Hong Kong Island King Fried

Chapter 81
In just half a day, news of Dumble's death spread throughout Heliansheng and almost all societies in Hong Kong.

Every time Liansheng is re-elected, people will die.

In fact, when there is no re-election, the younger brothers and bosses who are in Lian Sheng will often die.
A mixed club is like this,
But this time, no one thought that it was Deng Bo who died.

Decades of ups and downs, grievances, vendettas, business disputes, and changes in the situation have all survived, and he eventually became the oldest uncle in the world, but died in a routine change with Liansheng.

It is said that after Hongxing's Jiang Tiansheng got the news, he immediately held a meeting of the hall fitters. The content is unknown, but there were changes in Hongxing's halls that day.

Chen Huimin, the big boss of 14K German characters, heard the news at his winery. It is said that he was silent for a long time, and finally said only one sentence:

An era has passed.

An era in which loyalty and rules were used to maintain the world came to an end with Deng Bo's death.

A young man, unscrupulous, the era of the winner is king, slowly kicked off.

The police are investigating. According to the current doctor's conclusion, Dumbledore lost his life because he lost his footing and fell down the stairs. In addition, he had serious heart disease, high blood pressure, diabetes, etc., and he was old.

Everyone knows it's not that simple.

Surprisingly, after Dumble's death, everyone's IQ from top to bottom in He Liansheng seemed to have been reduced to that of a kindergarten kid. No one jumped out to seek justice for Dumble.

Whether it is those wily and experienced uncles of the older generation,
Still those ruthless rising stars who have no taboos,
Everyone kept silent, acquiescing to the fact that Dumbledore had 'stumbled and fell to his death'.

Without evidence, for a dead person, to offend the current president, doubt a popular boss, and seek justice?

That's the real kindergarten sand sculpture.

Even Jimmie didn't say anything publicly, he just started making arrangements secretly.

This is the last thing that He Liansheng can do for Dumbledore. In other words, Dumbledore has been hanging around with Liansheng all his life, and the last glorious scene is only his funeral.

Kowloon Funeral Home.

This funeral parlor is the largest funeral parlor on Hong Kong Island. In terms of qualifications and scale, it is very suitable for the status of a gangster. It is located in a prosperous area of ​​​​Kowloon, which is not only convenient for big bosses from all walks of life to come to express condolences, but also convenient for police control.

On the morning of the funeral, there were hundreds of people wearing black suits and white cuffs, but they couldn't hide their toughness, and Liansheng's younger brother blocked the Yinyang Road at the entrance of the funeral home, preventing other vehicles from passing through;

Kuan Bao, who was second only to Dumbledore in prestige among the older generation, took command and control outside the venue with a walkie-talkie. From time to time, he asked the crowd to make way for other community figures who came to express their condolences to enter the funeral parlor.

The entire Kowloon funeral parlor is fully covered, and white wreaths are arranged symmetrically from the door to the outside of the largest mourning hall. The mourning hall is solemnly decorated, and the family members kneel on one side in linen and mourning according to the tradition, facing the brazier in front of them numbly. Put yellow paper in the box, and hundreds of Jianghu figures who have great identities in Liansheng and Dai Baihua sit in a few rows.

In the center of the hall, on both sides of the huge black and white portrait, hang a pair of elegiac couplets written by famous Hong Kong calligraphers.

In the past 60 years, life and death depended on destiny;

One Jiazi, the wind knife and the frost sword, the righteous men of thousands of years look up to the mighty spirit.

The emcee can sing with a Peking Opera voice, sounding out in an orderly and monotonous manner,

"Deng Mansion held a funeral, and guests arrived. Hongxing Society, Chen Yao, Chen Haonan and other 18 people came to offer incense..."

"Bow once, bow twice, bow three times, and the family members will respond."

"Deng Mansion held a funeral, and guests arrived. 14K, six people including Ge Yaoming and Chen Huimin came to offer incense..."

"The Deng Mansion is holding a funeral, and guests are arriving, Anle Club..."

Waves of people from all walks of life entered the auditorium, bowed and saluted, comforted the family members, and then sat aside to watch the ceremony.

"Deng Fu's funeral, there are guests..." Just after almost all the well-known club figures showed up, the master of ceremonies stopped abruptly, staring blankly at the entrance of the mourning hall, not knowing how to report.

Fei Bo, who was wearing a police uniform and the badge of a senior inspector, and Lin Jiajun, a trainee inspector who also wore a police uniform, appeared outside the mourning hall surrounded by more than a dozen plainclothes detectives from the serious crime team.

The whole place was in an uproar. A group of Liansheng bosses led by Le Shao suddenly sat up from their seats.
He Liansheng double bonus red stick, Le Shao's number one gold-medal fighter plane, led a group of black-clothed boys with a murderous look on their faces, forming a human wall with their bodies, blocking the entrance of the mourning hall,

The peripheral He Liansheng boys were pouring in from all directions, surrounding these dozen people, like a black tide, which could drown them almost at any time.

The two gangs were facing each other at the entrance of the auditorium, and their swords were on the verge of breaking out.

Chuan Bao had an angry look on his face and shouted loudly: "Fei Bo, it's Uncle Deng's funeral today, it's He Liansheng's face! Not to mention you are a senior inspector, even if the Hong Kong Governor comes to cause trouble, He Liansheng will not give you face!"

Le Shao walked through the human wall and came to Fei Bo. He blocked the way with his body and said in a decisive and cold tone:
"Uncle Deng passed away. It's a normal funeral ceremony. I don't know what the police are going to do? If you can't find a suitable reason, even if you pull out a gun and shoot me to death today, I won't let you enter the mourning hall."

With a look of grief and indignation, his expression vividly portrays a club boss who was cornered by the police.

He Liansheng's younger brothers were infected, and even other members of the club felt sad and ready to move.

"doing what?!"

Fei Bo pointed at Uncle Deng's photo in the depths of the mourning hall, and said word by word in a gloomy tone that was rarely seen in normal times: "I'm here to express my condolences to my boss, my uncle. Is this a suitable reason?!"

Only then did many people recall that Fei Bo, who was an undercover agent in He Liansheng back then, had indeed gone through a serious ceremony of worshiping the mountain gate, and had been worshiped under Deng Bo's sect!
"Then what do you think you are wearing a police uniform? Are you embarrassing He Liansheng in front of the whole world?"

Kuan Bao asked aloud: "Fei Bo, when Uncle Deng was alive, he was affectionate and kind to you. Now that he is dead, you want him to become the laughing stock of the world?"

"Pick! The butt of the joke? How dare you say something like this when you are a young and Dangerous boy? If he hadn't been a boy with a mixed prefix, Uncle Deng might have lived a few more years!"

Fei Bo raised his head, stared at Kuan Bao, who was a head taller than him, and said loudly: "You asked me why I wear a police uniform? Let me tell you now, I, Liang Jianbo, have lived for more than forty years and have been mediocre and accomplished nothing. Fortunately I gamble and am greedy for money, but because of this suit of clothes, I have never done anything that is disrespectful to my conscience! That’s why I came here today wearing these clothes, clean and innocent, to send Uncle Deng off for the last time!"

Kuanbao was tall, but his momentum was completely suppressed by the short Fat Bo. His face was ugly, his lips moved, and he was ready to say something to regain the scene, but he couldn't think of the words.

Lin Huaile gritted his teeth and said to Lin Jiajun: "Officer Lin, do you have to make things so ugly? In front of the whole Jianghu today, He Liansheng has no way to retreat. If you, a group of policemen, must enter the scene, they will They force me to lead and win together tens of thousands of troops to clear the field!"

"Clear the place? What qualifications do you have?!"

Lin Jiajun pointed directly at Uncle Deng's family members who were kneeling deep in the mourning hall, and said: "Don't say that the police bullied you. I won't talk to you today about the police and young and Dangerous boys. I only ask you, you are a guest, and we are also guests." , you came to express condolences, we also came to express condolences, the family members have not spoken, who is qualified enough to stop them??"

Lin Huaile looked back at the family members of Deng Bo who were kneeling beside the brazier without saying a word, and frowned.

After hesitating for a moment, he whispered: "You two can enter, but none of the remaining police officers can enter." After saying that, he waved his hand.

The human wall formed by the planes and people behind them gave way to a small path in the middle that could barely allow one person to pass.

Fei Bo nodded to Lin Jiajun and took the lead to walk into the crowd. Lin Jiajun followed closely behind. Two policemen in police uniforms entered the mourning hall and came to the front of the mourning hall under the watchful eyes of a group of young and Dangerous boys.

The dry voice of the master of ceremonies sounded again,
"Deng Mansion held a funeral, Liang Jianbo and Lin Jiajun were polite."

Fei Bo took off his police cap, bowed three times,

Then he came to the family members and said to Uncle Deng’s daughter: “Sister-in-law, don’t worry, I am a policeman and I will definitely find out who killed Uncle Deng.”

The middle-aged female doctor who had returned from abroad was so frightened by this scene that her lips turned sticky for a few times and she did not answer.

On the other hand, her two mixed-race daughters, who were only seven or eight years old, stared at Lin Jiajun not far away with their eyes wide open and in straight uniforms, and muttered "Han mourning" in English.

Lin Jiajun took off his police cap, but did not bow. Instead, he stood upright, head slightly raised,
Floating in the mourning hall was a fat shadow that only he could see, with a pair of small mung bean eyes that stared at Lin Jiajun from the moment he appeared.

Lin Jiajun looked at the phantom in the sky calmly, and said silently in his heart,
"You will always have to pay back when you come out to hang out. You have lived happily until the age of 78, which is enough. There is no thousand-year dynasty in this world. The Qin, Han, Tang, Song, and Ming dynasties are nothing compared to Liansheng. Uncle Deng, how are you compared to Ying Zheng and Li Shimin? ?

Today, I offer you a stick of incense, which is considered to be a karma and do my part.

If you leave safely, the incense of our Baohe Liansheng line will continue, and you will have incense to eat underground;
If you cause trouble, I will send you to pieces and cut off the Liansheng inheritance!

Travel with peace of mind! "

After saying that, he put the incense in his hand into the incense burner.

At this moment, the whole body was covered with blood, and the evil aura from the murder was so strong that the fat shadow in the sky retreated continuously.

After a moment, Dumbledore's shadow seemed to let out a long sigh, and then gradually dissipated.

'Ding dong...

Transcendence success, Transcendence skill proficiency +10, Transcendence technique introduction (80/100)'

The incense rises straight like a sword.

(End of this chapter)