Detective: I, the god of reasoning!

America.

Newyo Airport.

Rows of Rolls-Royce lined up, waiting outside the airport, as if waiting for someone in tacit agreement.

Two hours have passed, and there is still no one in the airport that they want to wait for.

"Boss, why hasn't the Mr. Fu we are waiting for come yet?"

An eye-to-eye, bearded fat man couldn't help but ask a middle-aged man sitting in the co-pilot.

The middle-aged man combed his middle hair, and his appearance slightly revealed a trace of lewdness. He is the godson of Wu Zhiyuan, the father of Chinatown in the United States, and his name is Lu Guofu.

The reason why he was waiting outside the airport this time was because a big man was coming, and Wu Zhiyuan ordered them all to go out and come to greet them!

Now.

Lu Guofu held a cup of bubble tea in his hand, glanced at his watch impatiently, and had a hint of Sichuan in his tone: "Don't urge you turtle son, Laozi is more anxious than you." But that one just hasn't arrived yet, isn't your nickname called Da Smart? How do you say? "

Da Chong is the fat man with the opposite eye and a big beard just now.

Now.

Da Cong scratched his hair: "I am indeed smart when I was young, but this kind of thing is not easy to say!" Boss, what is the origin of that Mr. Fu? Even if Crimaster is ranked first, there is no need for us to greet it in person, right? "

This time.

Although Seventh Uncle Wu Zhiyuan invited many detectives from all over the world, he also specially sent a car to pick them up. But only this Mr. Fu is different.

This Mr. Fu was specially ordered by the seventh uncle to let Lu Guofu all come out to greet the existence.

Look at the smoke-sneaking Rolls-Royce team behind you, even if the pomp and circumstance of the Mi Guochuan Jianguo trip, it is just that.

So Da Cleverness rather does not understand.

"You turtle son, you know a sap!"

Lu Guofu slapped Da Ming's head with a slap: "Fu Xiangjing, haven't you heard of his name?" Do you think he is valued simply because he is number one? Even the FBL had to be very polite to him! Our case is a small case for him! "

Even Lu Guofu doesn't pay much attention to the circle of detectives.

But Lu Guofu also knows how much influence Fu Longing has to have.

I heard that Fu Xiangxiang was coming over, and the FBL of the United States also specially sent exclusive personnel in order to wash the dust and comfort Fu Longing.

This is also the most important reason why they are quietly waiting here.

Otherwise, once they are taken the lead by the FBL group of guys, won't they lose the opportunity to "catch the wind and wash the dust jacket"?

Said.

Lu Guofu pointed to a black stretched car on the right side of their convoy and asked, "Do you see it, that's the commissioner specially sent by FBL, specially to squat Fu Longing!" You all cheer me up, people are invited by us, can't let the group of turtle sons of FBL give a quick start, you know?! "

Da Smart rolled his eyes: "Boss, let's make a banner that says "Welcome Mr. Fu Jingjing", I believe he will come directly after seeing it!" "

Lu Guofu took a sip of bubble tea: "Is your idea reliable?" "

Da Cong smiled slightly: "I admit that I have an element of gambling." "

"Bet on your turtle son, don't you hurry up and do it?!" Lu Guofu spat and said.

...

I don't know.

At this moment, Fu Xiangxing had long been drowned in the crowd, left the airport of Niuyo, and went straight to the outside of a luxurious manor on the outskirts of Chinatown.

This luxurious manor is the residence of Wu Zhiyuan, the godfather of Chinatown in the United States.

Fu Xiangxian looked at the mansion in front of him, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Wu Zhiyuan.

The supreme leader of the North American Chinese Tangkou, known as the Seventh Uncle. It is the first of the six halls of the North American Chinese Hall and is known as the godfather of Chinatown in the United States.

Compared with Mr. Yan, Wu Zhiyuan's status, wealth and power are superior.

It's just that.

Fu was not interested in these.

He was interested in the fact that Wu Zhiyuan only had a week left to live. This is also the main reason why Wu Zhiyuan invited them to come to the United States.

Three days ago, Wu Zhiyuan's grandson Wu Zhihao died. Wu Zhiyuan has advanced cancer, and he wants to find out the murderer of Wu Zhihao before he dies.

In just seven days, according to the strength of the Chinatown Police Department in the United States, I am afraid it will be difficult to complete.

So.

Wu Zhiyuan invited world-renowned detectives to gather together in order to investigate the case within seven days.

Come to think of it.

Fu Xiangxian walked towards the gate of the manor.

There were two rows of bodyguards guarding the gate of the manor, and when they saw Fu Xiangxian coming, they immediately stopped him and asked in standard English: "Sir, who are you looking for?" "

"I'm Fu Xiangjing, looking for Seventh Uncle." Fu also replied in fluent English.

Several bodyguards quickly glanced at each other, and then one of them turned and dialed a phone.

In less than two minutes, the bodyguard hung up the phone and bowed to Fu Xiang: "Mr. Fu, please follow me!" "

Fu Xiangjing walked in.

The manor covers a large area and the building is in the Chinese style. Along the way, you can see a bamboo forest and a quaint pavilion.

Fu Xiangxiang followed the bodyguard and walked into the hall.

The whole hall is luxurious, and the furniture used is full of the atmosphere of time. Wood carvings, white porcelain incense burners, elegant screens, and even window lattices are intricately carved with intricate patterns.

"Mr. Fu, Seventh Uncle is waiting for you on the second floor!"

The bodyguard said respectfully and made an inviting gesture towards Fu Xiangjing.

The stairs made of expensive mahogany are full of texture, and the bodyguards did not follow Fu Xiangxian to go up. Fu Xiangjing walked to the second floor, and was led into a bright and luxurious room by the bodyguard on the second floor.

Inside the room.

Wu Zhiyuan was lying on the bed, and next to him stood two rows of doctors.

As Fu Xiangxian entered, everyone's eyes fell on him.

The young man's face was white, and he looked only sixteen or seventeen years old. With a pair of black eye sockets, it covered the cold eyes.

His posture is as tall as a pine, and his black clothes are solemn and indifferent. There was no respect and flattery from others on his expression, so he walked in directly.

Wu Zhiyuan, who was lying on the bed, couldn't help but become excited: "Mr. Fu, seeing you coming, I am relieved about my grandson's affairs." "

Once known as the light of the Chinese in the United States, Fu Longing is the pride of many Chinese. Even if many people don't know him, they have definitely heard of this name.

Wu Zhiyuan had checked Fu Xiangjing's detailed information, and he naturally recognized it at a glance.

It's just that...

The boy was even tougher than he had imagined.

The godfather of Chinatown, who used to be in the storm, is now just an old man who feels sorry for his grandson.

Fu Xiangxian looked at him condescendingly: "Seventh Uncle, let them all go out, what I am looking for you to talk about is something more important than this." "

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