its 134: conflict

Surrounded by cigarettes, several monks circled around the spiritual bed and whispered the curse of bliss. The people around them could not understand what they were talking about or not know whether they were real monks or not, but it didn't matter. As long as there was such a ceremony to express the sadness and respect of the living, it was enough.

Zhan Tiepeng sat quietly in the corner of the mourning hall with a blue face. Several trusted younger brothers stood behind him, and the other younger brothers gathered around the outside of the mourning hall and bowed to the guests.

All the merchants in the entertainment area where Lishui Garden is located rushed to express their condolences. Zhan Tiepeng sat motionless and did not return the gifts to the guests without courtesy. The guests also did not disturb him, but bowed three times to the spiritual bed surrounded by the monk. When they passed by him, they whispered "I'm sorry", and then took a breath and walked out.

At this time, a figure that made Zhan Tiepeng feel dazzling appeared in the mourning hall. It was a short fat man with a serious face. He bowed three times in front of the spiritual bed and came to him and whispered, "Boss Zhan, on behalf of all the employees of Landu, I feel sorry for your brother's misfortune."

Looking at Luan Feng, the muscles on Zhan Tiepeng's face couldn't help ** a few times, but he still couldn't help it. He slowly stood up and bowed back to Luan Feng in the stunned eyes of everyone.

"Thank you, Boss Luan!"

He said in a low voice.

"You're welcome." Luan Feng had a painful expression on his face. After nodding, he retreated. Zhan Tiepeng looked at him and left. He clenched his fists so that his knuckles turned white and his joints clicked.

"Bastard, if it weren't for you, how could we pay so much money to invite Yan Xiuwei? How could everything happen after that? How could my brother die!" He roared fiercely in his heart, and his eyes turned red. Wait, I must pay back this revenge!"

At this moment, the outside of the door suddenly became quiet. The little brothers who used to greet the guests outside suddenly stopped talking. Then, surrounded by four men in Tang clothes, a strong middle-aged man of nearly 50 years old came in with a frown. The man's eyes were fierce, and his left face went from his forehead to his chin. The deep scar looks shocking. The man went straight to the spiritual bed and frowned at the deceased. After a long time, he slowly bowed.

"My condolences!" The man turned around and said these words to Zhan Tiepeng in a stiff tone, but Zhan Tiepeng did not dare to be angry, but forced a smile: "Mr. Sun, are you here too?"

"Of course I have to come!" The other party snorted, and the big horse pulled a chair and sat down. The four men in Tang costume immediately stood behind him.

This man is Sun Haowen, the boss of the Qingshan Club. In the face of this guy who can be said to be a murderer, Zhan Tiepeng also had to put down his airs.

In addition, the Caotou Gang is indeed at a loss in this matter.

"Let me ask you, where is our show now?" Sun Haowen sat in the chair and questioned loudly rudely.

"It's still salvaging..." Zhan Tiepeng suppressed his anger. "The car opened the window, and they didn't have a seat belt. After entering the water, it was probably washed out of the car by the water."

"Why did the body of the iron eagle get caught at that time?" Sun Haowen raised his eyelids and looked at Zhan Tiepeng with fierce eyes.

"Iron... Iron Eagle's feet are entangled in water grass, so..." Zhan Tiepeng pressed the grief in his heart and answered honestly. Miss Yan may have been washed away by the current. I have given enough me to the corpse fisher to salvage all the way along the current, and I also sent my little brother to go there together..."

"Fuck it!" Sun Haowen suddenly interrupted him and patted the armrest of the chair hard. "Let me go and get my woman, and then you sit here comfortably and watch others bow to your brother. What about my woman? My woman is still soaking in the water, and I don't know what it looks like! Who bows to her, and who comes to ask me for my condolences?

"My condolences, Mr. Sun." Zhan Tiepeng almost gritted his teeth and said these words.

"What the fuck do you mean?" Sun Haowen stood up and slowly approached Zhan Tiepeng: "You are very unhappy, aren't you?"

"Brother Sun, this is my brother's mourning hall." Zhan Tiepeng said word by word, "Even if we make thousands of mistakes, please respect the deceased and give him the last dignity!"

"Dignity?" Sun Haowen grinned and said, "I gave him dignity, didn't I? Give the dignity of a blind fool and a bastard who drives my woman into the river and can't find it? Fuck me!"

This insult finally made Zhan Tiepeng's nervousness collapse. Since his brother's death, he has not been able to find the mysterious gold watch, and has not found half a clue for the other party to design traps and hide words. His anger and pain are nowhere to vent. Now, in Sun Haowen's scolding, he finally can't help but suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed Sun Haowen into the chair.

Seeing this, the four men in Tang costume immediately rushed forward. Several little brothers of the Caotou Gang also immediately rushed up to protect their boss, but without the boss's order, neither side dared to do it easily.

"Grand Boss Sun, what the fuck do you want? Your woman is dead, and so is my brother! There are many women in the world, but I only have one younger brother!" Zhan Tiepeng roared angrily and pointed to Sun Haowen's nose: "I tell you, your woman ran away by herself and has nothing to do with our brother!" We have tried our best to chase her back, but we didn't want this to happen later! It has happened, and my brother is dead. What else do you want?

Sun Haowen didn't expect that Zhan Tiepeng dared to attack him. After being stunned for a long time, his face was furious. He stood up and said coldly, "Okay, okay!" Then he waved his hand: "This is my brother's mourning hall. We can't be rude. Let's go!" After saying that, he turned around and walked out. The four men in Tang costume stared at Zhan Tiepeng angrily and followed him out.

Zhan Tiepeng looked at their backs with hatred, vented his anger on the chair Sun Haowen had sat on, and kicked the chair over several times.

"It's so lively, but it's a pity that we didn't fight." In the small square outside the funeral home, Luan Feng stood in the corner and watched Sun Haowen leave and couldn't help shaking his head.

"Sun Haowen is not a fool either." Next to him, Gong Ping, disguised as another pair, watched Sun Haowen and his men get into the car and said slowly, "Look, it won't be long before a large group of thrushers will pour into the entertainment area. I think we'd better close the business for a few days.

"Okay." Luan Feng smiled and said, "It's just right to play with Xiuwei and Xiaoyou."

"It's really intimate." Gong Ping smiled, and Luan Feng hummed twice without answering.

As Gong Ping expected, it didn't take long for something to happen in Lishui Garden.

On this day, as soon as Zhan Tieying buried his younger brother in the cemetery, a younger brother flew over in a panic. The first sentence was: "Big brother, it's not good, it's not good!"

"What's the matter?" Zhan Tiepeng, who had just time to dry his tears, looked angry, "I just buried my own brother. What could be worse than this?"

"Lishui Garden was smashed!" The younger brother cried aggrievedly, "We have more than a dozen brothers fighting with those guys, but there are 40 or 50 people on each other. We are not opponents at all. Brother Han asked me to come to you quickly and go back to help!"

"What? What kind of person is so bold!" Zhan Tiepeng shouted violently, and his eyes widened.

"It's a person from the Qingshan Club." The little brother said hurriedly.

"Sun Haowen!" Anger made Zhan Tiepeng couldn't help shouting, which shocked the others who visited his relatives around him. Some people wanted to protest, but when they saw Zhan Tiepeng's angry face, he lowered his head in fear as if he didn't hear it.

"Go, come back with me!" Zhan Tiepeng shouted, and hundreds of younger brothers who came to attend the funeral together shouted at the same time and followed the boss out of the cemetery. Everyone got into the car one after another and rushed to Lishui Garden together in the roar of the car.

When Zhan Tiepeng arrived, the battle was over.

Han Jun, who had just been discharged from the hospital, fell in front of the gate of Lishuiyuan Stadium at this moment, holding two baseball bats in his hand. His two arm bones were broken, and his body was messed up with stains and blood. He couldn't see the prestige of collecting protection fees everywhere at all. The other little brothers fell in the yard or stadium. In the middle, the slightly injured couldn't help moaning and rolling, and the seriously injured fainted.

The gate of Lishuiyuan was smashed by a car, and the door of the building was also smashed into a mess. Zhan Tiepeng asked someone to send the injured to the hospital quickly, and he took people into the building in a hurry to check the situation in the building.

The scene in the building is even more terrible. Everything that can be smashed has been smashed to pieces, and all the facilities that can be destroyed have been seriously damaged. It can be said that the property of Lishuiyuan has been smashed except for the masonry and cement of the house itself.

However, the other party is still humane. The residence of the Zhan family brother on the top floor has not moved a bit.

But, of course, it can't calm Zhan Tiepeng's anger. He clenched his fist fiercely. After a long time, he roared: "Fuck Sun Haowen! You son of a bitch, I will definitely not let you go! I have fought for my life in my life. Even if I have nothing, I will kill your grandson!"

He suddenly turned around, rushed into his room, opened a cabinet, and unscrewed one of the safes. In addition to some drugs, money and gold nuggets, there is also a short and powerful pistol in the safe. In anger, Zhan Tiepeng still did not forget to check the pistol carefully, then stuffed it into the inner pocket of his clothes, ran to the bedside, and took out a long knife from under the quilt.

"Go!" He roared and issued an order to his little brothers: "Come with me and kill all the grandchildren of the Qingshan Club!"