Urban Hidden Dragon

rainy night.

Thunder and lightning.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night for the entire Ten Lords.

The initiator of the Ten Lords Society, the backbone of the Ten Lords Society, and the strongest man of the Ten Lords Society died tragically at home tonight.

Wang Han knelt in front of Emperor Lao's body.

The old man's voice, appearance and smile kept flashing through my mind.

Every little bit of my time with the old man from childhood to adulthood kept flashing before my eyes.

Although they have no blood relationship, the old man treats Wang Han as his own son.

Since he was a child, Wang Han has regarded the old man as his elder, who is both his teacher and his father.

But now, the old man wearing a windbreaker, holding a thermos cup and wearing a key chain will never ask Wang Han to top up his phone bill with 50 yuan again.

outside the villa.

The number of cars has increased from dozens to hundreds.

The area inside and outside is full of cars.

No matter whether they were disciples under the Ten Lords Society or disciples who were doing business under the name of the Ten Lords Society, they all stood outside silently.

Everyone was dressed in black with white strips of cloth tied around their arms.

Dao Lao gave orders to his subordinates not to disturb the nearby residents' rest at night, and they must speak quietly when coming over. Those who disobeyed the order will be dealt with according to the rules of the sect.

So much so that tonight in Jiangning City, on a rainy night, you could see cars silently breaking through the rain and heading towards this side.

Lin Qingyun walked behind Wang Han and bent over, "Master Nine, the makeup artist is here."

Wang Han, who was kneeling in front of the corpse, slowly opened his eyes, and there was a bloodshot area between his eyes.

Dao Lao walked to Wang Han, raised his hand and gently placed it on Wang Han's shoulder, pinching Wang Han's shoulder, "Old Nine, the dead cannot be resurrected, get up, and prepare for the funeral. Anyone can fall down, but you can't fall down. There are still a lot of things waiting for you to deal with. This revenge must be avenged, but it can't be avenged by kneeling here. Get up, from now on, you are the new president of the Ten Lords Association, and all members of the Ten Lords Association will follow your lead! You have to let the people below see that you can still stand up!"

Wang Han looked at Emperor Lao's body, kowtowed three times, and then slowly stood up.

Even if you are used to fighting and killing, and are accustomed to life and death, when you see your loved ones pass away, sadness will still well up in your heart.

"If the disciples of the Ten Lords are all waiting for you outside!" Dao Lao said again.

Wang Han went out.

Standing in the heavy rain, Chu Liu Niang ran out from behind and wanted to hold an umbrella for Wang Han. Wang Han gently pushed away Chu Liu Niang's umbrella.

His eyes swept over the crowd of disciples of the Ten Lords.

"Everyone, the president of the Ten Lords has been killed by a villain and is gone. This is the hatred of the Ten Lords, an irreconcilable hatred!

I, Wang Han, swear here that if I don't take revenge for this, I will not be a human being! "

All the disciples of the Ten Lords who were present bowed their heads. The leaders stepped forward as representatives and said angrily, "All the disciples of the Ten Lords will obey the orders of the Ninth Young Master. If we don't avenge this, we will not be human beings!"

The heavy rain washed down on everyone.

Wang Han turned his head to Chuliu Niang and said, "Chuliu, go book a few hotels and settle everyone down!"

"understand!"

Wang Han waved his hand, "Leave in batches, and do not disturb the people!"

Turned and went into the house.

Looking at the makeup artist retouching the corpse, Wang Han stood at the window, tilted his head, lit a cigarette, and smoked most of it in one puff.

Thick white smoke spewed out, hit the window paper, and scattered in all directions like an explosion.

Rao Rushuang walked to Wang Han's side and said, "Old Nine, go and persuade Aunt Qin!"

Wang Han turned around and found that Aunt Qin had fainted for who knows how many times and her face was as pale as paper. The pharmacist checked her and found that she was too frightened and too sad to be physically able to bear it. She also felt that Emperor Lao was killed by her. Before Wang Han came, she had even attempted suicide and wanted to die with Emperor Lao.

If Aunt Feng hadn't been quick-witted, Aunt Qin would have become a corpse by now.

Wang Han looked at Aunt Qin.

Aunt Qin, who used to dress very smartly and always looked radiant, now had disheveled hair, a pale face, a furrowed brow, and tear marks all over her face, and she was slumped on the sofa.

Emperor Lao loved widows when he was alive, but the only one who stayed with him in the end was Aunt Qin.

This shows how much Emperor Lao loves Aunt Qin and that he treats her as his life partner.

Aunt Qin is gentle, sensible, talkative, beautiful, honest, pragmatic and kind-hearted, which is why Emperor likes her.

After fainting, Aunt Qin was rescued by the medicine man. Aunt Qin looked at the ceiling with a dazed look.

Wang Han squatted beside Aunt Qin and called softly, "Aunt Qin!"

Aunt Qin turned her head and grabbed Wang Han's wrist, her lips trembling and tears welling up in her eyes.

"Wang Han, auntie is guilty. I killed your master. I made you lose your master. I'm sorry. You don't have a master anymore. I kneel down for you! I'm sorry. You don't love your master anymore! I'm sorry!"

As she spoke, Aunt Qin slid down from the sofa and was about to kneel down to admit her mistake to Wang Han.

Wang Han quickly supported Aunt Qin's arms, "Aunt Qin, I don't blame you. Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor. You are not the one who killed my master. You are also a victim. Don't feel any psychological burden. No one in the Ten Lords will blame you. My master will definitely understand. It's hard for everyone to see you like this. My master definitely doesn't want you to be like this! Get up quickly!"

Aunt Qin rested her head against Wang Han's chest, her hands tightly grasping Wang Han's sleeves, her body trembling slightly and her voice sobbing.

A few seconds later, Aunt Qin burst into tears, her heart breaking.

After crying for a long time, Aunt Qin was tired. Wang Han gave her a look and Fourth Sister and Aunt Feng immediately helped Aunt Qin back to the room to rest.

Wang Han lit another cigarette.

When he turned around, he saw his little boy lying next to the emperor's body. He gently pushed the emperor's body and said in a baby voice, "Grandpa, play, Grandpa, play!"

The beggar leaned over to hug the kid, but the kid grabbed onto his clothes and refused to let go. The beggar wanted to pry the kid's claws apart, but the kid burst into tears.

"Grandpa, I want grandpa!"

Wang Han put out his cigarette, went over and gently took the kid from the beggar's arms, placed the kid next to the emperor's body, and rubbed the kid's head.

The kid blinked his big gem-like eyes in grievance, tears falling down without a thread, pouting in grievance, pulling at Wang Han's clothes and begging, "I want grandpa, I want grandpa!"

Wang Han held the kid in his arms, "Your grandpa is gone, can you and daddy stay with him for a while longer?"

The kid was very obedient. He leaned against Wang Han, pursed his lips, and tears as big as beans fell down like broken strings.

Wang Han turned around and waved at Guoguo who was secretly wiping away tears. The two children, one big and two small, knelt side by side.

The night is dark.

Everyone from Chaofeng Valley also rushed over. After seeing Di Lao's body, the mother-in-law Gu Sanniang's eyes turned red. She turned her back, covered her mouth, and cried with her body shaking.

Several other people came up one after another and sighed after seeing it.

Leopard stared at the corpse, squatted down and held Di Lao's hand, sighed softly, and when he stood up, he patted Wang Han on the shoulder.

"My condolences, Lao Jiu!"

The sky is slightly bright.

The heavy rain that had been falling all night finally stopped.

After this night.

The news of the death of Emperor Lao, the president of the Ten Lords, was like a bombshell, exploding throughout the entire martial arts world!