qian would never be so smart.
In this case, I might as well take the initiative and show my kindness to Ye Qian. After all, many things in the future will still need to rely on Langya. "In that case, let me do it." Tarot shook his head helplessly.
Shaking his head, he took out a pistol from the bad boy, slowly stepped forward, and put it against Waka's forehead.
"My dear President Waqa, do you have anything else to say?" Tarot said with a smile, his complacency and pride evident in his expression.
Waka knew that he would inevitably die today, so he took a deep breath and said: "Tarot, I know that I will inevitably die today. You win. But can you promise me that you will not care about my family?
I hope you won’t touch them and let them live.”
Tarot waved his hand and said: "I will not let the tiger return to the mountains. I can only say I'm sorry. Before you came here, your family had already gone to see Allah." After the words fell, Tarot gave no more information.
Waka had a chance to speak and pulled the trigger. With a "bang" sound, Waka fell into a pool of blood.
Passing the gun to the guard next to him, Tarot chuckled and said, "Mr. Ye, I've thanked you for this matter. I will definitely keep it in mind. I have made arrangements for you to leave immediately. There are still some things here."
The funeral affairs need to be taken care of. Tonight, I will be the host and treat Mr. Ye to a nice drink."
Shrugging slightly, Ye Qian said: "There is no need to drink. The matter here has been solved. I have to leave for a while. If anything happens in the future, General Tarot, oh no, President Tarot should be taught to you now."
, if anything happens in the future, you can contact Leng Yi directly, he can make any decisions on my behalf. I hope that the next time we meet, the S Congress will be a prosperous scene."
"Definitely." Tarot said with a chuckle.
Ye Qian didn't say much. With such a big thing happening in the Presidential Palace, it would definitely attract attention soon. Just leave the rest to Tarot to handle. There is really no need for him to get involved. Since he has already arrived
With vested interests, Ye Qian didn't bother to care about other things.
After leaving the presidential palace, Ye Qian called Leng Yi and asked him to help book a flight for tomorrow morning. Then he called Paul Beale. From now on, Leng Yi will be responsible for everything in country S.
, it is necessary for Ye Qian to introduce them to each other. Besides, the matter in China has not been resolved yet, and Ye Qian cannot stay here for a long time.
China, Xining City!
No matter what Du Fuwei's reputation is, he can still be regarded as a great master in the ancient martial arts world. It is inevitable that a dignified giant of the Mohist Guild will die like this, which will inevitably make people feel a little regretful. However, this can't be blamed on others.
Everyone chooses his own path, and he must be responsible for whether it is right or wrong.
Du Fuwei's funeral was arranged in the largest funeral home in Xining City. Naturally, there was an endless stream of people coming to express their condolences. There were already quite a few people from the Mohists' Guild alone, not to mention those from the ancient martial arts world.
What about other people? Including government officials in Xining City, and some people who have business dealings with the Mohists' Guild. Although they may not know the details of the Mohists' Guild very well, the death of such a big man as Du Fuwei,
They still have to come over to express their condolences.
Du Fuwei had no wife or children in his life, so his filial sons were naturally taken care of by several of his apprentices. The street near the funeral home has been completely sealed off. Except for people screaming in condolences, no other vehicles are allowed to pass. Du Fuwei
Wei's funeral was naturally not shabby, and the decoration of the mourning hall was extremely luxurious. In the center of the mourning hall hung Du Fuwei's photo, next to it was a couplet, with tears in the bamboo leaves in the rain, and plum blossoms wearing plain crowns in the snow.
No matter how domineering Du Fuwei was in the Mohists' Guild, he was still respected in the Mohists' Guild. Naturally, most of the disciples in the Mohists' Guild sighed silently and were filled with sorrow. Among them,
The one who feels most aggrieved must be Yan Sishui. Over the years, Du Fuwei has always taken care of her as if he were his own daughter and has taken great care of her. Moreover, when Du Fuwei died, all Yan Sishui's previous efforts were in vain.
It smells like it has been wasted, and the position of the Mohist Guild's giant is now up in the air.
The happiest person is Cha Huai'an. Du Fuwei's death has added a great success to his plan. After enduring so many years of grievances, he can finally feel proud now. However, Cha Huai'an's face
But he showed extreme grief, and naturally he had to perform a full set of performances.
Both Cha Huaian and Yan Sishui knew very well that today was a crucial day. The two sides would fight to the death today. Today was to confirm the position of the giant of the Mohist Guild.
"We have guests!" As the master of ceremonies said, a man slowly walked in from outside the door. It was Ouyang Mingxuan, an outstanding figure from the Ouyang family. After bowing three times, Ouyang Mingxuan walked to Yan Sishui and Cha
Opposite Huai'an, he said comfortingly: "Please forgive me!" There was a strange emotion in his eyes. Cha Huai'an understood and nodded slightly.
Yan Sishui seemed a little indifferent, and he obviously didn't have much affection for Ouyang Mingxuan. It was just because of the situation that he didn't get angry.
Ouyang Mingxuan did not sit for too long. After sitting in the auditorium for a while, he got up and left. He had to make all preparations and wait for Cha Huai'an's code. Today was a crucial day.
It is true for Cha Huai'an, and it is also true for him. If Cha Huai'an successfully ascends to the position of the Mohist Guild tycoon, then the benefits he will gain in the future will also be very huge. The Ouyang family has always been in the northwest.
It is tightly suppressed by the Demon Sect and the Mohist Guild. If it hadn't been for Ouyang Mingxuan's vigorous reforms in recent years, I'm afraid the Ouyang family would have gradually declined. And this smooth cooperation with Cha Huai'an means that
As the Ouyang family quickly rose again.
"We have guests!" the master of ceremony's voice reminded him again. He was a little depressed. He had presided over so many funerals, but he had never seen such a huge funeral as today. The number of people who came and the dignity of the personnel made him ashamed.
.It’s just that it was endless and he didn’t have any time to rest. He was indeed a little tired. However, he didn’t dare to react too much. Anyone who came to the funeral could guess how many people died.
With great power, if you offend them, isn't it like seeking death?
As the words fell, Yan Dong and Mo Long walked in one after another. The dead are the most important. No matter how much hatred and grievances there were at the beginning, the debt will be wiped out after death. Mo Long did not want to pursue it anymore and came to express his condolences to Du.
A moment of fuwei can be regarded as doing your best. As for Yan Dong, he has always had a good feeling towards Du Fuwei. No matter who was right or wrong in what happened back then, Du Fuwei is worthy of being called a great master.
, it is natural to come over to express condolences to him.
Seeing Mo Long, Yan Sishui's complexion suddenly became very ugly, and he was very angry. He rushed forward and shouted sternly: "Mo Long, do you still have the guts to come here? My master died in your hands. Today I will
I want to avenge my master." As Yan Sishui's words fell, many disciples of the Mohist's Guild stood up suddenly, and each of them turned their hateful eyes on Mo Long, as if they wanted to kill him.