Whoosh...
The crowd was talking much louder than before. This time, the convoy was much larger, with at least ten vehicles, and there were so many that it was impossible to tell exactly how many convoys there were at a glance. The vehicles were also a mess.
even:
The fleet included ultra-luxury cars such as Bentley L and Rolls-Royce, with license plates featuring consecutive numbers: 6666, 7777, and 2222!
Although it's not a Beijing A license plate, it's still incredibly impressive. Having such a license plate number proves that the driver must be very capable in the local area.
Someone exclaimed, "7777! Isn't that a car from Qilin Company? Is Brother Qi here too...?"
"Four sixes! Is this Brother Dao's car? You don't even know Brother Dao? He's the most powerful boss in the city, a loan shark. Anyone who doesn't pay him back will be in deep trouble... they'll have to sell their blood..."
"And that one... he works in construction..."
"....
Immediately, someone recognized the convoy members; each one was a prominent and influential figure in the city.
Even in the city, it would be extremely difficult to see these people, yet they gathered in the remote Longtougou Town and appeared before Old Master He's funeral.
What are you here for?
it goes without saying!
They must have come to attend Old Master He's funeral, and they must have come out of respect for the men in black behind the He family.
Some people wondered: "Just how powerful are these men in black? Where did they come from? They must be so powerful that they can get so many big shots in the city to come to an old man's funeral."
"Our town has really gotten better; so many big shots have come here, many of whom I've only ever heard of from legends..."
"Tsk tsk... I've heard that the big power in the provincial capital is top-tier, even in the northern province."
They were once again shocked by the power of the Black Dragon Group. Although the Black Dragon Group was very famous, it could not reach the towns and villages. The villagers in these towns and villages could only see the surrounding area and knew very little about what was happening in the county. They worked every day, farming and selling grain. The only way they got information was by watching TV.
Black Dragon!
They had never even heard of it.
Even now, many people are still unaware that the He family is backed by a force called Black Dragon, only referring to them as the men in black.
...
The onlookers were shocked!
Wu Laoliu was shocked!
As he watched the top figures emerge from the convoy, those who were once figures he looked up to all appeared before him.
Was he stunned?
no...
Why are all these big shots here?
Why did you come at the old man's funeral?
this...
Isn't that a bit too outrageous!
At this moment, Wu Laoliu felt that he had overestimated but still underestimated the power of the Black Dragon Group. He could understand why Chen Gun and others came, but he could not understand why the big shots in the city rushed over overnight.
Kirin Company!
Brother Dao!
...
Which of them wasn't a powerful figure in the city with numerous businesses and a market value in the hundreds of millions? Yet they all rushed to the township overnight to attend Old Master He's funeral.
How could he possibly accept that?
and...
What does this mean...?
His body felt a little weak...
He only had a sliver of willpower left to keep him from collapsing.
...
now.
Under countless gazes.
The head of Qilin Company, Brother Dao and other bigwigs in the city's underworld, and some who weren't heads of underworld groups (those not heads of underworld groups were planning to curry favor with Qin Jiang, thinking it would make it easier to expand into the provincial capital later, at least without being hindered by the Black Dragon Group...)
Whoosh...
The crowd parted to make way for a wider path!
"Oh my god... stop pushing... I'm going to fall into the ditch..."
"We have to push...we have to give way to others. If you think it's too crowded, you can move to the front..."
"I'm going crazy, I'm pushing my way forward..."
...
Dao Ge and the others strode over to the front of He Yuan.
Chen Gun, Sister Hong, and others hurriedly stepped forward to greet them. Having connections in the county town, they naturally had influence, and some of these people were their backers, or rather, those supporting them behind the scenes.
"Brother Dao!"
"Brother Qilin!"
"....."
As if seizing an opportunity, Wu Laoliu hurriedly said to the person in charge of Qilin Company, "Brother Qilin! It's me! Xiao Liu! Wu Laoliu! I sell my grain to Fifth Brother every year... We're from the same lineage..."
Snap!
Brother Qilin swung his hand and slapped Wu Laoliu, knocking him to the ground: "What kind of Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to try and curry favor with me? You think you're on my side? You're not worthy!" He had absolutely no recollection of Wu Laoliu; he was just a nobody who cooperated with his group. Perhaps Wu Laoliu had some connections with his subordinates, but they were nowhere near being on his side. Besides, even if they were, he wouldn't admit it now. The Wu family, having offended the Black Dragon Group, was a hot potato; who would dare get involved...?
Aren't you afraid of dying?
While Qilin Company may seem to wield considerable influence in the city, it's incomparable to the Black Dragon Group, not even considering its scale of operations! The quality of its subordinates and its social network are far inferior. Offending the Black Dragon Group would severely damage Qilin Company, even if it didn't completely destroy it. Furthermore, Qilin Company isn't the sole power in the region; if anyone were to seize the opportunity to defect to the Black Dragon Group, they'd be finished...
"Oh..." Brother Dao looked at Qilin and said sarcastically, "You don't even recognize your own underlings anymore, tsk tsk... This isn't like you... Aren't you usually pretty arrogant?"
Qilin: "Hmph! Don't try to sow discord here. Don't you know whether or not I can get involved with the Wu family?"
Brother Dao: "Who knows... even the emperor had three poor relatives..."
Qilin:...
But the two didn't exchange more than a few words.
The group then greeted Lu Nan and said:
"Hello, Secretary Lu!"
"Hello, Secretary Lu!"
...
After all, they were well-known big shots, far superior to Chen Gun, Sister Hong, and others. In addition, Lu Nan was only a mid-to-high-level executive in the Black Dragon Group, so naturally they wouldn't call him "Master Nan."
Call him Lu Mi! It's just the right amount of respect! It doesn't make you look bad, and it also expresses your respect for the Heilong Group.
But it still surprised everyone.
These bigwigs from the city showed such respect to Lu Nan, especially Wu Laoliu, who was sitting on the ground unable to stand up, completely forgetting the pain from the beating on his face.
My mind is filled with thoughts of:
That's it!
It's completely over!
This black dragon was even more powerful than he had imagined, and most importantly, it didn't give him any chance to beg for mercy.
what to do?
What should we do?
...
now.
Lu Nan simply nodded calmly.
But they still weren't allowed to step into He's courtyard. Brother Jiang didn't come! Brother Jiang didn't go in! Who was qualified to go in first?
In response to this.
Although Brother Dao and Brother Qilin were a little uncomfortable, they didn't show it and just waited there with smiles.
They naturally knew who they were waiting for.
Isn't that what they came here for today?
In a short time.
The gathering of these bigwigs in front of He Yuanyuan was incredibly eerie, making the atmosphere extremely tense.
Until a few minutes later.
Someone exclaimed, "Look... a convoy..."
Some people were speechless: "What's so surprising? So many convoys have come this time, what's the big deal if another one comes?"
"No? Look...it's the one from yesterday..."
What?
Everyone looked over.
A convoy of over a hundred identical all-black Mercedes-Benz S-Class cars drove towards this location...