The next day, clouds blanketed the city of Los Angeles, afternoon showers rained, and Chinatown was filled with cars, no matter what the weather, the gears of life never stopped turning, and neither did the hustle and bustle.

For most people, today is just an ordinary rainy day, but for a few people, today's rain seems to indicate that something big is about to happen......

In the Purple Villa, Bai Ziyi was wearing a black suit and a white corsage pinned to his chest, surrounded by a large group of black-clothed people, and walked towards the outside of the manor.

By the way, it may be providence, it may be a coincidence, today is the death day of the seventh anniversary of the death of the former hall master of the Ziyi Hall, 'Duan Yetian'! Hongmen, this huge organization with the peak of habits in the rivers and lakes, has always paid attention to the funeral etiquette of important members, as long as they are not beaten as 'traitors' and 'sinners' before or after their deaths and are ruined by the ranks, every year after their deaths, colleagues from all walks of life will come to pay tribute to them.

If it is the leader of the gang, then millions of people wear linen and wear filial piety, and other gangs, and even people from all walks of life, have to attend the dot, because the scale is too grand, paralyzing traffic in a large area, and attracting military and police dispatches are common.

Even if the treatment behind the hall master is not as grand as the helper, the people in the hall have to be plain, and the important personnel of other halls must also come to attend, and if there are people who have deep friendships outside the Hongmen, they can also come to participate spontaneously.

Duan Yetian is naturally no exception, he was brave and good at fighting during his lifetime, and he was famous inside and outside the Hongmen for his righteousness, when he passed away, the predecessor of Ziyitang's 'Red Leaf Hall' tens of thousands of gangs were in deep sorrow, and every year's death day, there will be no less than 100,000 people attending the memorial, so even if the 'White Purple Clothes' is now in charge, on the day of Duan Yetian's death, he does not dare to be sloppy in the slightest!

Walking out of the Ziyi Manor and getting into the Hongqi car, Bai Ziyi asked the people beside him: "Is there any movement in the mansion of the incense lord of Xin Chou?"

The servants around him: "The mansion of the White Hall Master, the Lord of Xin Chou Xiang, has not made any changes, and the two of Xin Chou and Xin Tao have not taken a step out of the mansion until now!

Bai Ziyi sneered: "Hmph, wonderful, as the newly appointed incense master, he has no prestige, but he is absent from the funeral of the respected 'former hall master' for no reason, it is really self-defeating!"

When the black red flag sedan in white purple clothes was halfway to the Chinatown church, the servant answered the phone, and after hanging up the phone, the servant reported to Bai Ziyi: "Master Baitang...... I just received the news that Xin Chou and Xin Tao have come out of the house, and they are coming in the direction of the church, and from the time calculation, they may just be able to catch up!"

Bai Ziyi's brows furrowed, his eyes flashed with a sinister cold light, and said: "Hmph! Then let them have some 'accidents' on the road, you don't have to kill them, as long as they can't catch up with the hour, when the time comes, the 100,000 people inside and outside the Ziyi Hall, especially the 'Tang Gang Master', will be late under the nose, even if he has a big reason, he won't be able to end today!"

He smiled knowingly, took out the phone and dialed it.

When Bai Ziyi's car arrived at the auditorium, the news came - Xin Chou's car was stopped by the Los Angeles police because of a traffic accident!

Bai Ziyi sneered inwardly: "Hahahahaha!! just porcelain, you dare to touch the crockpot, even if you are the incense master nominated by the helper, you don't want to make any waves on my Bai Ziyi's hands!"

After getting out of the car, Bai Ziyi immediately changed his extremely sad and serious expression, and walked into the Chinatown church with his head down.

In the church, it has long been overcrowded, all of them are black-clad corsages, with a sad expression, in the center of the church, is a solemn coffin, surrounded by daisy wreaths all over the ground, and the eye-catching place is the gray photo of 'Duan Yetian'.

Bai Ziyi raised his eyes and looked forward to it, and saw that there was no 'Xin Chou' figure on the seat of the three incense masters, so he completely put his mind at ease, nodded to the other three hall masters, and the gang leader 'Tang Man'er', he came to the front of the stage, as the current hall master, naturally he presided over the memorial ceremony of the previous hall master.

When the priest of the church finished his eulogy and everyone was silent, Bai Ziyi walked up to the stage with heavy steps, his face was sad, his eyes were red, and his voice was choked: "Today...... It is a particularly sad day, for me Bai someone has the grace of knowing and encountering, the grace of carrying and the grace of recreation, and the death day of the seventh anniversary of the death of the old man 'Duan Yetian' who is like a friend like a master and a father!"

This sad opening made the guests all moved, and they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts that although Bai Ziyi is called insidious and cunning, he actually has a side of affection and righteousness.

Bai Ziyi was speechless, and then said bitterly: "Seven years ago...... Chinatown Hotel, on the 60th birthday of the old man Duan Yetian, a criminal bomb hit the blue blood pill heart in his chest, ending his great and glorious life, seven years have passed...... Although the murderer who shot has already been ambushed, it is left to Ziyitang, not ...... Only today, please allow me to call her 'Red Leaf Hall', leaving it to the tens of thousands of people in Red Leaf Hall, and countless close friends with Old Man Duan during his lifetime, endless pain, if Duan Laozi is still alive, this year should be his sixty-seventh birthday! And our 'Red Leaf Hall' must be more prosperous than this moment, everyone here must be happy to celebrate Old Man Duan's birthday, woo, sorry...... I was a little emotional, and I made you laugh......"

As he spoke, Bai Ziyi's facial muscles twisted uncontrollably, and tears came out of his eyes...... The sadness was contagious, and many of the people in the church, who were unable to enter the church and had to listen through loudspeakers, choked up......

Trying to calm down, Bai Ziyi spoke again, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "...... (5,000 words are omitted here, sorry, the author really made it up, this white purple clothes can really be!!hahahaha(*^__^*)!!)"

After choking up a few times, Bai Ziyi calmed down again and said, "...... I'm not afraid of you laughing, without Mr. Duan, I'm afraid that someone in white is still a small student in the Chinatown Grand Theater, and he will never be able to get on a bigger stage, he has been vigorous in this life, but he has walked in such a hurry, I am white someone who is in danger, afraid of fear, for fear that because of his meager merits, he will lose his decades of hard work because of his meager merits...... After spending that period of panic all day long, and achieving a slightly reasonable achievement at this moment, now, please let me be someone in vain, and take the liberty of inscribe the couplet for Old Man Duan!"

After speaking, Bai Ziyi walked heavily to the stage, held a large pen like a rafter, and swayed two lines on the couplet - the red leaves are immortal, and the blue blood is affectionate and the purple clothes are dyed!

Rumble!!!

When the pen was written, thunderous applause rang out in the church.

"A good red leaf floating soul immortal, blue blood and love dyed purple clothes, righteous thin clouds, Duan Hall Master, White Hall Master...... They are all role models for my generation!!"

"Lord Baitang!! we will always support you!!"

"Old Man Duan is the heaven of the past, you are the !! of the present"

"Origin can't determine fate, Bole still needs good horses!!Now you are worthy of the sky, the earth, and the ancestors of Hongmen!!

"Lord Baitang, you are so loyal and righteous, Old Man Duan will definitely rest in peace in the spirit of the sky!!"

"White Hall Master!!Red Leaf Hall is in the past, and now we are the !! of the Purple Clothes Hall."

"White Hall Master ......"

Listening to the shouts one after another from the seat, the white and purple clothes with their backs to everyone, and a cold smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth, he can get to this day, six points of luck, three points of acting skills, and ability...... Only 10%!

He thought in his heart: Hmph, a group of fools, no one can see that Duan Lao'er's death was arranged by me, but ...... It's also the reason why I'm so well-arranged, Xin Chou, Xin Chou, if you're here, I really want to see your expression at the moment, but...... After today's sacrifice, you are finished, and the mouth of the Hongmen disciples will drown you......! Let's finish the last play!"

At this time, Bai Ziyi turned around, regained his solemn face, and under the gaze of everyone, he threw himself into Duan Yetian's coffin, pressed his body on it, and cried sadly: "Old Man Duan, I am ashamed of you!! Ziyi is incompetent and powerless, your family, I have never saved it...... This matter is an eternal shame in my white purple life, purple clothes have been waiting for you to condemn me in the spirit of heaven all the time in the past seven years, and I will be white and purple clothes ......"

Bang!!

Suddenly, Bai Ziyi's voice stopped abruptly...... He...... Dumbfounded, because ...... Segment...... Duan Yetian's coffin board can't be pressed!!

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