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Hong Weilong looked at Guo Xie with squinted eyes, he did not care about his nephew who was yelling at him. Fan Hongjian clenched his fists tightly, ready to attack Guo Xie at any time. For a moment, the atmosphere in the whole discussion hall became tense. biqua

"I'm not a member of the Hong clan, I'm not going to care about the Hong clan's matters. Fourth Uncle, go and apologize. The old man is the head of the Hong clan, how could there be any matters between father and son that cannot be revealed?" Guo Qiang smiled and said, "Uncle Dao, you've followed the old man for so many years, you should know his temper."

"A'Tai, inform the eight inner and outer hall hall hall masters that we will open the Fragrant Storey this afternoon and execute the sect rules. Fan Hongjian and I are guilty." After almost three minutes of stalemate, Hong Weilong's aura suddenly dropped as he said to Hong Tai in a soft voice. Hong Tai stared with wide eyes. Fan Hongjian also stared with wide eyes.

"Daniel is not weak and has been crippled by you. I know about this. I don't know how strong you are, but I can feel that if I attack you, I'll definitely die." Hong Ye said softly.

"Actually, from the moment I poisoned Abba, I knew that my life was over, but I wasn't convinced. Why can't Hong Tai be the hall master, and why am I still just a deacon of the Discipline Hall after I've done so much for him? Scoundrel, I'm not afraid of you making fun of me now, I'm not convinced, really not convinced."

"Unconvinced? Fourth uncle, it seems like you haven't understood one thing. Sect Head Hong isn't just a Sect Leader to you, he is also your father. Guo Tai said softly, "The Fragrant Storey is open in the afternoon, so the old man won't say anything. You should know what to do. As long as you do a good job, the young master won't let you suffer any losses."

As they spoke, the two of them walked into Hong Wantong's living room. Guo Bao was drinking tea in the living room, and Hong Weilong had followed Hong Wantong into the study.

Brother Pang, you must have heard that this old man is going to open the Fragrant Pavilion in the afternoon, whether or not he knows about you harming him last time is already known by him. If that's true, then you should run away as soon as possible. A refined looking man said into the phone.

Brother Hong Fa, the matter of you finding someone to deal with the old man hasn't been discovered, so what can I do? If you were the one running away first, then don't worry about anything else. I'm at Long Sheng Tea House right now. Sitting in the hall, Zhuan Biao said with a relaxed expression.

"Hong Si, tell our brothers to let go of all the work they have on hand and prepare the rest. We'll open the Fragrant Pavilion this afternoon and let them all go with us. Whether we eat meat or sh * t in the future will all depend on this afternoon." Zhang Xianbiao shouted to a young man beside him. The young man ran out excitedly.

"Doyen, this is all because of you, you want to bleach yourselves, that's your own business, I've already ordered 1.8 billion dollars of powder from General Songcha, if you say you don't sell powder then you don't sell powder, what about my money?" Zhang Kuangbiao said ruthlessly.

"Have our brothers prepare themselves and follow me to the old man's place in the afternoon." Chen Hongfeng didn't say anything more. The eight big guys behind him all nodded.

Besides these, the smuggling of firearms from all over South Asia in the recent few years was no secret. If he could topple Hong Wantong, no matter who was the head of the family, no one would dare to say anything to him.

"Wan Tong's afternoon troubles are not small. After so many years, I think we should manage the affairs of the afternoon." Two old men were sitting facing each other in an unremarkable tea house in Chinatown. The aroma of the tea filled the air, and the owner of the tea house would occasionally come over to refill their cups, because he knew that if he offended the two elders, the Hong Gate Seal Protector and the Sword Protector, he wouldn't have to open this small tea house.

"Old Shen, we can't do anything about the afternoon. If you want to, I can't accompany you this time." With that, Master Seal Protector Liao Yuan left after saying that sentence. Shen Feng was stunned for a moment, as if he knew something had happened. He then shook his head helplessly.

Ten minutes ago, on his way to the teahouse, Liao Yuan had received a video of his grandson and girlfriend, who were studying in France, having fun in Paris. The two of them were laughing happily, but for Liao Yuan, he could not be happy with the video being sent to him at this time.

He knew that if he interfered, he would no longer see this video. In the past, he had been able to sit in the position of this great master of the Incense Temple for so many years, and now, there were more people than him in the younger generation.

"Auntie, Master Tang just called. The Fragrant Pavilion is open this afternoon, why do I feel like something's wrong?" The inner eight halls were in a complete mess, while the outer eight gates were not much better off. It was as if many people were waiting for the opening of the Fragrant Storey this time, and the atmosphere in San Francisco was not normal.

"Chief, what are those Chinese people trying to do? There have been seven or eight gunfight this morning, aren't they very united?" "Why is it that they're also starting to fight with their own people?" A young man in a police uniform said to a middle-aged policeman.

"Don't worry about the Chinese people, something big is going to happen in Chinatown today. Little Peter, listen up. No matter what you see or hear today, just stay in the police car. Otherwise, I won't be able to explain anything to your parents." The old police car spoke softly.

On the way to Chinatown, he had received a call from one of his informants. Today, the head of the Hong Gate was having a meeting, and it was expected that there would be some trouble. As an old policeman who had stayed in Chinatown for more than ten years, he naturally knew what the head of the Hong Gate was up to.

"Uncle Charles, do we not care if they shoot and kill? "That was not how you taught me back then." asked Peter Jr. in confusion.

"Peter Jr., remember, you are not Superman. We can't interfere with the Chinese affairs. If we really have to, we can let Superman handle it. We just need to keep an eye on the scene and not let the Italians and Japanese get involved. If the three families were to fight, it would be even more troublesome. " Charles saw a few familiar cars and said with a sigh.

The Chinese people alone were already in chaos. Why would the Japanese and Italians come?