Yenching International Airport. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

An Asian man with long hair tied up and about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, wearing a loose and casual outfit, with a strangely shaped cross on his chest and a 16-inch leather suitcase in his hand, slowly walked out of the exit.

He was followed by four white men in crisp suits and grim sunglasses. The four white men kept looking around with vigilant eyes, and it seemed that they should be bodyguards.

The Asian man's expression was grim, always frowning, as if something annoying could not be dissipated.

As soon as the five of them walked out of the hall, two black BMW X6s drove over slowly.

"Young Master Xiaojun, welcome home." A middle-aged man got out of the first BMW, he was wearing a valuable Mao suit, walked quickly in front of the Asian man, and bowed slightly.

"Hmm. Uncle Hua, I'm tired. The Asian man nodded, his brow still lingering with a cloud of sorrow.

"It should. You're welcome. The two CEOs of Far Eastern Group and Zhiyuan booked a VIP room at Yanjing International Hotel to pick you up, and they are already waiting for you there. The middle-aged man named Uncle Hua said respectfully.

"Hmm!" The Asian man nodded and said indifferently, "Let them continue to wait." You take me to the old man's cemetery first. ”

Uncle Hua was a little embarrassed: "The place to eat is on the way from the airport to the cemetery, and it happens to be a meal now." You see, or ......"

The Asian man's brows were raised deeply, he glanced at Uncle Hua, and a sharp chill instantly emanated from his body.

Uncle Hua shuddered coldly, and immediately changed his words: "Yes, let's go see the old master first." ”

The two BMW cars roared away from the airport, although the air conditioning in the car turned on the temperature very low, but Uncle Hua, who was sitting in the front seat, had already wet his clothes with sweat behind him. The chilling chill that the man who had just tied his hair emitted made him a little frightened until now.

Yanjing Fengshan Cemetery is located in a lush mountain forest on the outskirts of Yanjing. Because it is located in the boundary of Yanjing, even if this place is a cemetery and a yin house, it is still an inch of land.

This place is a standard garden-style cemetery, with mountains, forests, streams, artificial lakes, everything, and the environment is more than several times stronger than the general luxury community in the city. In addition, there are two huge stone statues of turtles, snakes, and sacred beasts, which are guarding the gate of the cemetery all the time. Here, a palm-sized cemetery can sell a three-bedroom house in the third ring road of Yanjing.

In this place, ordinary people can't afford to die.

The people who are buried here are almost all upper-class celebrities in Yanjing City. These upper-class people, living to draw a clear distance from ordinary people, even if they die, they must die in the cemetery dedicated to the upper circles, so that even if they are under the Nine Springs, they can pat their chests to show their superiority.

In front of a luxurious cemetery covering an area of about 10 square meters, a bouquet of yellow and white flowers is placed. On the tombstone, there are several solemn block letters of "Liu Yuanlin's Tomb".

The man with the bundle of hair who appeared at the airport, after three heavy buckles in front of the tombstone, slowly stood up, his eyes were slightly red, obviously the result of holding back his tears.

The man with the hair opened the suitcase he was carrying, and it contained only a thick Bible and a cross the size of an adult's palm. However, the shape of this cross is a bit strange, it is blood-red throughout, and if you look closely, you will see that there are countless human skulls carved on the cross.

Unfolding the Bible, holding a blood-colored cross, the man with the bundled hair began to whisper the scriptures of the dead.

In this way, the man with the hair read the scriptures for half an hour before slowly closing the scriptures. He made a solemn cross on his chest.

Carefully putting the Bible and the blood-colored cross back into the suitcase, the man with the bundled hair immediately put away Fang Cai's ** and holy expression, and his brows furrowed again.

"Father. Xiaojun came back late. The man with the bundled hair choked.

"Young Master Xiaojun, please mourn." Although Uncle Hua was a little puzzled why the other party's expression could be so freely controlled, he didn't dare to squeak, he made a gesture towards the tombstone and comforted.

The man with the hair was Liu Yuanlin's youngest son------ Liu Xiaojun, who had been staying in the United States.

"I should have come back sooner. If it weren't for spending more than half a year in that damn Amazon jungle with no half-bar signal, my father wouldn't have been murdered. Liu Xiaojun's eyes flashed with hatred and murderous intent.

"Hey! The twists and turns of the matter are complicated, if it weren't for the people of the ancestral hall who turned over the old accounts......" Uncle Hua shook his head and said with a long sigh.

"It doesn't matter, I came back this time to avenge my father and eldest brother, no matter who it is, whether it is an outsider, a person from the Liu family, or a person from the ancestral hall, as long as it is someone who has been contaminated with this matter, I promise that they will pay the price of blood and never die." Liu Xiaojun's eyes flashed with a hint of soul-stirring ruthlessness.

"The two bosses of Far East and Zhiyuan, before you came back, secretly contacted many former cronies of the old family owner, and I believe that with their help, the position of the head of the Liu family must be in your pocket." Uncle Hua reminded.

"Humph! Count them as being aware of current affairs. Liu Xiaojun snorted coldly and said, "With the wild seed that the orphanage gets, he is also worthy of competing with me for the position of the head of the family." I'm going to let him die a miserable death. ”

"That's, that's. Young Master Xiaojun, it's not too early for you to see it......" Uncle Hua saw that the other party's mood was still good, and reminded again.

"Hmm!" Liu Xiaojun nodded, waved his hand at the four bodyguards, and said, "Let's go." ”

The group was about to walk back when a sloppy old man in ragged clothes and gray hair staggered towards this side.

Before the person got closer, there was a sour smell mixed with the smell of wine. Everyone couldn't help frowning.

This is a luxurious cemetery, how can there be such a stinky flower child.

The sloppy old man didn't dodge or dodge, and stumbled straight towards Liu Xiaojun.

Liu Xiaojun pinched his nose and avoided the side, and the two burly white bodyguards immediately greeted the sloppy old man.

"Somebody, get out of here." The white bodyguard unceremoniously blocked the other party's way, with a fierce and threatening look on his face.

Although white people speak English, as long as they are not a fool, they can guess what they are trying to say from the other person's body movements and tone.

"Who dares to be presumptuous in front of Lin Ye, give me death!"

Walking in front of the two white bodyguards, the sloppy old man's originally sloppy eyes suddenly lit up, and a violent murderous aura suddenly flowed all over his body.

Boom! Boom!

Before the others could react, two tall white bodyguards flew out upside down like rag bags, slid in the air for two or three meters, and then fell heavily to the ground.

One-hit kill!

Liu Xiaojun's pupils shrank suddenly, the four bodyguards around him were all masters he had carefully selected from the organization, but he didn't expect to be knocked away with one move.

The sloppy old man who appeared in the cemetery was actually a hidden master.