Chapter 610: Six Small Groups

「Caiwei……」

Lin Feng discovered that he had stayed in Han Guo for a long time, and he also liked to draw out his words.

「Senior Brother, what's wrong? 」

Yang Caiwei widened her eyes and looked at Lin Feng.

「Um, you're great! 」

Lin Feng felt that Yang Caiwei, learning martial arts from Zheng Enhui, had still grasped the essence.

When training, the force from the coordination of waist and legs was just right.

But it lacked the invincible, overbearing aura that Zheng Enhui had.

Her graceful martial posture was pleasing to behold.

Compared to Zheng Enhui, she had more spiritual aura and was less bluntly vulgar.

Actually Lin Feng realized that the vulgar one was himself, because he had compared the master and disciple together.

In the hearts of a thousand people, there are a thousand different life truths.

After half an hour, having finished Leg Skill training, Yang Caiwei began to practice the Core Method again.

Soon Lin Feng discovered that Yang Caiwei had actually learned a few moves from Liu Cangyun as well.

The way of breathing and exhaling was extremely similar to Liu Cangyun's technique.

Lin Feng could sense the changes in her internal breath, alternating between tension and relaxation.

Of course, she wasn't as formidable as Liu Cangyun.

「Caiwei, I think you're amazing! Actually, training doesn't require mastering every discipline; absorb the strengths of many schools, learn them first, then slowly refine them later……」

Lin Feng did not stint on praise.

Yang Caiwei said: 「Of course I know! Moreover, I also learned a few moves from Sister Zhu Li! 」

Saying that, she was about to give a demonstration.

Lin Feng stopped her, saying: 「All right, next time! Don't deviate your breath. 」

「It won't happen! 」

Yang Caiwei knew what Lin Feng wanted to say.

「Huu~」

She exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, slowly withdrew from her recent practice, and then turned her body.

April 4th, 7:00 a. m.

「I'll finish burning the paper over there, then go see your father. 」

After Yang Caiwei tidied up Lin Feng's clothes, Lin Feng said lightly.

Yang Caiwei nodded and said: 「My father likes the Western way; I invited a priest to recite scriptures for him. 」

「Um, no burning paper? 」

Lin Feng asked.

Yang Caiwei said: 「It's fine, as long as Father likes it. 」

Lin Feng suddenly felt that Lao Liu wouldn't screw him over.

Because Potato Brother is dead, yet still being screwed by Lao Liu!

Our land isn't under the jurisdiction of Western gods; if there truly is an underworld…… Lin Feng thinks it's quite possible it exists.

Then Potato Brother would probably, after being fried crisp down below, end up squatting on the street setting up broken bowls,

encountering the Ghost Festival and scrambling for stuff with a bunch of little ghosts.

It's too miserable, really too miserable!

「Caiwei, we can't do that; since this is our land, we should follow our customs. 」

Lin Feng couldn't bear to see Potato Brother suffering down there, and advised.

「Got it! 」

Yang Caiwei nodded.

Having helped Lin Feng tidy his attire, she embraced him and murmured: 「Senior Brother, you're really kind! 」

Lin Feng stroked her hair and said: 「My kindness to you is not even one ten-thousandth of your kindness to me. 」

「Senior Brother……」

Yang Caiwei was moved to tears.

She didn't want Senior Brother to again, as last night, blow into her eyes for her.

This is also why she was moved.

She could feel, when they were alone together, Senior Brother's affection for her.

「All right, it's getting late, let's set off! 」

Lin Feng said with a smile.

After leaving the door, arriving at the underground parking lot, Lin Feng drove the Knight Fifteenth, which he hadn't driven in a long time, out of the underground garage.

Because of Yang Caiwei's arrangements, Lin Feng did not return to the Sihe Courtyard.

Yesterday there were many people in the Sihe Courtyard.

So he brought Yang Caiwei to Heaven's Abode Auspicious Scenery Community.

Despite not sleeping all night, Lin Feng remained just as energetic.

Yang Caiwei, in the car, kept looking at herself in a small mirror.

And she had no dark circles.

Of course, it's because the face mask had a bit of color added to enhance whitening.

Today is an important day.

Yang Caiwei is still seeing this many sisters for the first time.

At eight o'clock, Lin Feng's car appeared in the open space outside the cemetery gate.

"Boss good!"

A group of men in black suits bowed and saluted.

Lin Feng raised his hand.

For such a scene, Lin Feng felt no discomfort at all.

Because that's how it is in Han Guo.

As a financial tycoon, wherever he goes, there's a large entourage of bodyguards.

If he entered the company, the several hundred staff could line up from the gate to the president's office.

The spectacle was so grand it made one feel like the ruler of Earth.

At the gate, everyone who should have come had already arrived.

Some had stayed in the Sihe Courtyard yesterday.

Some were staying in a hotel.

Yet, without prior agreement, they all arrived before eight.

No one brought children, because the children were still young.

Each person wore either black or white trench coats.

Black and white are the colors of death, and also a sign of respect for the departed.

Lin Feng expressionlessly glanced over.

Today, Lin Feng felt he couldn't show any lively expression in this scene.

Looking at this crowd, no matter who he looked at, he must not reveal any strange look.

Otherwise, they would misinterpret it.

For example, if he looked at someone in that way, it would seem biased—originally, in his heart, he wasn't as fond of that person...

Qi Yao wore a white trench coat, her hands habitually in her pockets.

No need to guess; she definitely had a scalpel in her pocket.

She wore no makeup, no jewelry (none of the attendees did), but her aura made her senior status look unshakable.

Old Two is Han Xiang, and she and Song Jiaren, one older one younger, both wore black trench coats, with a black felt hat on their heads.

Old Three is Yun Luan, appearing warm and respectful, but upon closer look, beneath the surface gentleness lay an aura that kept people at a distance.

These three each have their own circles.

Compared to Tang Mi and Ouyang Moli, they stood beside Qi Yao.

By Han Xiang's side were An Qi, Zuo Wei, Zhao Yuwan, and the three Bei sisters: Bei HuaRong, Bei LuHua, and Bei YuYao.

On Yun Luan's side were Liu Cangyun and Jiang Xiaofei, and also Yang Caiwei.

The rest were all domineering CEOs, each with their own small circle.

For example, Liang Shishi and Mu Nian were clearly a group, because Mu Nian was cultivated by Liang Shishi, making it a master-disciple relationship.

Guo Yanru and Guo Yanqiu were sisters, naturally also a group.

Bei Yiren, Zhu Li, and Wen Keke now belong to the Xiangjiang faction, naturally also a group.

There were six small groups in total.

Overall, however, Qi Yao still had the edge.

Because beside her were Tang Mi and Ouyang Moli, two domineering CEOs.

Originally, Tang Mi and Ouyang Moli could have formed their own faction.

"Brother, you're here!"

Zhao Xiaoyang walked over, smiling, and said.

Lin Feng nodded.

Zhao Xiaoyang took the chance to offer Lin Feng a cigarette and whispered, "Brother, everyone's gathered together—can we handle it? I feel a killing intent."

Lin Feng whispered back, "Of course no problem! Having killing intent is right! If everyone were all harmonious, that would be strange!"

He thought he hadn't yet summoned the "Han Liu Pai" back; otherwise, it would be even livelier.

Although there were many people, everyone remained silent.

Naturally, it was only after Lin Feng arrived that it became so quiet.

Before coming, the small groups were chatting.

Lin Feng smoked a cigarette, raised his wrist to check the time, and said lightly, "Time's about up, let's go!"

After saying that, he walked forward with a stern face, didn't greet them, and leapt over the cemetery gate.