The funeral procession of the Hongmen bigwigs can be described as large-scale, and San Francisco is the headquarters of the Hongmen North American Branch, which is also an important place for the Chinese. 《》

Today, the entire city of San Francisco is immersed in the grief of the death of the two bigwigs of Hongmen. Don't look at Hongmen as an underworld, but it is an underworld of Chinese, although it is said that the Chinese are not united, but sometimes with the existence of Hongmen, the xenophobia of white people in the United States does not dare to show so strong.

Because, Hongmen is their umbrella. Although this huge gang from the ancient country of China has gradually left his main road, it is undeniable that with his existence, the Chinese in the United States have a spiritual symbol.

Today, there are a lot of people in San Francisco's Huaxia City, but everyone walks on both sides of the street, but the middle of the street is set aside, which is prepared for the huge funeral procession of Hongmen.

Lin Cheng and Yue Zishan sat by the window on the second floor of a teahouse, leaning on the railing and looking into the distance: the huge Hongmen funeral crowd in the distance had slowly walked towards this side.

From a distance, it looks like a swarm of moving ants. The huge gilded coffin lifted by the eight people, two in front and back, and two rows of neat black suits and black sunglasses guarded by Hongmen disciples next to it, and behind them, there were a full eight rows of Hongmen disciple guards, with a long heel of one or two hundred meters behind.

Liu Zhongquan was behind the two coffins, following the team slowly.

"Lin Cheng, are we really going to go to the funeral with them?" Yue Zishan seemed to know a lot about the style of gangsters like Hongmen, she had always had doubts, she couldn't believe that a big gang like Hongmen was silent when two bigwigs died.

"This is the gesture we must do, didn't Liu Zhongquan say it yesterday, he has already said that Han Zhong colluded with the Mifu Oil Group, regardless of the issue of national interests, and told the main leaders of Hongmen, he said that Han Zhong's behavior is a traitor to the country and the enemy, and in addition, he used the opportunity of today's funeral to let the hall masters of the eight halls inside and outside Hongmen understand that we are indeed sincere, besides, even if he lays a net of heaven and earth, then with the two of us, where can we not go in this world?"

Yue Zishan nodded, "Okay, then let's go to the funeral of the two bigwigs in Hongmen!"

Lin Cheng didn't say that he felt a sense of panic. It must not be a trivial matter that can make a master like Lin Cheng tremble, but Lin Cheng has a faint feeling of being in danger.

The funeral crowd went from far to near, and from near to far, Lin Cheng also paid for the tea and followed the funeral procession with Yue Zishan.

The two bigwigs of Hongmen are buried in a cemetery by the sea in San Francisco, solemnly. The gang bosses from all over the country came to mourn in person or sent people, and Lin Cheng and Yue Zishan waited for the gangsters from all over the country to finish the hanging, and then walked behind the crowd.

"Lin Cheng, Yue Zishan is here to mourn!"

The two of them offered a bouquet of flowers on the grave, just nodded to Liu Zhongquan, and were about to turn around and leave, when suddenly the sudden change rose sharply, Lin Chengcheng felt a bone-chilling chill enveloping him, as if the temperature suddenly dropped by thirty or forty degrees in the extremely hot summer, to an environment where water turned into ice.

In fact, Lin Cheng has already reached the physique that is not invaded by cold and heat, the pores on his body can be closed at will, and the internal strength of his body can spread all over his body, which can make Lin Cheng feel cold to the bone, you can imagine how cold it is.

And there is more than one kind of chill on Lin Cheng's body, this bone-chilling chill is intertwined with two kinds of chills, "Go!" Lin Cheng pulled Yue Zishan with one hand and Liu Zhongquan with the other, and at the same time, his feet and waist suddenly exerted force, raising the speed to the extreme in an instant.

"Boom, boom!" The continuous explosions resounded throughout the cemetery, and Lin Cheng relied on his intuitive guidance to turn left and right, and his footsteps did not stop at all, but he narrowly avoided one bomb after another.

The entire cemetery has formed a sea of fire.

Lin Cheng dragged Liu Zhongquan and formed a ninety-degree right angle to him, which shows how fast Lin Cheng is. His rotation and turning were no longer necessarily related to speed, and even if he brought two people, it would not affect Lin Cheng's speed at all.

Liu Zhongquan is not a scholar who has no power to tie the chicken, he is in Hongmen, and he is also ruthless, but he does not have the environment of martial arts from elementary school, only after he reached the high position in Hongmen, he learned a few tricks from the masters of national arts in Hongmen, and then exercised diligently, and more than a dozen people were not his opponents at all, although he is now nearly fifty years old.

Lin Cheng did not choose to go down the mountain, but to the top of the mountain. The strange thing is that the bombs on the top of the mountain are very sparse, and this choice also allows Lin Cheng and the three of them to pick up a life.

When ordinary people encounter this situation, of course, they will not hesitate to choose to run to the bottom of the mountain, but the bottom of the mountain has now formed a sea of fire, Hongmen, and gangsters from all over the country who come to mourn, obviously more than lucky.

Lin Cheng ran wildly, and suddenly a chill hit his heart. When he was approaching the top of the mountain, he handed Liu Zhongquan to Yue Zishan, "You two hurry up, I'll come to the back of the palace." ”

Lin Cheng felt that the strongest chill in his heart finally surfaced, and he knew that this was the source of the deepest chill in his heart.

He couldn't hide from this battle.

Lin Cheng turned around slowly, taking the opportunity to calm the qi and blood that he had been churning all the way just now.

An old man with a slender figure, but there was an extremely strong chill on his body, and under this chill, Lin Cheng actually lost the sense of superiority that he had won a hundred battles.

"Your name is Lin Cheng?" the old man's voice seemed to be out of the sky.

"Yes, my name is Lin Cheng. ”

"My apprentice Yin Yang Man was killed by you?"

"It's me. ”

"Then you should die!" Shi Deyong finished speaking, and immediately jumped into the air, jumped three meters high out of thin air, and punched Lin Cheng.

Shi Deyong's punch, Lin Cheng suddenly had a feeling that he couldn't resist, as if this punch would hit him no matter how he blocked it.

For the first time, Lin Cheng had the idea of running away without a fight, and as soon as this idea appeared, it was immediately like a weed growing wildly.

Lin Cheng had the idea of escaping, but there was no way to escape, because Shi Deyong's punch came, and it was very ferocious.

Shi Deyong's punch sealed all of Lin Cheng's retreat, it was a retreat, not a way out, when a person didn't even have a way out, he could only rush forward. Lin Cheng put aside life and death in an instant, and instinctively swung a hammer at Shi Deyong's side.

This hammer is the condensation of Lin Cheng's life's work, and it is his most skilled hammer that he wielded intentionally or unintentionally. Moving the blocking hammer in Tai Chi is a move to attack and defend, intentionally forced out by Shi Deyong, and unintentionally a hammer that he inadvertently waved after abandoning the victory or defeat of life and death.

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