Chapter 322 Who Said You Can Leave?

Normally, a mafia leader would not come forward easily in this kind of thing. But what makes this time different? Those who will be buried are beings of the same level as them, and even have a voice in the world that is even higher than them!

They had to come!

Even though the leader of the Hell's Angels is already seventy-five years old, he still has to bow three times in front of the mourning hall of the leader of the Cang Sect.

Moreover, even if there was hatred in the past, today, they will all gather here, and the dead will be the most important. This is the estimate of the world. If any mafia leader died, the Cangmen Sect Master would also go to express his condolences.

"Zhang Jun, please forgive me."

The sect leader Yifeng was originally the deputy sect leader of the Cang Sect in name only, and he had dealt with many people, so it was natural that he was regarded as a talker by these mafia bosses.

He didn't notice Ning Tianlin at all.

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

At this time, the head of Jacob, the Japanese leader, led a team of people and said to Zhang Yifeng.

"nothing."

"Please light the incense."

Zhang Yifeng didn't say much, but motioned to the group of others to burn incense first, with a somewhat cold expression. Immediately, the big boss felt a little unhappy, but he felt that maybe now that he was in the mourning hall, sadness and depression were the appropriate atmosphere, so he didn't say anything more.

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

"Please ask them to sit on the edge first and not leave."

After bowing three times, Zhang Yifeng did not let these people leave, but gave instructions to the waiter who greeted them. This mourning hall is very large, with many seats arranged on one side.

Counting it down, it will be five to six hundred.

There were also arrangements for eating fruits and the like beside the seats.

The Japanese team did not find anything strange and thought this was Cangmen's normal arrangement. After all, the funeral ceremony had not yet begun. They could only leave after witnessing the coffin being covered and filled with soil.

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

Immediately afterwards, the Canadian Hells Angels helmsman, the Russian Tomahawk helmsman, etc. were arranged in the seats next to them after offering incense and bowing. Later, the Covey family of the United States, the Louis family of France, etc. also appeared in the auditorium.

The incense-burning ceremony alone lasted for more than two hours, and it was all done side by side, just making do.

The seats next to the mourning hall were already filled with people. Bodyguards and the like were not even qualified to sit in the seats. They were all standing on the edge, rows next to each other.

Click!

Click!

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

However, thinking that Cangmen promised them that these photos would not be exposed and were only used as a souvenir, they endured it and said nothing more.

After all, today is the funeral of the leader of Cangmen, and it is also Cangmen’s territory.

Most importantly, they didn't worry too much. After all, even if these photos were leaked, it would definitely not cause a big wave. Today, those present here are the most prestigious mafia leaders in the world. If they mobilize their power, newspapers, media groups, and the Internet, any negative remarks against them will definitely disappear in an instant.

So, even though I was unhappy, I still turned a blind eye.

"Seal!!!! Coffin!!!!!!"

at noon.

A long, extremely loud voice sounded throughout the mourning hall, indicating that the hour had come and it was time to close the hall and bury it. In the eyes of the relatives of Tang Ren, the head of the Cangmen sect, who were weeping, ice hung on the two Under the push of the big man in black, it began to close.

At the same time, everyone sitting on their seats stood up unconsciously. At this time, whoever continues to sit in the seat will be disrespectful to Cangmen!

"Down!!! Buried!!!!!!"

The director gave another loud shout, which resounded through everyone’s eardrums.

While everyone was watching, a young man slowly stepped forward and pressed a button nearby. Then, the ice coffin in the middle of the mourning hall began to slowly descend.

After a while, it completely disappeared.

In the past two hundred years, all Cangmen Sect leaders were not buried in the ground, but their bodies were sealed in ice coffins and placed intact directly under the mourning hall.

Under the mourning hall, there is actually a large tomb, where dozens of corpses of Cangmen sect masters are stored, which means that they are all members of Cangmen, whether they are alive or dead! Even if he dies, he still has to protect Cangmen.

"Crack!"

Then, the mechanism closed, and the ice coffin and body completely disappeared from everyone's eyes.

"who is he?"

"Who is this young man?"

"How come it was he who pressed the button, not Zhang Yifeng?"

Seeing that the young man who had never been seen before and had never appeared in their intelligence pressed the burial button, all the mafia bosses who attended the funeral changed their expressions and looked at each other, somewhat confused.

After all, only the most important figures in Cangmen, the next generation of Cangmen masters, have this right to close the hall and bury them. Even relatives of Cangmen masters cannot do this!

But now, it turns out to be a young man who has never appeared before!

what happened?

But until now, no one thought of this young man as the leader of Cangmen. After all, this young man is too young, so young that it's scary! He's less than 20 years old at most!

In the martial arts world where seniority and ranking are the most important, how can such a young person get to the top!

"Okay, I declare that the funeral is over."

"There will be no banquet today."

Then, the young man said loudly in front of everyone. At the same time, he waved his hand, and some servants came out and took the relatives of the former leader of Cangmen away.

"What's going on?"

"Who is this young man?"

"How could a young man speak on such an important occasion?"

Except for the people of Cangmen, the rest of the people were confused. Even the reporters here took up their cameras and took pictures of Ning Tianlin crazily! Now that I don't know your identity, at least I must study it carefully when I go out!

Moreover, what the hell, there is no banquet!

This is simply unimaginable!

After the funeral, shouldn't we eat and drink? Especially since you are the Cang Clan who always prides yourself on the Chinese tradition!

"Well, now that it's over, we should leave."

The big guys certainly don't care about the banquet. After the matter is over, they can leave and return to their respective nests.

After all, this is the territory of the Cang Clan. Staying here makes them feel a little uncomfortable.

As they said this, many people waved their hands, signaling the bodyguards and others to quickly arrange the car. They are 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?"

"Some things should be discussed!"

The voice was gloomy and mixed with coldness.