Assassin Landlord & Beauty Tenants

The first thousand three hundred and fifty-five chapters

The next day, fj's sky began to patter the light rain, the temperature suddenly dropped from a previous ten degrees to a single digit.

The weather forecast said that this is the strongest cold air since the beginning of winter. I hope that everyone can stay at home and sneak out.

Zhao Tiezhu still wears yesterday's clothes, a close-fitting black t-shirt, a black vest, and the beard is slightly pulled.

At this time, Zhao Tiezhu, still sitting in the chair last night, still carrying his head and looking at the ceiling, while the solitary emperor was bent and lowered his head as if looking at the cigarette **** on the ground.

On the ground, there is a cigarette **** full of land.

"Day is bright." Du Guhuang raised his head and put his hand behind his head and said.

"Well, it’s bright." Zhao Tiezhu lowered his head and said, "I want to send the iron hand away."

"Well, I have to send him away." Solitary nodded and stood up. "I went outside to see."

"Yeah!" Zhao Tiezhu nodded and didn't talk anymore.

After the independence of the lonely king, Zhao Tiezhu slowly took out the mobile phone.

Boot up.

When the mobile phone was just turned on, Zhao Tiezhu received numerous text messages, most of which were from the women in the villa. They also got news of the death of the iron hand. The text message expressed comfort and blessing, and there was no more to say.

The phone rang.

Zhao Tiezhu looked at the electric display, it was Cao Ziyi.

"You, how are you?" Cao Ziyi asked softly at the computer.

"Yeah." Zhao Tiezhu said, he did not speak again.

"When I want to go to zj, I will accompany you to go." Cao Ziyi said calmly.

"Good!" Zhao Tiezhu still did not say a word.

"Yan Ni, they are very concerned about you, now we are on the way to the hospital, you, take care of yourself." After Cao Ziyi finished, he hung up the phone.

"Iron hand, I want to send you away." Zhao Tiezhu stood up and sighed and looked into the morgue. From today, he could never see his brother again.

Zhao Tiezhu’s body trembled uncontrollably.

"Call!" Long sighed, Zhao Tiezhu turned and walked up the stairs.

In the lobby of the hospital.

The figure of Zhao Tiezhu just appeared from the stairs, and the hall suddenly sounded a slight commotion.

Zhao Tiezhu looked up and saw the entire hospital hall, black and pressed, all black suits.

Fan Jian and others are also black. Everyone has a white cloth wrapped around their arms. The solitary Emperor, who had come up earlier, has also replaced the clothes last night. Instead, they are with Fan Jian and others. The same black suit.

Zhao Tiezhu slowly walked over to a few people and said, "Okay, let people go to the iron hand brother, please come out."

"Yeah!" Du Guhuang nodded and said to the doctor on the side. Several doctors nodded and took a few people down to the morgue.

Not long after, the two coffins were lifted from underneath.

"Send the iron brother." Zhao Tiezhu said, took the lead and went outside. The blood soul hall, which originally occupied the hall, helped the public to retreat to the sides. These people’s necks were marked with a scarlet blood word, and above the blood word, it was a knife, and Below the blood word, it is a sharp axe.

These are the most elite and elite of the Blood Soul Hall. Every one who goes out is a great general who can be a party! Some people came back from the field overnight, and some people have been staying in this hall since last night. The purpose of everyone is to send a hand brother!

Zhao Tiezhu is at the forefront, and the crowd retreats to both sides like the tide, and the distance between Zhao Tiezhu and the two steps behind him is Fan Jian, Solitary, quit, heaven, oh, eight fingers. Everyone's hand carries a platinum ring that represents the highest management of Blood Soul Hall.

Zhao Tiezhu’s fist was held. In his fist, he held a ring with a “hand” on it. This is the iron hand’s ring.

Zhao Tiezhu walked out of the hospital hall, and there was a black Bentley car waiting outside. Zhao Tiezhu went directly to the car, and Du Gu Huangtian and others followed.

After they got on the bus, the blood soul hall that came out of the hall was sharp, and they also got a car Audi.

At the entrance of the hospital, a total of 50 Audis were parked, all in number!

This kind of battle directly makes the hearts of the ordinary people in the distance look cool.

According to the rules of fj, people are just dying, they are doing public morals, so that they can reincarnate better under the tires.

Zhao Tiezhu did not manage these, Fan Jian and others have all arranged.

The iron hand's mourning hall was set up in the outskirts of the city. Zhao Tiezhu and his party arrived in Lingtang after half an hour. The iron hand and his wife's coffin arrived here earlier than Zhao Tiezhu and others, and they have been placed properly.

The mourning hall was built last night, although the time was rushed, but the financial and material resources of the Blood Soul Hall were still very spectacular. Outside the mourning hall, there was a **** sorrow of the black umbrellas. These people are all Some of the most basic gangs of the Blood Soul Hall are densely packed with at least a thousand people. Thousands of people are covered in front of the entire mourning hall. Zhao Tiezhu and others are coming down from the car. There are still some slight noises. Many people, all quiet in an instant, only a burst of rain hit the ground.

Zhao Tiezhu walked to the front of the crowd. As in the scene of the hospital hall, the crowd was automatically separated from the middle. Everyone bent down, as if the people were seeing their kings.

Zhao Tiezhu still walked in front of the words, others followed, and then elite. After these people passed, the crowd slowly closed, but there was still no other voice, everyone was silent. With.

This silence makes the black sky even more addicted to the dignity and depth.

The crowd slowly and consciously stood in rows and columns, and then everyone looked at the most central mourning hall. The mourning hall was filled with wreaths, many of which were sent by local celebrities of fj, and even among them. One was sent by Chen Weiguo. A gangster’s high-level dying person could even send a wreath to the top leader of a military region. This has rarely happened in history.

In this group of black suits and black trousers holding the black rain mountain of the blood soul hall to help the public, there are some police officers in police uniforms, there are some armed police armed with bullets.

After all, this is a provincial capital, and so many people gathered together, even if Zhang Yihuang, are afraid of what happened, so they directly ordered the police to join the armed police to maintain the order of the scene.

In the hall of the mourning hall, Zhao Tiezhu saw several people, Su Yanni Cao Ziyi, but they were all lively and cheerful people. They are now quiet, wearing black women's suits, each looking at Zhao Tiezhu with a look of concern and comfort.