The dozen or so big bosses in the mourning hall had not yet recovered from the successive shocks, especially after the dozens of black-clad thugs fell to the ground, this shock had successfully escalated into fright.

Because none of them saw clearly how the thin man did it, how could he appear ten meters away like a ghost in an instant, and how strangely he used to knock down thirty-two people between the thunder?

However, what scared them the most was the next scene. The man held a pistol and pulled the trigger mercilessly at the enemy who had lost his combat power. This is truly treating human life as a mustard of grass!

Which of these big guys in the field has few lives? But they have to kill dozens of people at the same time without changing their faces, and there are dozens of people who have no deep hatred or power to resist. They all asked themselves that no one could do it.

This is no longer cold-blooded, but indifference, indifference to life!

Continuous shock and fear hit the hearts of these big men in an instant. They hadn't felt this way for a long time. Think about it when the last time this happened? It was probably when the man named Lin Xiaoshan first stepped into City Z. It's been more than 20 years since Lin Xiaoshan is dead. However, in his mourning hall, these big men have relived the same fear again.

At this moment, they saw the young man raising his head and smiling as he looked at them. This group of big men who had seen countless big scenes felt their scalp numb.

"What does he want to do? Could it be that he wants to kill us too?"

Fortunately, such worries did not become a reality. Chen Dong just smiled at them, then stepped over the thirty-two corpses on the ground and came to the front of Uncle Lin's body.

At this moment, the long-suppressed grief surged into Chen Dong's brain again. He took a deep breath, passed by the desk and lit the fragrance. Then, looking at the familiar smile in the photo ahead, his knees sank and he knelt on the ground.

"Boss, I'm here..."

Chen Dongfeng came over and there was no time to wear mourning clothes. He even killed dozens of people under Uncle Lin's smiling attention a few minutes ago. The remaining bloody smell on his body had not yet dissipated, and the corpses on the ground had not had time to carry them away. No matter how you look at it, the atmosphere in the venue was not solemn at this moment.

But Chen Dong didn't care about this. He restrained himself from thinking about the past. He bowed his head and kowtowed three times. When he got up again, his eyes were red, but he did not shed tears, because he knew that this was not the time to be sad.

In ancient times, after the emperor and general died, they would choose to be buried with them. Today, Chen Dong killed dozens of people on the spot, using their blood as a sacrifice to comfort Uncle Lin’s spirit in heaven. However, even so, it was not enough!

Chen Dong gritted his teeth and suppressed the pain in his heart again. Then he turned around and looked at the big guys around him, saying without any refusal: "I think we need to talk."

Hearing Chen Dong's words, the big guys couldn't help but pound in their hearts. After pushing each other for a long time, an old man with gray hair walked out carefully and asked Chen Dong: "Young man, who are you?"

Chen Dong did not answer the other party's question as soon as possible, but turned his head to look at the wolf sitting on the ground.

Although Lang Zhentian still looked very miserable at this time, he did not fall into a coma. He narrowed his swollen eyes and nodded slightly to Chen Dong.

Seeing this, Chen Dong turned around and looked at the old man, and then said, "My name is Chen Dong, I used to be under Uncle Lin's hands to fist."

Chen Dongyan finished this, and I won’t say more. As for how these big guys would guess it was their business, he simply told everyone that I am Uncle Lin’s person, which is enough.

The old man coughed lightly when he heard this, and then asked, "So, I don't know what Brother Chen wants to talk to us?"

Chen Dong glanced at the audience and said, "This is really not a place to talk. I would like to ask everyone to talk to you in the back."

As he said that, Chen Dong raised his hand slightly. Although he was quite polite in his words, he actually did not give these people any choice.

Everyone looked at Chen Dong with a serious face. A big man with a fat face suppressed his fear of Chen Dong and snorted coldly: "If you want to say anything, just say it here. What's shameful?"

Chen Dong's expression did not change at all when he heard this, but looked at the big man and asked: "May I ask you are..."

The muscles on the man's face shook slightly, and then he said in a deep voice: "I am the triumphant Yu Chengbiao, and the brothers on the road call me Brother Biao!"

Perhaps Yu Chengbiao deliberately amplified the sound in order to hide his fear of this young man just now, which made the whole mourning hall buzz.

Chen Dong nodded, not angry, but responded calmly: "Okay, Brother Biao, I want to say that the dead are the most important, and Uncle Lin is still lying here. I don't want my next words to disturb his old man's spirit in heaven."

Everyone couldn't help but tremble when they heard this. You killed dozens of people in front of Uncle Lin's body, and still called the spirit of heaven who would not disturb Uncle Lin?

Before the big guys could speak, Chen Dong raised the gun in his hand intentionally or unintentionally, and then raised his hand again: "Please!"

This time Chen Dong's meaning became clearer. Everyone present, except Yu Chengbiao, came out to smooth things over, and then dragged slowly towards the back hall.

Behind the mourning hall, there is a relatively spacious room, which is the "back hall" mentioned by Chen Dong. This back hall is decorated with an antique chair and a large round table, perhaps to provide a place for the relatives of the deceased to discuss funeral arrangements.

After more than a dozen big men walked into the back hall, they all sat down. Although Yu Chengbiao looked normal, he chose the closest position to the gate. I think he was quite afraid of Chen Dong’s previous actions.

Chen Dong saw it, but he didn't say it out loud. He walked slowly to the main position and sat down, not facing the tension of a group of big brothers, nor did he realize as a small person.

"Bang!"

With a light sound, a cluster of flames swayed in the wind. Yu Chengbiao lit a cigarette, as if to suppress the fear in his heart and to disperse some bloody smell in the air.

Chen Dong looked at Yu Chengbiao spitting out a straight blue smoke from his mouth, smiled slightly, and then said: "Brother Biao, when I was talking about things, I don't want anyone to smoke. Look, can I extinguish the cigarette?"

There are very few big guys who are hiding on the road who don’t smoke. After hearing Chen Dong’s words, several big guys who are taking out cigarette boxes stopped at the same time and turned their eyes to Yu Chengbiao.

The muscles on Yu Chengbiao's face trembled unnaturally twice, then he made a fuss in his heart, took another breath of cigarettes, and spit out a cigarette ring.

Seeing that Yu Chengbiao seemed to be intentionally against him, Chen Dong stopped talking, but picked up the black pistol in his hand and slapped it on the table.

"Bang!"

The loud noise immediately made the atmosphere in the field condense. These big guys had just seen Chen Dong's bloody methods. Who dared to move at this time?

A trace of anger flashed in Yu Chengbiao's eyes. Chen Dong threatened him with a gun again and again. The humiliated anger had diluted his fear of Chen Dong. However, this time Yu Chengbiao still compromised. He threw the cigarette that had just been lit on the ground and crushed it with his feet.

Seeing this, Chen Dong still didn't say anything, but stood up from the chair, slowly walked to Yu Chengbiao's side, reached out to find out, and took out the box of cigarettes in Yu Chengbiao's arms.

Everyone looked at Chen Dong in confusion, not understanding that Brother Biao had already surrendered. What is the significance of Chen Dong's actions?

The next moment, Chen Dong gave his own answer.

Chen Dong gently opened the lid of the cigarette box, took out one, then bit it between his teeth, picked up the lighter on the table, lit it slowly, and then took a sip.

In the smoke, Yu Chengbiao's face turned pale, and then he suddenly stood up from the chair, stared at Chen Dong fiercely, and cursed: "You**k fun at me!"

Before he finished speaking, Yu Chengbiao suddenly stretched out a hand to slap the cigarette between Chen Dong's lips and teeth, but his hand finally stopped in mid-air.

It was not that Yu Chengbiao calmed down, but that the gunshots rang again.

"Bang!"

The spirit in Yu Chengbiao's eyes quickly faded with vitality. He opened his mouth wide and looked at the man named Chen Dong incredibly, "You..."

Yu Chengbiao only said one word, then fell to the ground and died completely.

Chen Dong's shot shocked everyone present even more intensely than when he killed Sun Yao, because this time Chen Dong killed no longer those who came to the mourning hall to make trouble, but people from other gangs!

At this moment, Chen Dong had completely become a murderer in the eyes of the other big shots. Everyone couldn't help but touch the gun on their waist. They didn't want to be the next Yu Chengbiao!

Chen Dong did not express his actions at the scene. After firing the gun, he seemed to have just done something insignificant, with a smile even on his face. Then he turned around and walked back to the main seat and sat down.

"If anyone else wants to provoke me, you can try it."

Hearing this, a group of big men who killed people without blinking in Pingyuli sat upright like rabbits, put their hands on the table, and did not dare to move at all.

They understood that this young man didn't make any sense when he killed someone, so the best way was not to provoke him!
Chapter completed!