The middle-aged man sighed: "Since you already know, please ask Mr. Lu to leave."
"Sorry, I didn't know about this before."
Lu Fan also apologized: "In that case, I can't continue to disturb you. Since something happened at home, you don't have to send me off. You can see the airport in front of me. I can just fly back by myself. I won't bother you to worry about it."
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He looked sincere: "I would like to express my most sincere condolences to the elders of the family. When I have time, I will come back to express my condolences to you in person. Everyone, take my leave."
Lu Fan cupped his hands and turned to leave.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Lu. The order we received is to personally take you to the plane and then watch you leave."
A middle-aged man's voice suddenly came: "Mr. Lu, please understand that we have no choice but to do this because of our responsibilities."
Lu Fan looked back at him and said after a while: "Well, you are servants. I won't embarrass you. Let's keep going. I'll take a plane back to Nandu now."
Under the watch of the middle-aged man, Lu Fan drove into the airport and boarded the nearest red-eye flight. Under the watchful eyes of several Wenren family members, he slowly took off and disappeared into the boundless night sky.
"Your Majesty, according to your order, we have put the people on the plane and left. Do you have any next instructions?"
The middle-aged man stood in the airport, picked up the phone, and asked in a deep voice.
"Are you sure he left by plane?" A low and hoarse voice sounded on the other side of the phone.
"I'm sure, I watched him get on the plane with my own eyes, and then watched the plane leave. No one got off the plane in the middle, so he must have left." The middle-aged man replied.
"Go home."
Wen Renfeng passed away.
This family patriarch who was once famous in the martial arts of China and arrogant in the world was like a bright meteor streaking across the sky, and finally fell into dust.
There was a sensation in the country of China, a sensation in martial arts, and a sensation in the martial arts alliance.
In Tianhai City, a city where 99% of the industry is occupied by the Wenren family, all the buildings, shop signboards, street lamps...all the lights that could illuminate were extinguished overnight.
In the huge Tianhai City, not even the stars can be seen overnight.
There were no vehicles or people on the street.
White flags were hung all night on major streets, telephone poles and rooftop corners.
The tallest building in the city center, Wenren Building, that night, from the top of the 80th floor, a white condolence banner that could cover the entire building was displayed:
Popular throughout the ages!
In this city, which can accommodate tens of millions of people, overnight, even the wind blowing in felt the breath of sadness and wailed in mourning for Wen Renfeng.
Early the next morning.
Five o'clock in the morning.
Accompanied by a deafening cry, the funeral procession set off from the Wenren family's residence in a mighty manner, waking up the entire city.
A motorcade with flowers hanging on the front appeared first on the empty street.
Standing in the car were people from the Wenren tribe wearing sackcloth and mourning. They continued to scatter white flowers along the way and headed towards various streets. The entire Tianhai City seemed to be covered with a layer of white snow before dawn.
The cry was loud!
On that day, all companies in Tianhai City were closed, shops stopped operating, all transportation was stopped, and all planes and trains in and out of Tianhai stopped running...
The whole Tianhai was immersed in the sorrow of Wen Renfeng's death.
