Chapter 1357 Send It to Brother Tieshou!

The hearse was slowly moving on the viaduct. On the helicopter flying in the sky, a camera was filming the hundreds of meters long convoy. On the TVs of ordinary fj people's homes, the programs broadcast at this time every day were postponed. The video on the TV was the funeral of Tie Shou and his wife.

At the junction of fj and zj, there was also a convoy moving, but there were not many cars in this convoy, only three, but the cars were good, all Mercedes-Benz.

"Even pregnant women are not spared, isn't it too much?" Langxie frowned and looked at Wang Junxi and said.

"Haha, will his son come to seek revenge on us in the future? You should understand the phrase of cutting the grass and eradicating the roots better than me." Wang Junxi said comfortably while lying on the sofa.

"But, after all, it was a pregnant woman." Langxie sighed. Although he helped Wang Baiwan, it was because of the order of his superiors. Otherwise, Langxie would have had a good impression of Zhao Tiezhu when he first met him. Wang Junxi was so cruel last night that he even killed a pregnant woman, which made Langxie feel uncomfortable.

"Pregnant women will have children in the future. After having children, they will grow up and have children again. If a pervert appears one year, it will be our invisible hidden danger. As the saying goes, if you don't cut the grass at the root, it will grow again in the spring breeze. I let the three of them go to see the King of Hell directly, which is also a good deed. Otherwise, they will have to be separated for many years before they can meet again, don't you think?" Wang Junxi said.

Langxie didn't say anything, but turned on the TV in the car. He wanted to see if there was any report on what happened last night in FJ.

After finding FJ TV station, Langxie's brows frowned all of a sudden.

The picture on TV was the scene of Tieshou's funeral. The long dragon-like motorcade would make anyone feel goosebumps.

"Oh, Zhao Tiezhu is really proud, martial law!" Wang Junxi looked at the TV and said, "But this Zhao Tiezhu is only a little bit awesome in fj. If it were us wz, let alone martial law on a road, my dad would even martial law on the whole city, that would not be a problem."

"Hehe." Langxie smiled and said nothing, but he was extremely contemptuous of this arrogant rich second generation in his heart. Martial law in the whole city? Do you really think your father is a member of the Standing Committee of the Central Committee?

"This time, I gave Zhao Tiezhu a hard slap in the face, which is considered to be a face for our Wenshang Association. Let's see if Zhao Tiezhu dares to continue to be arrogant next time, hum." Wang Junxi snorted and said.

Langxie was just watching TV quietly. Suddenly, the TV showed a close-up of the Bentley car following the hearse. Through the car window, Langxie could vaguely see a pair of cold eyes.

Langxie frowned, but saw that pair of eyes looked at the camera fiercely, and then turned away.

Although it was just a simple glance, Langxie felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, from head to forehead, cold sweat broke out all of a sudden.

Snap.

Langxie turned off the TV, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm the same emotion in his heart, but the pair of eyes kept appearing in his mind, which were a pair of eyes that were so cold that they did not have any human emotions. Langxie had a premonition that he would meet the owner of those eyes in the near future!

Zhao Tiezhu's long motorcade, coupled with martial law and some rumors in society, soon people knew that a gangster boss had died. Slowly, some moralists, or people controlled by some snobbish people who were hostile to the Blood Soul Hall, came out and attacked Zhao Tiezhu's behavior, saying that this was a gangster's blatant contempt for the country's laws. Two living people died like this, and the police did not take any action. This was the most powerful evidence of collusion between officials and bandits. Then slowly, more and more people knew about this matter, and many voices began to appear on the Internet. It was nothing more than that the boss of the Blood Soul Hall was arrogant. The death of his subordinates could even cause the entire road to be under martial law, and the death of a gang member could actually make the relevant government departments cooperate. This was simply lawless.

After some people with ulterior motives fanned the flames, the Blood Soul Hall was soon pushed to the forefront of the entire public opinion.

However, when this wave reached its peak, it disappeared completely in an instant!

Yes! Completely disappeared!

On the Internet, any news about this incident was blocked, and those who secretly fueled the flames were either blocked from the Internet or taken away by the Internet monitoring department. For a moment, an event that was originally a hot topic disappeared completely on the Internet as if it had never happened.

"Hmph, let's see who dares to make a fuss." Old General Zhao hung up the phone in his hand and said viciously.

Zhao Tiezhu knew these things when he was in the car, but he didn't care at all. What's wrong with being arrogant? What's wrong with abusing power? What's wrong with using power to suppress others? I have power over the entire fj. If I can't even express my gratitude when my brother leaves, then what kind of gangster am I? What kind of world am I fighting for?

Zhao Tiezhu has been arrogant for more than 20 years in his life, but he has always been arrogant only to those who are more arrogant than him. Today, for Tieshou, Zhao Tiezhu is willing to bear the infamy of being criticized by thousands of people, just to let Tieshou leave with a little glory.

Who is he arrogant for?

The dragon roars in the sky only because of his brother.

Blood debts must be paid with blood,

The bloody storm will send you off!

After about half an hour of travel, the motorcade arrived at the crematorium at the other end of the city. The staff of the crematorium had already been waiting outside. After the hearse arrived, after asking for Zhao Tiezhu's consent, the staff of the crematorium took away the coffins of Tie Shou and his wife.

In the hall of the crematorium, Zhao Tiezhu stood solemnly. Dugu Huangtian and others stood side by side behind Zhao Tiezhu, and behind Dugu Huangtian and others stood a group of elites of the Blood Soul Hall.

In front of Zhao Tiezhu, there was a piece of glass. The glass was transparent and you could see the crematorium inside.

The coffins of Tie Shou and his wife were placed on the conveyor belt. After the staff inside had done all the preparations, they looked outside. Zhao Tiezhu nodded slightly, and one of the staff pressed the button of the conveyor belt.

The conveyor belt slowly carried the coffins of the two people forward. In just a few seconds, the coffins of the two people were sent to the crematorium.

Zhao Tiezhu bent down 90 degrees and shouted, "Send him, Brother Tieshou."

Everyone standing behind Zhao Tiezhu bent down 90 degrees and shouted, "Send him, Brother Tieshou!"

A thunderbolt split the sky, and heavy rain poured down.

(Be patient, those who deserve to die must die. No one can survive. But Wang Baiwan is not a nobody, and you can't just kill him. Everyone wait, Zhao Tiezhu will also show his bloody fangs.)