"Sir, I didn't expect that Vernon could develop to this level in such a short period of time." Chu Zheng glanced at the security guards patrolling back and forth in front of the hotel. There was no doubt that these people had at least a pistol hidden in them.

Su Mohan lit a cigarette and said: "Xiang Tianqi's methods have been good. Before that, it was only because his sister had not allowed him to be involved in the underworld. Since Xiang Tianlai was jailed, he has let go of his hands and feet. It is not surprising that he has today's status."

Chu Zheng nodded and called some people to come to guard him: "but since today is the funeral of Xiang Tianlai, it is not surprising that he will be heavily guarded."

"This hotel should be a stronghold in the hands of Vernon Xiang. When his sister died, all the people under him would naturally attend." Su Mo cold light mouth, the hands of the smoke in some dark weather especially bright.

After a while, a familiar car stopped in front of the hotel. Su Mohan recognized that it was the driver and car he had prepared for ye Fei.

Sure enough, within a few seconds, ye Fei, dressed in a black windbreaker, hurriedly got out of the car, said something to the driver, and then ran into the hotel under the light rain.

After ye Fei walked into the hotel, the whole person was like a dream.

A large row of chrysanthemum wreaths on both sides of the hotel let her know that this was not a joke. Ye Fei stopped. A white and yellow chrysanthemum crisscrossed the wreath. Two eulogies were pasted on the wreath, and the name of Xiang Tianlai was clearly written in black and white.

Ye Fei looked up and looked around, as if it was still early, and it was not finished here. There were busy men in suits and suits, with white flowers on the chest, which made people feel sad.

Ye Fei walked forward a few steps. The whole lobby on the first floor seemed to be contracted to handle Alai's funeral. A black-and-white photo of Alai was placed on a huge desk in front of her. Many offerings were placed in front of the photo. There were three incense sticks in the incense burner, which did not burn to the end.

Ye Fei walks to Lingtai step by step, but she still can't believe it. Just a few days ago, didn't she meet Alai? How did it become Alai's funeral in these days?

Is Alai shot ahead of time? Who are the people I saw in the last few days?

The woman in the photo smiles and takes off the dark and heavy smoky makeup, just like what ye Fei remembers. She takes out the phone and dials Xiang Tianqi several times, until the third time, the opposite side is finally connected.

"Vernon Xiang, what's going on here? What about Alai Isn't Alai just out of prison? How could she die Ye Fei opens her mouth anxiously.

"Are you at the hotel?" Xiang Tianqi's voice is a little hoarse, with a touch of fatigue.

"Well, I'm here now."

"I'll be right there." Vernon Xiang hung up.

Ye Fei had to wait patiently, until a few minutes later, Xiang Tianqi, dressed in a black suit, came over. The beard on his face was like that when ye Fei first saw him, but it was a bit more vicissitudes than at that time.

Ye Fei looked at his red eyes, and her hands began to tremble, because after seeing Xiang Tianqi, she knew that something must have happened to Alai.

"Vernon Xiang, where is Alai? How could Alai die... "

Xiang Tianqi looked at the excited Ye Fei and said in a low voice: "the person you saw a few days ago is not Alai at all."