Chapter 330
Generally, this kind of thing, the identity of the Mafia leader, will not come forward easily. But who made the difference this time, they will be buried, but their existence at the same level, and even the right to speak in the entire world, is so much higher than them!
They have to come!
Even if the Sect Master of the hell angel is already seventy-five years old, he has to bow three times in front of the Spirit Hall of the Sect Master of Cangmen.
Furthermore, even if there were enmities in the past, today, they will gather here. The dead are the greatest. This is the estimation of the world. Which mafia leader is dead, Cangmen sect master, will also go to mourn.
"Mr Zhang, please be sorry."
Sect Master Zhang Yifeng, in name, is the original Vice Sect Master of Cangmen, and he has also dealt with many people, so, as it should be by rights, by these mafia bosses as the talker.
Simply didn't notice Ning Tianlin on the side.
Ning Tianlin is also happy to see this situation, and at the same time signaled Zhang Yifeng not to introduce himself to these people. After all, whether these people can see the sun tomorrow is one thing.
At this time, the Japanese Jacob Sect Master, with a team of people, said to Zhang Yifeng.
"Nothing."
"Please go to the incense."
Zhang Yifeng didn't say much, but motioned them to go first. Xiang, his expression was a little cold. Suddenly, this big guy was a little unhappy, but the other person felt that perhaps it was in Spirit Hall now, sadness, depression, is the atmosphere that should be there, and there is nothing more to say.
However, he was a little dissatisfied with Zhang Yifeng's arrogance.
"Please ask them to sit on the side and don't leave."
After the three bows, Zhang Yifeng did not let these people leave, but instructed the service people he greeted. This Spirit Hall is very large, with a lot of seats arranged on one side.
After counting down, we will enter five-six hundred.
On the side of the seat, fruit is also arranged.
And this team of Japanese did not feel any surprise, thinking that this was the normal arrangement of Cangmen. After all, the funeral ceremony had not yet started. They only witnessed the filling of the coffin before the Good to leave.
It’s just that they usually take guests to a special meeting room instead of staying in the Spirit Hall.
Next, Helmsman, the angel of hell from Canada, Helmsman, the tomahawk from Russia, etc., were all arranged on the side seats after Shangxiang bowed. Subsequently, the Kuwei family in the United States and the Lu Yi Family in France, etc., also appeared in the auditorium.
The ceremony on this alone lasted for more than two hours, and all of them were next to each other, just pooling together.
It is the seats on the edge of Spirit Hall. It has long been full of people, bodyguards and the like. They are simply not eligible to sit. They are all standing on the side, row by row.
ka-cha!
ka-cha!
From time to time, the sound of taking pictures comes from Spirit Hall, which makes the group of people sitting on the chairs dislike. These people often walk in the dark. What they don’t like most is putting themselves Expose to the air.
However, thinking that Cangmen promised them that these photos would not be exploded, just as a memorial, they also resisted and said nothing.
After all, today is the funeral of Cangmen sect master, and it is also the site of Cangmen.
The most important ones, they didn’t worry too much, after all, it’s absolutely impossible to make too much waves when these photos flowed out. Those present here are the mafia leaders with a face and a face in the world. The power of this group of people is mobilized. Newspapers, media groups, and the Internet will definitely disappear in an instant.
So, although unhappy, it still turned a blind eye.
"Seal!!! The coffin!!!"
12 o'clock noon.
A long, extremely loud voice rang throughout the Spirit Hall, reminding that the time has come, it’s time to close the hall for burial, and Tang Ren’s relatives, the sect master at Cangmen, were crying. As I watched, the ice hung, pushed by two big black clothed men, began to close.
At the same time, all the people sitting on their seats stood up unconsciously. At this time, whoever sits on the seat is disrespectful to the Cangmen!
"Next!!! Burial!!!!!!"
The director shouted again, resounding through everyone's eardrums.
In everyone's attention, a youngster slowly stepped forward and pressed a button nearby. Then, the ice coffin in the middle of the Spirit Hall began to slowly descend.
After a while, it completely disappeared.
In the past two hundred years, all Cangmen sect masters were not buried in the soil, but their bodies were sealed in ice coffins and placed right under the Spirit Hall intact.
Under the Spirit Hall, there is actually a big tomb, where dozens of the corpses of the Sect masters of Cangmen are stored, which means that they are all people from Cangmen! Even if he is dead, he must guard the Cangmen.
"ka-cha!"
Then the mechanism closed, and the ice coffin with the body completely disappeared before everyone's eyes.
"Who is he?"
"Who is this youngster?"
"Why did he press the mechanism, not Zhang Yifeng?"
Seeing the youngster, who had never seen it before and never appeared in their intelligence, pressed the funeral agency. All the mafia bosses who participated in the funeral were complexion changed, looking at each other, they were a little unclear.
After all, things like closing the hall and burying are the most important figures of Cangmen, the next generation of Cangmen sect master, who have this right, even the relatives of Cangmen sect master are not allowed!
But now, it turns out to be a youngster that has never appeared before!
What's the matter?
But until now, no one thinks of this youngster as a sect master. After all, this youngster is really too young, young terrifying! Don't die until you are in your twenties!
In the arena where qualifications and rankings are most concerned, how can such a young person be in the top position!
"Well, I announce that the funeral is over here."
"There is no banquet today."
Then, this youngster, in front of everyone The face, loudly said. At the same time, with a wave of hands, some servants came out and took the relatives and family members of the original Cangmen sect master.
"What's going on?"
"Who is this youngster?"
"How could a youngster speak on such an important occasion?"
Except for everyone in Cangmen, the rest are unknown. Therefore, the reporters here all picked up their cameras and cracked Ning Tianlin madly! I don't know who you are now, at least, you must study it carefully when you go out!
And, what the hell, there is no banquet!
This is simply unimaginable!
When the funeral is over, shouldn’t it be something to eat or drink? And especially, it is the Cangmen that you have always regarded as the Chinese tradition!
"Well, since it's over, we should also leave."
Of course the big guys don’t care about the banquet. When the matter is over, they can also leave and return to their respective banquets. Lao Lao.
This is Cangmen site after all, staying here makes them a little uncomfortable.
Speaking, many people waved their hands and signaled the bodyguards to arrange the car quickly, and they were leaving.
"Wait a minute!"
At this moment, the voice of the youngster in the middle of the room sounded in everyone's ears again, "Whoever said the funeral is over, you can go Is it?"
"There are some things, it's time to talk about it!"
The voice is gloomy and mixed with coldness.