Chapter 1301 Dear

A master once said that fate is raised by bitch!

Zhao Heng once held a reservation about this sentence, but now he heard Xi Wansheng's death and sighed that the master was wise. The Jiang family's club is now seriously injured. In addition to the tragic death of the leader Jiang Tianjun, the five main hall masters also died three people. The club, known as 200,000 members, was in turmoil.

Aunt Qing sent Zhao Heng to the near Hong Kong Funeral Home. Yue Xiaoxiao and Hua Ruhua, Tang Ningxin and others had been waiting in the rest room of the funeral home. They were all frowning and didn't know how to deal with today's situation. On the day of Jiang Tianjun's funeral, it was a mess that he encountered Xi Wansheng's death again.

Seeing Zhao Heng walking in with a solemn expression, Yue Xiaoxiao and the others did not waste time to greet each other, Tang Ningxin directly told the whole story: "The Lord Xi originally wanted to come to the mourning hall to pick up guests fifty minutes ago, but he was not seen until half an hour ago. He has always been sensible in his work."

Tang Ningxin described the scene at that time: "So I called him to remind him, but no one answered the phone. I turned to call Hu Tang, but no one responded. Thinking that this was a dangerous time, I immediately asked the approaching Lord Li Dakui to take a look."

Tang Ningxin added lightly: "The gate of the Tiger Hall is closed, but when you go in, it's a different world. More than 80 brothers were killed, and Master Xi was also cut off his throat and fell in the bedroom. Master Li checked their injuries, all of which were fatal. From the scene, he saw that more than one murderer was killed."

"But a group of people!"

Speaking of this, she glanced at Hua Ruhua with an awkward expression and continued to finish her words: "There are two vague words beside the Lord Xi's side of the sudden death. They were the last words of Lord Xi's death. Lord Li and the others identified it and confirmed that it was the word "Dark Flower". This is all the time."

Zhao Heng walked around the house two or three times, and a group of people went to deal with Xi Wansheng and others to kill nearly a hundred people silently. It seems that the identity of these people is definitely not simple. If it weren’t for the killer hired by Hua Ruhua, what were they for? What are the benefits of killing Xi Wansheng?

While believing that Hua Ruhua would not be able to play tricks, Zhao Heng couldn't figure out the purpose of the killer attacking Xi Wansheng. Do you want to provoke chaos within the community to reap profits? But Fat Big Bear and the others have already died, and any gang wants to regain their positions through a reshuffle.

What's going on?

Yue Xiaoxiao also took a step forward and smiled bitterly: "I originally wanted to rush over and investigate, but it was difficult for guests here to get away. The most important thing is that I am worried about the safety of the Lord Hua Hall, so the Lord Li is currently in charge of the tiger hall, and we will do our best to reduce the potential variables."

Tang Ningxin's phone rang, and after answering for a while, he whispered: "Young Master Heng, the news of the assassination of the Lord Xi's death has spread, and his leaders are constantly gathering in the Hu Hall. Most of the backbone of the Hu Hall who was originally a helper in the funeral home have also returned, leaving only some people to participate in Jiang Sheng's funeral."

She also sighed softly: "The forces that were originally going to attend the meeting, when they heard the sudden death of the Lord Xi Hall, all made excuses to leave. Only dozens of respectable old men stayed. They were worried that our internal strife would harm the fish, and it seemed that they all believed that we were fighting for power and profit."

After a while, Tang Ningxin looked at Hua Ruhua and said, "I heard that there are some cousins ​​Hu who believe that it was Fengtang's work. It was the secret flower of the Lord Hua's Hall that took the life of Master Xi. Some people even went to Fengtang to seek justice. The backbone of the Tiger Hall of the funeral home was also waiting for the Lord Hua's Hall to explain."

Hua Ruhua stood up at this time, straightened her chest slightly and spoke: "Young Master Heng, I know it's useless to say too much. I just want to say that Master Xi was not killed by me, and I have never had a dark flower. I am willing to withstand any harsh investigation, and I will announce it to the entire community."

"I will never run for the leading position!"

Zhao Heng cast a thumbs-up look at Hua Ruhua, knowing that her decision was the best choice for her club. Her failure to run for the leader will reduce people's doubts about Danhua, and at least most of the motivation for Hua Ruhua will dissipate, ease the internal crisis of the club to a certain extent.

When Yue Xiaoxiao and their heads nodded similarly, Zhao Heng simply ordered: "Do things one by one! Leader Tang, you will immediately spread the decision of the Hua Hall Master's Lord's decision throughout the society, and tell the Hua Hall Master to avoid the melon field and the plum trees will never take office. At the same time, each hall needs to participate in Jiang Sheng's funeral!"

"Today, regardless of the life and death of Lord Xi, we will complete Mr. Jiang's funeral first!"

Zhao Heng was not confused by complicated matters. He kept his awakening: "Also, Jiang Wenwen was greeted by the first stick of incense today, and he also asked the police for support to let them suppress the children of each church. If possible, he would indicate that Hei Qingtian would be responsible."

Tang Ningxin and the others nodded together: "I understand!"

As Hua Ruhua's announcement spread throughout the community and the road, the restlessness of the elite under Hu Tang was slightly calmer, and Hua Ruhua's own way of retreat made people more convinced. However, the members of Hu Tang still asked to find the murderer, and tens of thousands of children spread out to collect information and were searching for suspicious people everywhere.

Although they had intentional or unintentional friction with Feng Tang, they quickly dissipated under Tang Ningxin's scolding. Zhao Heng did not intervene in the face of the controllable torture. Emotionally, the children of Hu Tang had to do something, and only in this way can they be worthy of Xi Wansheng's kindness.

At the same time, Jiang Tianjun's funeral was held on time. In the calmness and appearance that Zhao Heng deliberately brewed, many tycoons appeared again to participate in the memorial service, and the core members of each church were also continued. Although it was not a great funeral, it would not be too shabby and laughed at by others.

Hua Ruhua also appeared in the mourning hall. She once again expressed her attitude in front of everyone. The death of the Lord Xi has nothing to do with her. She will also cooperate with the club to investigate the murderer. If the matter is related to her, she will commit suicide and apologize; and she will never participate in the leader's election and be the leader of the hall.

This statement made Hu Tang angry and did not question it in public.

The whole funeral was carried out in a normal manner, but each had his own thoughts but still allowed the funeral to be undisturbed. The only highlight was that Jiang Wenwen, as a family member, slapped the first incense stick, which allowed some keen scented gangsters to capture the clues. How could she do what the next director should do?

Could it be that because Xi Wansheng was assassinated by Hua Ruhua and never ran for election, and no one in the Jiang family was available, so Jiang Wenwen was asked to burn incense? However, Li Dakui, Tang Ningxin and Li Chaoren are still alive. The next director is undoubtedly born from them, and Li Chaoren should be the most suitable candidate.

Can't see through!

In Lao Bo's eyes that could not see through and understand, Tang Ningxin announced in public that in view of the panic of the Jiang family's club, and that there were misunderstandings among the various churches, it was difficult to choose the leader too early, so the position of the person in charge of this gap was symbolically held by Jiang Wenwen.

This statement instantly caused an uproar among more than a hundred guests in the audience. It is unheard of for the eleven-year-old girl to be the leader. Regardless of Jiang Wenwen's ability and experience, her age alone determines that she is not familiar with her. It is ridiculous to let her be the boss of the club. After all, this is not a playhouse.

But when they think deeply, they feel understandable.

Now that the Jiang family's energy is severely damaged, there are all this rift in each hall. It is inevitable that any hall master will complain when he goes up, but Jiang Wenwen will definitely not say much when she goes to the head position. Except that she is Jiang Tianjun's daughter, emotionally acceptable, the most important thing is that her position does not fall into the hands of others.

When Jiang Wenwen was pushed to the forefront by Zhao Heng, the little girl began to attract a lot of attention. The little girl in a black suit and sunglasses were like a little adult who followed the ceremonial etiquette and bowed slightly to the bosses from all sides who came to attend the funeral.

Originally, everyone who didn't believe that Jiang Wenwen shot her father with an arrow. When she saw the little girl doing things with decisiveness, she looked at her tender and pretty face without any tears. Everyone completely believed that this was a cruel and ruthless child. She was now feeling that the Yangtze River was pushing the previous waves.

The funeral lasted more than six hours before it ended. At about four o'clock in the afternoon, Zhao Heng and more than ten people stood in front of Jiang Tianjun's tombstone. It was still Jiang Wenwen who poured wine and incense for Jiang Tianjun. Everyone thought she would vent her emotions at this moment, but Jiang Wenwen turned around indifferently after completing the ceremony.

"I have no interest in this person in charge!"

Back at the bulletproof car used by Jiang Tianjun during his lifetime, Jiang Wenwen took off the sunglasses from her face and looked at Zhao Heng: "Look at how glorious my father was during his lifetime. When he was free, he would have dinner with the Director of Police Legislators and even the Chief Executive, but the ending was this."

Jiang Wenwen has a rationality that is difficult for ordinary people to understand: "I was shot to death by my own daughter with an arrow, and was resisted by my cousin Leopard. After Xi Wansheng died, the cousin Tiger left him and returned to the hall. If you hadn't appeared to suppress all parties, the funeral would be a lot of disasters today."

Her legs were staggered and her tender body was standing upright, twisting a bottle of clean water and drinking, "At least the funeral will be full of twists and turns. Instead of the same as I will be like in the future, why should I wade into this muddy water? So you should choose someone else to sit in this position, little sister, I, afraid of death!"

In Zhao Hengfeng's light smile, Jiang Wenwen said again: "Of course, if you insist on me, I can't get on the throne, but I have a condition. If you want Brother Lu Meng to marry me, treat me as young as a girl, can he marry me?"

Zhao Heng reached out and patted: "You are just a fantasy!"

At the same time, Zhao Heng's eyes fell on a car in front of him, and there was a young man wearing a hat sitting upright. The hat was pressed very low and the collar was raised very high, making people unable to recognize his face. Then the car turned around and left suddenly, and a smell of alcohol was sent by the wind.

Zhao Heng sniffed it gently and seemed familiar.

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Chapter completed!