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The roar of the hajah startled the leader, who was sleeping lightly on the bed. He opened his eyes abruptly and sat on the bed, looking towards the source of the sound. Noticing that no one was around, a commotion sounded out from outside the door, instantly calming his vigilant train of thought. He closed his eyes again and continued to rest.

From behind the beaded curtain, Jhakar breathed a sigh of relief. He took out a drug that could stun people and blew on it. Until he heard the leader's even breathing, he knew that the other party had fallen asleep once again. In order to avoid any more trouble, he quickly moved to the place where there was a cup. He took out a packet of medicine from his pocket, ground the rim of his cup and quietly left the place.

"Big Brother, the auspicious hour is at noon, and it's already late in the morning. Why don't you get up and wash up?" As the leader's personal lackey, he knocked on the leader's door, but he didn't hear anything from inside. He was already extremely anxious. He paced back and forth outside the door, waiting for the leader to speak.

"Got it!" The leader who was woken up frowned in displeasure. He was slightly puzzled and used the sleepless night to explain the situation. He called out to the others and held on to the edge of the bed, using his strength to force himself to sit up.

He lifted off his quilt and got off the bed. The parched feeling in his mouth made him feel very uncomfortable. He picked up a cup and went over to the water dispenser to pour a glass of water. He raised his head and gulped it down. Suddenly, he felt weak all over. Sitting on a chair at the side, he closed his eyes again in a daze. His entire body collapsed onto the chair as if he had no aura.

The subordinate outside the door realized that the leader had woken up, so he wasn't too anxious. He was called out to busy with other things, so he didn't pay attention to the situation and asked the other subordinate to wait on him carefully.

At the same time, a man brought a few people into the dark room and gave a look to the people behind him. The few of them immediately placed the wedding dress they were holding in front of Du Liqing and placed a screen next to her to block everyone's line of sight. The man glanced inside and ordered: "Quickly put on this set of clothes. If you don't want to come here yourself, we'll help you change it!"

The man's tone was very firm and serious, causing Du Yun's body to involuntarily tremble. Looking at the gorgeous wedding dress, she pursed her lips, feeling quite dissatisfied. He opened the screen to take a look outside, then silently took a few steps back as he looked at those fiendish men.

She had no choice but to put on the red wedding dress. It unexpectedly fit Du Ruqing, causing her to be surprised for a moment. Lowering his head to take a look, the man standing outside the screen impatiently asked, "Is it ready?"

The man inexplicably wanted to throw a tantrum, so he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Just as he pulled out a cigarette, he realized that it wasn't suitable for smoking on a festive day. He threw the cigarette in his hand onto the ground and stepped on it, furiously trampling on the cigarette.

This sudden noise made Du Ruqing panic, and she secretly sighed in her heart. Gritting his teeth, he walked out from the screen.

"Someone, put on makeup for her!" When the frustrated man saw the way Du Liqing was dressed, he was shocked speechless. The others also shifted their gazes to her. It was only a few seconds later that they regained their senses. The man in the lead pointed at a woman with makeup on, asking her to prepare makeup for him.

Very reluctant, Du Lianqing was forced into a chair. The child squatting in the corner looked at the forced Du Lianqing. Gritting her teeth, she rushed up and pushed at the woman with the eyebrow pencil.

Before the child could say anything, the irritable male host pushed him away and warned coldly, "Stinky brat, you better not meddle in other people's business. Otherwise, the one who will suffer will still be you!"

Seeing this scene, Du Liqing discontentedly stood up. He frowned and wanted to stop the man's actions, but he was forcibly pressed down by the other men on the chair.

The man in the lead looked at Du Liqing and a sinister smile appeared on his lips. He coldly looked at the child he pulled apart and curled up in the corner, feigning indifference as he spoke: "Woman, if you behave obediently and don't understand, perhaps this child can experience less suffering."

He took out the whip at his waist, and looked like he was about to put it on a child's body. There was a warning expression on his face. He purposely stepped on the corner of the child's clothes to prevent him from moving around too much.

"Alright!" That made Du Ruqing very displeased. She hiddenly clenched her teeth and turned around. She didn't want to look at that scene and gave up struggling. She obediently sat down and let the makeup artist dress her up.

The child's eyes were slightly red, and tears had already begun to well up in them. He wanted to rush up to help, but seeing the whip in the man's hand, the wounds on his body seemed to start twitching again, warning him of the consequences. The fear in his heart made him give up trying to help. He curled up his body and held his head in his knees, not looking at the scene in front of him.

When Du's green makeup was done, the makeup woman personally covered her head with a red veil. He helped her to walk forward and prepared to take her to a clean house to wait for the leader's welcome.

The others also left the room, one after the other, to help out in the main courtyard. Du Liqing was handed over to the makeup artist and a man to watch over.

In the main courtyard, Lu Juyan and Jie walked in at a leisurely pace. They seemed to be in high spirits, and their leaders invited him to sit in a chair and exchange a few pleasantries.

As the auspicious hour approached, the leader had yet to emerge from the room. Many people felt anxious. A man in the lead whispered to a subordinate beside him, "Call the Great Master out!"

He frowned slightly as he looked at his subordinates guarding outside the door. They knew from their mouths that they had already been called out to do the layout work, so no one noticed that the leader's door was still locked.

The subordinate walked to the door of the leader's room and knocked on it heavily a few times. However, he did not receive any response. He began to kick at the door until it opened. He looked at the leader sitting on the chair and shook his body. Yet, he did not receive any response. Ye Zichen frowned, then reached out a finger to touch the tip of his nose. When he found out that Ye Zichen was no longer breathing, he started to panic, causing him to stumble back a few steps and run out.

"Bad news, bad news, the Great Master is dead." His men quickly ran to the main courtyard's hall, their expressions panicked. He ran to the man who had just appointed him, swallowed his saliva, and said.