Generally this kind of thing, the identity of the leader of the mafia will not come forward easily. [Full text reading. But who made this time different, who will be buried, but the existence of the same level as them, and even the right to speak in the whole world, is so much higher than them!

They had to come!

Even if the head of this hell angel is seventy-five years old, he still has to bow three times in front of the mourning hall of the master of Cangmen.

Moreover, even if there were grudges in the past, today, they will gather here, and the dead are the greatest, which is the estimation of the world's rivers and lakes. If the mafia leader dies, the owner of Cangmen will also go to mourn.

"Zhang Jun, please mourn."

Zong advocated Yifeng, who was nominally the deputy master of the original Cangmen, and had dealt with many people, so of course, he was regarded as a talker by these mafia bosses.

He didn't notice Ning Tianlin on the side at all.

And Ning Tianlin was also happy to see this situation, and at the same time signaled that Zhang Yifeng did not need to introduce himself to these people. After all, whether these people can see the sun tomorrow is one thing.

At this time, the head of Jacob of Japan, with a team of people, said to Zhang Yifeng.

"Nothing."

"Please incense."

Zhang Yifeng didn't say anything, but motioned for the group of them to go to the incense first, with a somewhat cold expression. Suddenly, the big guy was a little displeased, but the other party felt that maybe it was in the mourning hall now, sadness and depression were the atmosphere that should be, so he didn't say anything.

However, he was a little dissatisfied with Zhang Yifeng's arrogance.

"Ask them to sit on the side first, and don't leave."

After the three bows, Zhang Yifeng did not let these people leave, but instructed the waiter. This mourning hall is very large, and there are many seats arranged on one side.

Count them down, and there will be five or six hundred.

On the side of the seat, there was also an arrangement to eat fruits and the like.

And this group of Japanese did not feel any strange, thinking that this was the normal arrangement of Cangmen, after all, the funeral ceremony had not yet begun, and they only left after witnessing the coffin filling.

However, they usually take guests to a special living room instead of staying in the mourning hall.

Immediately afterwards, the helmsman of the Angels of Hell in Canada, the helmsman of the Tomahawks in Russia, etc., were all arranged in the seats on the side after bowing to the incense. Subsequently, the Corvey family in the United States, the Louis family in France, etc., also appeared in the auditorium.

This incense ceremony alone lasted for more than two hours, and it was all one by one, just making up for it.

It's that the seats on the side of the mourning hall are already full of people, bodyguards and the like, who are not qualified to enter the table at all, they are all standing on the side, row by row.

Click!

Click!

From time to time, the sound of taking pictures came from the mourning hall, which disliked a group of people sitting on the chairs, who often wandered in the dark, and what they didn't like was to expose themselves to the air.

However, thinking that Cangmen promised them that these photos would not be exploded, just as a souvenir, they endured it and didn't say anything.

After all, today is the funeral of the owner of Cangmen, and it is also the territory of Cangmen.

The most important thing is that they didn't worry too much, after all, even if these photos flowed out, it would definitely not make too many waves. Now here are the mafia leaders with heads and faces all over the world, and when the power of their group is mobilized, newspapers, media groups, and the Internet will definitely disappear in an instant when they speak unfavorably.

So, despite the displeasure, I still turned a blind eye.

"Sealed !!! Coffin!!!!! ”

Twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

A long, extremely loud voice sounded in the entire mourning hall, suggesting that the time had come, and it was the time for the closure of the hall to be buried.

At the same time, all the people sitting in their seats unconsciously stood up. At this time, whoever sits in the seat again is disrespectful to Cangmen!

"Down!!! Bury!!!!!! ”

The director shouted another loud cry, which resounded in everyone's eardrums.

In everyone's attention, a young man slowly stepped forward and pressed a button on the side nearby, and then, the ice coffin in the middle of the mourning hall began to slowly descend.

After a few moments, it was completely gone.

In the past two hundred years, all the Cangmen masters have not been buried in the ground, but their bodies have been sealed by ice coffins, and they are placed directly below this mourning hall intact.

Below this mourning hall, there is actually a very large tomb X, which stores dozens of corpses of the masters of Cangmen, which means that they are all people of Cangmen! Even if you die, you have to guard the Cangmen.

"Click!"

Then, the mechanism was closed, and the ice coffin with the body completely disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Who is he?"

"Who is this young man?"

"Why did he press the mechanism, not that Zhang Yifeng?"

Seeing that the young man who had never seen it before, and had never appeared in their information, pressed the burial organ, and all the mafia bigwigs who participated in the funeral had changed their faces and looked at each other, a little unclear.

After all, this kind of thing is the most important person in Cangmen, that is, the next generation of Cangmen masters, who have this right, even the relatives of Cangmen masters!

But now, it turned out to be a young man who had never appeared before!

What's going on?

But until now, no one has thought about this young man's identity as the master of Cangmen. After all, this young man is too young, young and terrible! I'm not even in my twenties!

In the rivers and lakes with the most qualifications and rankings, how can such a young person be on top!

"Alright, I announce, the funeral, that's it."

"There is no banquet today."

Then, in front of everyone, the young man said loudly. At the same time, with a wave of his hand, some servants came out and took the relatives and family members of the original Cangmen sect master down.

"What's going on?"

"Who the hell is this young man?"

"On such an important occasion, how could it be a young man who spoke?"

Except for the people in Cangmen, the rest of the people are unknown, so the reporters who are here all pick up their cameras and shoot Ning Tianlin wildly with a click! I don't know your identity now, but at the very least, I'll definitely have to do some research when I get out!

Moreover, what the hell, there is no banquet!

It's unimaginable!

After the funeral is held, isn't it the food that should be eaten and the drink that should be drunk? And especially the Cangmen that you have always regarded as a Chinese tradition!

"Alright, now that it's over, it's time for us to leave."

Of course, the big guys don't care about the banquet, and when the matter is over, they can also leave and go back to their respective nests.

After all, this is Cangmen territory, and staying here makes them a little uncomfortable.

As he spoke, many people waved their hands and signaled the bodyguards and the like to hurry up and arrange the car, they were leaving.

"Wait a minute!"

At this moment, the voice of the young man in the center of the room sounded in everyone's ears again, "Who said that the funeral is over, you can leave?" ”

"There are some things that should be said!"

The voice was deep, mixed with coldness.