Chapter 943: If you

The next morning, due to the typhoon, a drizzling rain fell incessantly.

In front of the funeral hall, where white cloth fluttered, the people of Houbicuo gathered.

Looking at Zhang Cheng, who had a white strip of cloth wrapped around his arm, Chen Wenqian stepped forward and said, "I’ve already pushed the matter out; you’ll be the one to do it when the time comes!"

"Understood. Such a small matter, I can resolve it myself!"

Speaking to Chen Wenqian, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but sit down on a chair.

However, just at this moment, Geta also appeared with his men.

Watching Li Zhilong and the others behind him, Chen Wenqian immediately stepped forward to greet them.

Observing all this, Chen Guilin asked curiously, "Your boss seems quite unlucky to have two subordinates like you!"

"Indeed, that’s why he died in his prime!"

Hearing Chen Guilin’s words, Zhang Cheng also began to laugh.

Watching Zhang Cheng calmly utter such a "hell joke," Chen Guilin was speechless: "Damn, you really have no sense of brotherhood!"

"Those who talk about brotherhood are the young; adults only look at interests, not right or wrong! If he doesn't die, things will be hard to manage!"

Speaking to Chen Guilin, Zhang Cheng watched the commotion starting in the distance and immediately held up an umbrella to step forward.

"Damn, what did you just say?"

Slapping Chen Wenqian across the face, Geta stared at him with a fierce expression.

Because he highly suspected that Zhang Shunfa was killed by this white-eyed wolf before him.

But unfortunately, Zhang Shunfa suspected wrong, because Zhang Shunfa really wasn't killed by Chen Wenqian, but by the monk beside him!

Just after Chen Wenqian took the slap, the people of Houbicuo couldn't help but rush forward, their faces full of anger.

Holding back the people behind him, Chen Wenqian said, "Have you hit enough, Brother Geta?"

"Watch your mouth!"

Pointing at Chen Wenqian, Geta turned and left with his men, the gathering ending on a sour note.

Coming to Chen Wenqian's side, Zhang Cheng looked at him and said, "You can even endure this!"

"It's not the right time yet!"

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Chen Wenqian turned and clenched his fists.

Where does the conflict between the old and the new lie? In money!

As old bosses, Zhang Shunfa and Geta stood on the same side; he was also opposing the entry of Gray Wolf and others into Monga.

But for Chen Wenqian and Zhang Cheng, this was an intolerable matter.

Because the times are changing, and the ways of making money are changing too. Who still likes to go to backward dance halls now? Young people are all clubbing.

Selling high-mountain tea, collecting oranges—how much money can you make in a year?

So this is the flashpoint of the conflict. The people above are still talking about brotherhood, but the young are already talking about money.

Under the night, the people of Miaokou, who had been diverted, were chasing the "murderer."

But just then, several guests who had come from the south of Yizhou seemed to want to offer incense.

Facing the other party's request, Geta could not refuse and had to agree.

However, while offering incense, the few suddenly drew the sharp blades from their waists to attack.

In the bloody battle, Geta's strength was not at all inferior, and the few were knocked down one after another.

Watching this scene, Zhang Cheng, who had walked in, couldn't help but sigh: "Really, five against one and you still get counter-killed. How are you fighting? Do you even know how to fight? Huh? Do you know how to fight!"

Facing Zhang Cheng's mockery, the five people immediately got up in a sorry state, looking very embarrassed.

After all, five against one and they still lost—that was a bit shameful!

"How is it you?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in disbelief, Geta froze on the spot.

Originally, he thought it was Chen Wenqian who sent people to kill him, but he didn't expect it to be Zhang Cheng, the one in Houbicuo who had always kept a low profile!

"If you're old, step aside and go play. Do you know you've caused me a lot of trouble, Brother Geta!"

Sighing, Zhang Cheng stepped forward and slowly drew a dagger from his waist.

Accompanied by the rotation of his fingertips, the dagger was held in a reverse grip.

Looking at Zhang Cheng seriously, Geta immediately scolded, "Did you kill Masa?"

"Sorry, I really didn't do that!"

Looking coldly at Geta, Zhang Cheng stepped forward quickly, the dagger in his hand slashing out.

Dodging by turning his body, a wound immediately appeared on Geta's chest, blood seeping through.

Jumping up and kicking back, Zhang Cheng fiercely kicked him flying.

"Bang!"

His body smashed heavily into the statue, Geta collapsed to the ground, looking very weak.

Walking up, Zhang Cheng looked at him coldly and said, "If you dare to cut off my path to wealth, I will slaughter you!"

Not long after, when Mosquito arrived at Miaokou, he froze on the spot.

Because at this moment, Geta was already lying in a pool of blood, with a dagger plunged into his chest.

Looking at this scene in disbelief, he stepped forward at a loss, not knowing what to do, his whole person panicking.

"Ah, ah."

Under the shrill screams, he finally broke down and hugged Geta, wailing.

In the heavy rain, a black sedan appeared.

Sitting inside, Zhang Cheng lit a cigarette and said, "The matter is handled. The rest is up to you!"

"Rest assured, I will make them pay the price!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Chen Wenqian couldn't help but turn fierce.

However, looking at Chen Wenqian, Zhang Cheng said, "To be honest, Wenqian, your cousin really deserved to die!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in astonishment, Chen Wenqian couldn't help but say, "But he was my cousin!"

"That's why he died!"

Shrugging his shoulders, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but complain.

And after hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Chen Wenqian was also full of silence.

Learning the news of his father's death, Li Zhilong was so scared that he didn't dare to appear at the scene, hiding in a corner and trembling.

Because this "Crown Prince" only now truly understood what the underworld was.

With Geta covering him, he could run rampant in Miaokou, but having lost his father, he finally saw clearly that the real underworld eats people!

Seeing Li Zhilong not daring to appear, Mosquito had no choice but to act as the filial son.

In the black Mercedes, Gray Wolf watched this scene, his face turning black with anger.

Looking at Gray Wolf, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Because his biological father was still alive, yet he went to help his opponent carry the coffin—it was truly interesting.

"Your son is really interesting! Hahaha, haven't you acknowledged him yet?"

Looking at Gray Wolf beside him, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but tease.

Turning his head, Gray Wolf looked at Zhang Cheng and said, "No!"

"Then you'd better hurry. After all, the monk doesn't know he's your son. If he accidentally hurts him, that wouldn't be good!"

Looking at Gray Wolf, Zhang Cheng watched all this with great interest.

What young people's loyalty—that's all a joke.

Three sticks break brotherhood, every confession has your name.

One stick to the mouth to prevent speaking, two sticks to the legs to prevent running, three sticks to the waist for a good sleep.

After the funeral, the anxious Li Zhilong and the others were discussing running away.

But just then, in the tea room, a hot-headed youth appeared with a knife.

Seeing the suddenly appearing White Monkey, everyone present was dumbfounded.

Because this young man was truly fierce; he dared to come for an assassination with a knife in his bosom.

Didn't he know that the worst person present was playing with guns?

"This kid, one look and you know he has no brains!"

Looking at White Monkey, Zhang Cheng revealed a mocking smile, but thinking that he only had one grandfather left, he immediately said, "Lock him up, and let him go after the matter is over!"

Hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Chen Wenqian, who stepped forward, said, "Keep him?"

"The person only has one grandfather left; do you want to make the old man bury the young?"

Speaking to Chen Wenqian, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but explain, "When you're out running, you have to talk about justice, right!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in shock, Chen Wenqian froze on the spot, because the person with the least sense of justice in the whole place was him, right?