"Slut, shut up if you don't want to die."

A sixteen-year-old boy with a vicious expression that threatens his sister.

Zhong Ling is just a pampered schoolgirl, how could she have ever seen such a bloody scene with a pale face?

For a while, he completely lost his claim, trembling with fright, and tears flowed out.

Zhong Yuanshan's limbs twitched, his eyes widened with anger, and finally he lost his breath.

The corpse lay on the bed, dead and unsightly.

Blood, soaked through the sheets.

The second master of the slums, never dreamed that his most beloved youngest son, the most faithful nephew in peacetime, would unite to murder him.

At the last moment when his life came to an abrupt end, Zhong Yuanshan did not wait for Li Xiaofei, the successor he chose, to come back.

"Sister, don't worry, I won't kill you."

"Keep you, dedicated to the Dugu Missing Master of the Black Blood Society."

"After three days, I will honestly serve Young Master Dugu and serve him well, and your brother and I will be able to sit firmly in the position of president."

"Don't say a word about anything else."

"Say one more word, and I'll have someone turn you right now."

"Did you hear that?"

Zhong Yang viciously threatened his own sister.

Zhong Ling's heart trembled.

Only then did she realize that her younger brother was afraid that he had already colluded with the people of the Black Blood Society.

All this is a conspiracy that has been planned for a long time.

Finished.

It's all over.

Even if Li Xiaofei comes back, he can't undo all this.

Zhong Ling sat down on the ground.

Shocked and frightened, she could only choose to cooperate honestly.

The room soon fell silent again.

A moment later.

Zhong Yang and Zhong Yuanbo walked into the courtyard with sad faces.

"My dad died."

"Before he died, he passed on the position of president to me."

"From now on, I'll have the final say here."

"My father also told me on his deathbed that Li Xiaofei has a rebellious heart and needs to clean up the portal as soon as possible."

Facing the gaze of the leaders of the club, Zhong Yang said loudly.

"I testify that what Yang Shao said is true."

The lobby master, Zhong Yuan, also agreed.

At the same time, he released the coercive aura of his third-order master and glanced at everyone.

The big and small bosses looked at each other.

Those who have a bright mind already vaguely understand what is happening.

But in the face of the powerful hall master, no one dared to speak.

Zhong Yang nodded with satisfaction.

Zhong Yuanbo also smiled with satisfaction.

He looked at Zhong Yang as if he were looking at a satisfactory puppet toy.

……

……

Rumble!

The engine roared.

Li Xiaofei rode a heavy motorcycle and rushed into the courtyard with a roar.

When I raised my eyes, I saw the white mourning hall that had been arranged.

Li Xiaofei's heart trembled.

Not good.

Could it be that the master has already gone to the west?

"Li Xiaofei, you. He. Where did my mother die, you didn't answer the phone, and you only came back at this time? ”

Zhong Yangren rushed out of the mourning hall, took the lead, and scolded Li Xiaofei.

Li Xiaofei ignored this second ancestor.

He strode into the mourning hall.

He saw his master, Zhong Yuanshan, the former second master of the slums, wearing a shroud at this time, with a pale face, lying quietly in the white jade wood.

Closed my eyes forever.

In front of the coffin, a nineteen-year-old girl knelt.

The girl's skin is snow-white and her eyebrows are picturesque.

She was very delicate and pretty, and her figure was thin, like a budding lily, with a delicate air rarely seen in a slum woman.

I want to be pretty and filial piety.

This well-fitting white filial piety dress was worn on the body, and the tears soaked the placket, which made it even more pitiful.

It was Zhong Yuanshan's eldest daughter, Zhong Ling.

Zhong Ling raised his head, looked at Li Xiaofei with tears in his eyes, and stopped talking.

Li Xiaofei nodded at her and didn't say anything more.

He knelt in front of the white stone coffin, offered incense and wine, and then kowtowed three times with a bang.

"Master, don't worry, I will definitely kill Dugu Que and avenge you."

He said solemnly.

The so-called grace of dripping water should be reciprocated with a spring.

The revenge of killing the teacher must be avenged.

"Revenge, up to you?"

Zhong Yang's arrogant sneer came from behind: "Li Xiaofei, what kind of thing are you, and you deserve to make a big deal in this mourning hall." ”

Li Xiaofei slowly got up and bowed to the old man who was asleep in the coffin.

"When will Master be buried?"

He turned around and asked calmly.

"It's your business."

Zhong Yang did not hide his pride, and sneered: "This old thing is my father, not your father, I can bury it whenever I want......

The voice did not fall.

Syllable.

Li Xiaofei directly raised his hand and slapped him.

Zhong Yang was caught off guard, and the beaten spot turned clockwise, bleeding from his mouth and nose.

"You...... Do you dare to hit me? ”

He was stunned and looked at Li Xiaofei in disbelief.

"This slap teaches you that as a son of man, your father's bones are not cold, and he is rude and rude in the mourning hall, disrespectful."

Li Xiaofei said calmly.

Zhong Yang was furious: "You. . . He. Damn, who are you? You're just a dog from my Zhong family......"

Syllable.

Li Xiaofei slapped again.

Zhong Yang, who was pumping, turned around counterclockwise.

"This palm teaches you that as a junior, you don't know how to respect your senior brother."

Li Xiaofei still said calmly: "If you dare to scold again, I will break your mouth." ”

Zhong Yang froze.

He was a little scared.

He covered his face and looked at Li Xiaofei in shock and anger.

What's going on?

Today's Li Xiaofei seems to have changed as a different person.

Before I changed it, let alone scolding him, even if it was spit on his face, I just wiped it, and I didn't fight back.

"Li Xiaofei, you are too arrogant and domineering, the old president's bones are not cold, you are in the mourning hall, fighting his old man's most beloved son, is there still me in your eyes, the hall master."

A balding middle-aged man walked in from the outside and opened his mouth to accuse.

Li Xiaofei frowned.

The memories of his predecessor told him that this person's name was Zhong Yuanbo.

He is the nephew of the old president, the star power behavior of the three Qi ranks, and now the number one hall master of the Yuntian Society.

Also an ambitious guy.

In the past, when the old president was here, he could still suppress him.

Now that the old president is dead, he can't wait to jump out and make waves.

"As a senior brother, what's wrong with teaching my junior brother?"

Li Xiaofei asked rhetorically.

He is Zhong Yuanshan's disciple, and he can be regarded as Zhong Yang's senior brother.

"Even if you are a senior brother, you shouldn't be rough in the spirit hall, Xiaoyang is your master's flesh and blood."

Zhong Yuanbo sneered, and reprimanded without saying anything: "I see that you obviously saw that the president was dead and wanted to take the opportunity to rebel...... Someone's coming. ”

Footsteps rang out.

Thirty or forty elite swordsmen who had been in ambush for a long time appeared, surrounding the inside and outside of the mourning hall.

The knife flashed.

It's cold.

Li Xiaofei's face remained unchanged.

To be honest, he was amazed at how quickly he adapted to the world of the jungle.

When he first crossed, maybe this murderous scene would make his legs weak.

But now?

I can't bluff him.

As soon as Zhong Yang saw the reversal of the situation, he suddenly became arrogant again.

"Li Xiaofei, I didn't expect it, we were prepared."

He looked up to the sky triumphantly and laughed: "Hahaha, now kneel down for me and ask for Ben Shao's forgiveness, otherwise, you will die under the knife." ”

"Don't kneel yet."

Zhong Yuanbo also shouted.

Qiang Qiang Qiang.

More than 30 knife hands showed the machetes in their hands in unison, pointing at Li Xiaofei.

The huge mourning hall suddenly flashed with cold light, and the murderous aura was fierce.

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