Lorraine and Liu Wanchuan were sitting in Luchuan's car driving to the agreed interview location with Hu Yidao.
At the same time, Liu Zhuangyang's side.
Liu's mansion.
Sitting on the sofa in the hall was an extremely depressed young man with bloodshot eyes. His name was Qian Hu.
He fell into this state after learning the news that his father had been brutally murdered. It was obvious that he had not slept all night and looked like he was going to have a mental breakdown. The air around him seemed to be about to condense, and anyone passing by him could smell a strong smell of hatred.
"My dear nephew, my condolences. You have been sitting like this all night. If you don't take a rest, your body will collapse." Liu Zhuangyang was sitting on the sofa next to him, smoking a cigar and taking a puff. He blew out the smoke without a breath, with a sad expression on his face, and said with relief, "Also, your father's funeral must be held as soon as possible. The longer it is delayed, the worse it is. It is very disrespectful to him." "
Qian Hu hasn't said a word since last night until now. He seems to be stupid. Of course, this is understandable. His father, who was fine two days ago, was killed like this. Moreover, Liu heard that Zhuang Yang said that the murderer of his father was still Lorraine! That bastard Lorraine who forced their father and son to leave their homes and come to Silk Yang City! ! !
However, Qian Hu, as Qian Wanwan's only son, remained silent, and Liu Zhuangyang had no right to decide when Qian Wanwan's funeral would be held and cremate him.
After spending the whole night with Qian Hu, Liu Zhuangyang also had a headache. He had never noticed that this boy was so stubborn and roundabout before. Now looking at his terrifying look as if he wanted to cut his father's murderer into pieces, Liu Zhuangyang felt Still wiping sweat from the bottom of his heart, after all, no matter what, he was the one who cut the knife to end Qian Million's life. If Qian Hu knew it was him who did it, he had no doubt that this hard-working boy would do some crazy act of revenge.
However, after Liu Zhuangyang thought about it, although Lorraine knew about his murder of Qian Wanwan, looking at Qian Hu's appearance, he would never choose to believe Lorraine. After all, it was empty talk and Qian Wanwan was dead. Death has no evidence. Even if Lorraine spread rumors to the outside world that Liu Zhuangyang killed Qian Wanwan with his own hands, Qian Hu would never believe it. He was still sure of it. Therefore, there is no need to worry that Qian Hu will hate him.
Now Qian Hu obviously regards Lorraine as the murderer of his father who killed Qian Dao. Liu Zhuangyang's talk in the city is so profound that he might as well make good use of this. If Qian Hu ends up ending Lorraine's life with his own hands. , that is of course the best. You can save yourself the trouble of committing a crime and killing yourself, and you can also be a favor, so why not do it
Besides, Qian Hu still has to rely on his old uncle Liu Zhuangyang. Otherwise, how can a young man with semen clothes talk about revenge
It's a pity... No matter how much the wishful thinking in his heart continued, it would be inappropriate for Qian Hu not to say a word... Liu Zhuangyang was waiting to quickly hold Qian Wanwan's funeral, and then use the funeral to kill the gangster who had killed Lorraine. The "sex" wanted order was released in the underground world of Silk Yang City, and finally he gave Lorraine a severe blow to quickly strengthen his power.
After a pause, Liu Zhuangyang still managed to suppress the irritability in his heart, and continued to patiently enlighten: "My dear nephew... we'd better arrange your father's funeral as soon as possible. Don't worry, there is an old uncle standing here. You My father will definitely be buried in glory, and then I will tell everyone in the world what a bastard that Lorraine is!! I believe in my strength, I will definitely be able to avenge you!"
After finally hearing Liu Zhuangyang's words about helping his father's revenge, Qian Hu's heart trembled slightly and he seemed to have recovered mentally. Obviously, Liu Zhuangyang's words still cheered up his mood. Sitting quietly all night, he had only one thought in his mind: revenge on Lorraine! !
However, Qian Hu knew very well how weak he was on his own. Without Liu Zhuangyang to rely on, it would be a fool's errand for him to find Luo Lin Baocheng, whose direct background was at least more powerful than his own.
He knew that Liu Zhuangyang would never stand by and watch his father's death. With his underworld power in Silk Yang City, he had to let Lorraine shed a layer of skin before he died!
"Uncle...my dad, how did he die..." Suddenly, Qian Hu said with his hoarse and somewhat weird voice, eyes filled with hatred, and said faintly.
When Liu Zhuangyang heard this, his heart suddenly trembled, and he subconsciously looked at Qian Hu's eyes. Why did this kid ask how his father died? Is it possible that you suspect that I can kill him? … No, no, there is no doubt about me in his eyes.
So what does he mean by this?
After thinking about it carefully, Liu Zhuangyang suddenly realized that it seemed that this boy wanted to ask how his father died, right
"From here..." Liu Zhuangyang immediately raised his hand slowly and made a gesture on his neck, then made a horizontal gesture and said slowly, "Open a hole to here." Before he finished speaking, he put down his hand, He patted Qian Hu's shoulder lightly and said, "My sympathies, my dear nephew. Don't worry, as long as the funeral is successfully held, I will be able to issue a black warrant. If we don't call the police, it would be too cheap to call the police to arrest him. That bastard He’s a kid, my uncle wants him to become a street rat in Silk Yang City and everyone will beat him up!! He will be tortured until he is exhausted... and then he will be killed!!"
When Qian Hu heard this, his body began to tremble involuntarily, and he slashed his neck with a knife. The suffocating feeling of dying was so unbearable... Father, his death was so miserable... I learned that my father died last night. Before the bad news, he was still enjoying killing enemies with knives in the game. As a result, this kind of retribution came to his father Qian Wanwan. The world was too dramatic, and God seemed to be Punish the father and son like this!
However, Qian Hu knew very well that every wrongdoer has his own debtor, and he had to find Lorraine, and then...
Thinking of this, Qian Hu's eyes flashed with a vicious look that he had never shown before. It was so horrifying. The scarlet light made Liu Zhuangyang on the side tremble in his heart, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly. **: "I... want to kill Lorraine... myself!"
Liu Zhuangyang wiped away a trace of cold sweat in his heart. The power of hatred was so powerful that it could make a young boy like Qian Hu, who was worthless and even more useless than his own son, show such a frightening look. 』. Fortunately, Qian Hu didn't know that his father was killed by Liu Zhuangyang himself. Otherwise, Liu Zhuangyang would probably wake up from his dream.
"Nephew, don't worry, I will give the final blow to end his life to you!! Let you avenge your father with your own hands!!" At the same time, Liu Zhuangyang patted Qian Hu's shoulder and reminded, "So... without further ado, let's start planning your father's funeral now, shall we?"
After hearing these words, Qian Hu finally couldn't hold it back anymore, and tears poured out from his eyes. The hatred was deeply buried in his heart, and his emotions completely collapsed. The gushing tears struggled to wash away his sourness. His eyes were swollen with pain, and then he collapsed emotionally. He no longer had the belief of extreme hatred to support him. His fragile body, which was deeply hit, began to tremble, and his whole body slowly began to tremble like a deflated rubber ball. He slipped from the sofa and sat on the ground, his mouth wide open, tears falling painfully from his eyes, without making any sound, but full of silent sorrow. Liu Zhuangyan looked at it and couldn't help but twitch his nose. acid.
No matter what, the relationship between father and son is still touching.
No matter whether this father and son are heroes admired by everyone, or bears despised by everyone!
In less than an hour, preparations for the funeral were finally completed quickly. At the right time, under the leadership of Liu Zhuangyang, Qian Wanwan’s only son Qian Hu wore mourning clothes, held his father’s photo, and sat at the front of the funeral car. In the passenger seat. The funeral car started, followed by more than 20 cars, all black, for the funeral. On the major streets and highways of Siliyang City, paper money was scattered, funeral music was played, and people swaggered through the city, fearing that there were people in Siliyang City. There is no one in any corner who doesn't know about Qian Wanwan's death.
After coming out of the crematorium, they drove slowly and in a roundabout way to the burial cemetery that Liu Zhuangyang bought at a large price. It was located on a high valley, with a good location and a good environment. Of course, the reason why the burial place was chosen in that cemetery was because... there could be a lot of people standing there. He wanted to tell some of his colleagues on the road who were invited to attend that he, Liu Zhuangyang, wanted to send out a "black message" against Lorraine. There is a "wanted order for sex"! !
The sky is very sunny. God seems to have no intention of raining to accentuate the sad atmosphere. It is not even cloudy.
Under the sun, as Qian Wanwan's ashes were buried, funeral music sounded. Qian Hu knelt in front of the grave and cried into tears. After the burial, Liu Zhuangyang stood in front of Qian Wanwan's newly built tomb. He announced loudly to the eleven or two influential figures on the road who were more or less inclined to Liu Zhuangyang's side that they were going to Lorraine issued the news of "Black Wanted", in the name of brother! ! In the name of morality! Hunt down Lorraine! Until death!
Speaking of which, Liu Zhuangyang expressed such impassioned words that the moment he finished speaking the last sentence, many people in front of him cheered in unison. It was clear that Liu Zhuangyang did not hesitate to take revenge on his brother. 』Infected by the feat of the sword!
However, among the eleven or twelve people all dressed in black funeral attire, Lu Lian, the boss of the Jiangnan Tribe, had a faint smile on his eyes, and thought to himself: Haha, Liu Zhuangyang is indeed Liu Zhuangyang. , I am afraid that I want to take advantage of this opportunity to strengthen my momentum in Silkyang City! Wishful thinking, so loud! I feel sorry for the orphan who has millions of dollars, but he is kept in the dark. Little does he know that someone is using his father's death to make some ulterior plans!
In Siloyang City, there are cries of sadness on one side and chatting on the other.
At the same time, on the top floor of the CNM International Business Soho Building in the center of Silang City, the gentle monsoon blew, and a bottle of French aged red wine was placed on a small white round table. Lorraine and Hu Yi Dao sat opposite each other, and behind them, their right-hand men, Liu Wanchuan and Lucuan, stood respectfully.
"I just received the news..." Hu Yidao took a sip of the goblet of red wine in his hand, narrowed his eyes, and said slowly, "Liu Zhuangyang has officially announced to the underground world of Silk City that he has issued... a black message to you." Wanted warrant for sex."