The drizzle is hazy, and the Jiangnan is in the evening.

Huhai City, inside the Arc de Triomphe Hotel.

A grand tofu feast is being held.

Jiangnan customs, three days before the cremation of the deceased's body, when the soul of the deceased is dying.

Invite all relatives, friends, and guests, take off their old clothes, change their white clothes, and tie their shoulders with white thread, the number of roots equal to their age. Then, pay tribute to the body of the deceased. Finally, we have a dinner together, called a tofu feast.

Also known as, the send-off banquet.

This dinner is meant to say goodbye to the deceased and see him off.

On Huangquan Road, go all the way.

At this time, in the Arc de Triomphe Hotel, the entire hotel has been chartered by the Huang family.

The second son of the Huang family, the last one before Huang Fei's body was cremated, a condolence tofu banquet, is being held.

At the entrance of the hotel, there are white wreaths of mourning, paper figures, and a variety of expensive gifts.

These are all gifts from the guests who came to the dinner.

The last goodbye to the deceased before cremation is naturally to give a small gift.

And this tofu banquet of the second son of the Huang family can be said to affect the whole city.

The Huang family, with its monstrous power, spreads all over Luhai.

As a result, almost all the big names in Luhai were present.

One luxury car after another was parked in front of the hotel.

The guests carried distinguished gifts and did not forget to present a wreath of the deceased.

This tofu feast is more like a feast for the Huang family.

People tried every means to send precious and rare treasures to cling to the Huang family.

And yet, in this drizzly night.

A slender white sports car slowly drove from a distance.

The sports car with its muffled engine roar and angelic headlights brighten up the grey streets.

The sports car slowly stopped in front of the Arc de Triomphe Hotel.

The frameless door opened, and a slender and elegant young figure slowly got out of the car.

Xu Feng was dressed in a crisp white shirt, with a black tie tied at the neckline, a pair of slender suit pants and shiny leather shoes.

But only one blazer is missing.

He raised his right hand lightly, and a black umbrella slowly opened it.

He was standing under the curtain of drizzle.

Behind the sports car, there are also three large trucks fully loaded.

I don't know what the truck is transporting, but it seems to be very heavy, and the wheels of the three trucks are a little heavy.

Xu Feng held an umbrella and slowly came to the three trucks.

"The goods are not damaged, are they?" Under the umbrella, his eyes were still calm, and he asked slowly.

"Sir, rest assured, the goods are in order. Are we sending it in now? The truck driver asked.

"Don't worry, you're waiting for me outside." Xu Feng's eyes were gloomy, holding an umbrella in his right hand and lighting a cigarette with his left hand.

"I'll go in first, have a light meal, and then I'll talk." After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked slowly towards the door of the hotel with an umbrella.

Bang!

When he put away his umbrella and stepped into the hotel gate, there was a muffled thunder outside the drizzly night sky.

In early summer, the first thunder.

"Are you here to attend Huang Ergongzi's tofu banquet?" At the door of the hotel, several waiters stepped forward and asked.

The waiters were also dressed in white linen clothes with twine pinned to their shoulders. To show respect for the deceased.

Xu Feng put away the umbrella and nodded slowly.

The Huang family's tofu feast is not for anyone to attend.

It must be someone who has a relationship with the Huang family.

You must be at the top of the city to be eligible to enter the feast.

The waiters glanced at him, and saw that he was dressed in white, and that he had gotten off the sports car, but they were not suspicious.

After all, this is the Huang family's tofu feast.

Who dares to come to the sky and pretend to participate in the Huang family's tofu feast?

This is tantamount to sending to death.

So, naturally, the waiters didn't have any doubts.

So, the door was released.

Xu Feng was like this, dressed in white, and slowly walked towards the hotel.

"Wait." At this moment, the waiter at the door suddenly stopped him.

"Where's the white flower on your shoulder?" The waiter asked abruptly.

Indeed, the guests who come to mourn and participate in the banquet will pin a mourning white flower on their shoulders to show their remembrance.

However, on Xu Feng's shoulder, there was none.

Xu Feng's steps slowly stopped, turned around, and said calmly, "My white flower may have fallen." ”

"Hurry up and bring it to participate in Huang Ergongzi's farewell tofu banquet, how can you not bring white flowers."

The waiter's face was a little solemn, and he handed him a white flower.

"Remember, bring it and enter the venue. Otherwise, if you are discovered by the Huang family, you will probably be beaten out. The waiter said solemnly.

This sentence is not intimidation.

Participate in the farewell banquet of Huang Ergongzi, if you don't know the etiquette. That is disrespectful to the Huang family.

In today's situation, if you are disrespectful to the Huang family on such an occasion, you are asking for your own death.

"Oh, no problem." Xu Feng's eyes were calm and quiet, he took the white flower handed by the waiter, and then walked indifferently towards the hotel corridor.

The entire hotel corridor is covered with white linen.

As far as the eye can see, it is white.

There are all the paper carved Jinluan halls, paper slaves, carriages, mansions, and all the items that accompany the dead and the funeral.

Such a funeral scene can be described as magnificent.

Xu Feng walked through the corridor and came to the door of the hall of the tofu feast.

At this time, the entire banquet hall was already full of guests.

Xu Feng spread his right hand slightly, and the white flower in his hand instantly turned into powder and blew to the ground.

How could he wear white flowers for the sake of a mere underworld dog?

He rubbed his shiny leather shoes, stepped on the white powder on the ground, and walked into the banquet hall.

Looking around, Xu Feng glanced around the banquet hall, and then slowly walked to an empty table in the corner and took a seat.

The seating order of the tables, according to the regulations, is booked in advance.

It's just that Xu Feng came uninvited and didn't care about these.

I found an empty table at random and sat down.

At the same time, outside the Arc de Triomphe Hotel, a nanny car slowly drove from the rain.

The car stopped.

The host Zhou Ruomin stepped out of the nanny car a little helplessly.

She was dressed in a white dress, her long black hair was coiled up, her pretty face was delicate, and she didn't seem to have makeup.

Stepping on high heels, she walked into the Arc de Triomphe Hotel.

She was invited to attend the funeral of Huang Ergongzi.

Although, I don't want to do it in my heart.

However, the Huang family's power is monstrous. As a well-known local host in Huhai City, she can't shirk it at all.

Moreover, there are also requirements from the leaders of the host TV station behind it.

She simply couldn't refuse.

"Ruomin, don't put on such a face, if you are seen by the Huang family, I'm afraid it's not good, be natural, with a little smile, you know?" The agent, Sister Zhang, reminded cautiously on the side.

Zhou Ruomin was really helpless.

"Okay, Sister Zhang, I know." After saying that, she stepped on her high heels and reluctantly walked into the hotel.

At the same time, the hotel's huge banquet hall.

The flow of people is boiling, and the sound of communication is endless.

Xu Feng was dressed in a white shirt, and he sat neatly at the corner dining table, but he didn't, which aroused the suspicion of the people around him.

He lit a cigarette and looked around quietly.

The head of the Huang family, Huang Baiming, seems to be not at the scene?

glanced over, but did not see Huang Baiming's figure.

"Well, you seem to be sitting in my place?" Suddenly, a magnetic voice floated from behind him.

Xu Feng was stunned for a moment, turned his head slightly, and saw a shadow of a white-clothed dress.

Zhou Ruomin's beautiful eyes were puzzled, looking at the man who occupied his seat.

"Maybe they forgot my name to put it in, don't mind, together?" Xu Feng had a slight arc, which was friendly.

"Oh, okay." Zhou Ruomin didn't mind, anyway, this dinner was also forced.

She didn't want to participate in the first place, and there was nothing wrong with having one more person with her.

So, she gently pinched the skirt of the dress and sat down next to Xu Feng.

A few minutes later, a few more guests in crisp suits found the table in the corner and took their seats.

Obviously, the people who came to the tofu banquet today are all celebrities.

The small dining table in this corner was instantly filled with guests.

It's just that because there is one more Xu Feng, the location seems a little crowded.

At the table, several guests were communicating with each other, some took the opportunity to pat the Huang family's ass, and some lamented the untimely death of the second son of Huang, and God was not long-sighted

Then, the few people talked about the gifts given by the banquet.

"Huang Ergongzi died early, and I Ding felt sorry for it, so I gave a beautiful jade."

"Old man, I have always been friends with the Huang family, and now the second son died early, and the sky has no eyes, so I specially presented a pair of Ming Dynasty night pearls."

At the table, the guests exchanged words one after another, and the meaning of patting sycophants was well known.

Zhou Ruomin sat on the side, frowning slightly.

A wicked young man who has done a lot of evil has passed away, and there are so many guests to mourn and mourn?

It's ridiculous.

In the entire Luhai City, who doesn't know the evil things that his second son Huang did?

But at this moment, all the guests are still regretting and remembering?

The atmosphere of the city is simply outrageous. Disgusting.

But Zhou Ruomin's beautiful eyes scanned, but he suddenly found that the young man in white shirt beside him had not talked to anyone.

He sat indifferently, and Zhou Ruomin seemed to have become the most incompatible existence in the banquet hall.

"Eh, what is your relationship with the Huang family?" Zhou Ruomin was curious, leaned closer, and asked.

Xu Feng was slightly stunned and took a deep breath of cigarette.

"Enemies." He spat out only two words.

"Huh?" Zhou Ruomin was stunned.

"Enemy, still come to dinner?" Her beautiful eyes were even more puzzled and strange, looking at the young man beside her.

"Why not?" Xu Feng's eyes were gloomy, and he sat indifferently at the dining table.

"You have to do things from the beginning to the end, give them away, and you have to send them to the west sky."

What he was referring to was naturally Huang Fei.

Huang Fei was killed by him, since he killed someone, it is natural that he will also give people off for the last time by the way.

Send the Buddha to the Western Heaven and send the corpse to hell.

It's just that Zhou Ruomin on the side heard it in a fog, and he didn't know why?