Funeral

Young Master Wu stared.

The moment he saw Ye Bei, his body froze directly.

He drank too much alcohol yesterday, and now his head was still a little faint...

He stretched out his hand and patted his head vigorously. After confirming that he had read it correctly, his expression was like turning a book, and he was overjoyed again.

"Look, he... that's him... this very strangely dressed young man. Yesterday the Kunlun Mountain Old Immortal personally took him into the Longevity Temple. I have been watching at the door, waiting for him for several hours. When he comes out, the Old Immortal must have a long conversation with him. I know him, and he and I are friends... You'd better let me go, otherwise, the consequences will definitely exceed your capability to handle."

Seeing Ye Bei's face clearly, the fellow Young Master Wu said with an open mind.

When speaking, he kept winking at Ye Bei, hoping that he could cooperate...

"Master…"

Next to him, the corners of Wang An's mouth twitched slightly, and he whispered.

"Forget it!" Ye Bei said lightly.

"Little Cheng, do what the master said." Wang An immediately ordered Cheng Shou.

"Yes." Cheng Shou bent down, and then yelled at the hard-working little brothers, "Let go of the gentleman who is wrapped in bath towels, and he's fine... As for the other guests in the hotel, invite them out, remember, invite them out."

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

The boys answered one after another.

Then they let go of Young Master Wu.

As for Young Master Wu, standing in the hotel lobby wrapped in a bath towel, he realized that the tacky dick in his eyes who was then received by the Old Immortal seemed to be the boss of this group of men in suits.

On the contrary, Wang An, who was standing behind Ye Bei, had not recognized Young Master Wu because his momentum and appearance had all changed.

Otherwise... this guy must be stupid for several days.

The cleaning of the hotel was very fast.

After all, these people brought by Cheng Shou are too powerful...

When the hotel opened the most luxurious presidential suite for Ye Bei and arranged a room for everyone, the lobby manager found the opportunity to hide in the bathroom secretly and called the Zhao family.

...

Q city, Zhao's house, outside the door, today there were densely-parked luxury cars.

Porsche, Ferrari, Lamborghini...

If it was on weekdays, many people would come to watch and take pictures of those high-end cars...

But today, all the people who were within two kilometers of the entrance of this manor were invited to go away directly by some people in black suits and imposing spirits.

In Three-Legged Dragon Manor.

Many heads were surging.

If ordinary people could come here, they would definitely be stunned.

Everyone who could enter Three-Legged Dragon Manor had a great background, and everyone had great power.

But it was strange to say that these people gathered together, not only did they have no sound, they were also extremely quiet.

If one got closer, he would find that these people not only did not speak, their faces were also extremely solemn, expressing sadness.

Manor, in a lobby.

Zhao Changcun wore a white filial attire, knelt on his knees, with a lot of mist in his eyes.

Next to him, a man in a suit stood respectfully and murmured, "I didn't expect it, Elder Zhao left like this. A few days ago, I came here to visit him personally... He was fine at the time; but the God of Destiny really makes fools of people! But with you, Mr. Zhao here, the Zhao Family will definitely be able to survive, Mr. Zhao, my condolences!"

The man's hair was partial, and just simply standing there, he had a feeling of not being angry or prestigious, but when he said this, his body really showed a sad emotion and those words of his, it's as if they were from the deepest part of his heart.

This man was the leader of Q City.

In the entire Q city, he had great power.

But…

After he finished speaking, Zhao Changcun didn't even look back at him.

Instead, a bodyguard in the lobby walked over quickly, "Sir, it's okay. If the worship is over, you should go out... there will be important guests coming here soon!"

"Okay." The corners of the man's mouth twitched slightly, and he nodded awkwardly.

Then, he bent down and retreated respectfully, not daring to show any dissatisfaction from beginning to end.

And just after this person exited the lobby...

Two old people with gray hair came from outside...

When the two old men appeared and entered the lobby, Zhao Changcun got up and shut the door here personally. Anyone who wanted to worship would just wait outside.

The leader who had just left noticed the two old men and felt familiar, but he was not sure, he bowed their heads, accelerated his pace, and walked towards the manor compound.

Although his status was very high...

He still knew himself well, and at Elder Zhao's funeral, he couldn't make it to the table at all.

The two elderly people were dressed very ordinarily.

However, their eyes were full of wisdom.

Just simply stand there, and their bodies would release the breath of a superior person.

"Grandpa Liu, Grandpa Jin, you are here... Because of the death of Old Master Zhao, as the eldest son, I have to stay here and cannot pick you up in person. So I let the second brother go. I hope the two grandpas don't take it to heart." Zhao Changcun stood up, looked at the two old people, and said very politely.

"Changcun? Old Zhao... is really dead?" Among them, an old man with a pair of glasses and a little trembling when walking, looked at the Crystal Palace in the lobby, his voice was a little bit unbelievable, but when he said this, his quite trembling voice also revealed a little doubt.

"We come here this time just to attend the funeral?" Another old man, with those wise eyes, stared at Zhao Changcun.

Zhao Changcun stood respectfully. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead and back.

The coercion that these two old men gave him was even greater than the coercion of his own father.

"Grandpa Liu, Grandpa Jin, it is inconvenient to talk more on the phone, this is not a place to talk here, I will take you to another place first, and all the answers will appear at that time." Zhao Changcun did not directly explain but said so.

After listening, the two old men looked at each other...

Both of them were such shrewd people, so they got an answer in that instant.

It's just... at this moment, Zhao Changcun's cell phone suddenly rang.

He wanted to hang up.

"Answer the phone first." However, one of the old people said indifferently.

Zhao Changcun dared not refute the existence of these two old people whose levels were the same as his father.

He took the phone out, glanced at the caller ID, and found that it was the general manager of Golden Age Hotel. Zhao Changcun's complexion suddenly became hazy, and he pressed the answer button, "If you can't give a reasonable explanation, you will automatically get off tomorrow..."

Uh…

On the other side of the phone, the person was obviously taken aback.

Afterward, there was an extremely anxious voice, "Mr. Zhao, it's not good. Someone came to our hotel to make trouble. They are members of a group of black organizations. They seem to be coming from Kunlun Mountain. The boss is a young man, yes, that young man also has an old servant... they seem, they seem to have guns too..."

"Who cares about him, this is Q City, it is the territory of our Zhao family. Since they dare to come to make troubles here, don't let even one of them walk out of there intact, do you understand my meaning?" At this time, such a call made Zhao Changcun quite angry. After dropping these words fiercely, he hung up the phone with a snap... Then, with the two old people, he opened several secret compartments and walked to the safe house of the manor.