Apocalyptic Forecast

　　 The funeral only lasted three days, and the farewell ceremony was held on the fourth day.

　　 For Jidao, funerals are not uncommon. It is commonplace. Although bad news comes in a hurry, the funerals are still organized.

　　 Fujimoto’s wife in the middle was not satisfied with the ownership of Fujimoto’s legacy, and brought her children over to make a fuss, but she didn’t see Huai Shi and left sadly. In addition, there are only some distant relatives, and some never show up at all.

　　 The funeral in front was for relatives and friends of the deceased, but the day of the farewell ceremony was the day when the colleagues came to visit.

　　 Under the light rain on a cloudy day, the Fujimoto team members in mourning clothes stood in two rows in front of the door, bowing to the visitors.

In the car that gradually stopped, Teppei Yamada looked at the outside scene, his brows raised slightly: "Isn't this something pretty? The guy Fujimoto, even if he died, he had to pick a headache... …I heard that someone from the Tiger King team did it?"

　　 "Everyone said that's the case." The subordinate replied, opened the door for him, and then held up the umbrella.

　　 The old man under the umbrella helped Haori's collar on his body and walked towards the front door.

　　 Bend down at the foot of the mountain in front of the door, bowed at ninety degrees and said, "I have come from afar, it's hard work."

　　 "It's just running two urban areas. I can't talk about the hard work." Yamada chuckled twice and looked down: "Yanshita, I heard that the new leader is not you."

　　 "I am incompetent, and it is a fluke to have the position of the head." Yamashita lowered his head and replied: "I really don't dare to covet the position of the team leader."

"Haha, just kidding, look at you scared." The old chairman of the Yamada group waved his hand and looked around, his face gradually becoming surprised: "What? My old fellow came to offer condolences in person, your new group leader. Don't you even show your face?"

　　 "It's rude." Yamashita kept a ninety-degree bow, and replied, "The leader has another important business. I'll be there later. Please forgive me."

　　 "Asshole, do you dare to let our president wait for someone!"

　　The subordinate who was holding the umbrella was furious, reached out his hand to pull up the collar of the mountain, and shouted angrily: "Slowly, are you underestimating us!"

　　 "Enough, Chinai, after all, it is at the funeral, we are guests, don't make trouble too much."

　　 Yamada Teppei patted his subordinate's arm, left the bowing mountain, turned and walked towards the auditorium. After putting on a stick of incense, he looked at Fujimoto's remains and sighed, then turned and went into the side room to rest.

　　 Many old acquaintances had already arrived first, and it was very lively inside. Seeing him coming in, many people raised their hands to say hello.

　　 "Oh, there are so many people here, everyone hasn't seen each other for a long time."

　　 Yamada found a middle position and sat down, looked around, knowingly asked, "Did the Tiger King team come?"

　　 "If they dare to come, I am afraid they will merge on the spot today, right?"

　　 "I don't think it is necessarily."

The old man with burn marks on his face raised his eyes and glanced at the door outside: "I heard that the Tiger King team has invited five big brothers to mediate in the past two days. In order to protect his young son, that guy Arisaka really It’s a lot of work. But Yamada, you guy knowingly asked, you must know something, right?"

　　 "Where did I get it, I'm just an old man, I have already quit washing my hands, and how can I mix these things."

　　 Yamada picked up his teacup and asked casually, "Instead, the Fujimoto group, I heard the children say that it is going to be renamed the Huaizhi group? Do you know anyone? I have been curious about the new leader for a long time."

　　 There is a lot of rumors about the leader of the Huaizhi ancestor, such as the master of the green sun, and the nonsense of killing the gods on the border, but none of them are reliable. Some people say that it is a hybrid who has just joined the Fujimoto group for less than two days... There are really outrageous rumors.

　　 For a while, everyone couldn't figure out the details, and didn't know what Fujimoto was thinking before he died.

　　 However, everyone who came here felt the arrogance of the new leader. From the beginning of the funeral to the present, he hasn't shown up at all. Even the gangs who were close to each other have now closed their doors, and their attitudes have become alienated and indifferent.

　　 "Well, no matter what, I always show up. Don't you know then?" Yamada drank his tea with a smile and stopped talking.

　　 During the busy farewell ceremony, Yamashita Kuro, the concierge outside the door, finally took time out, grabbed the person next to him, and asked anxiously: "Where is the team leader? Where is the team leader?"

　　 "No, I don't know." The younger brother shook his head blankly: "I said it was in the morning, and I drove out with Big Brother Ueno, and I haven't come back yet."

　　 The whole person under the mountain is not good.

　　 What the **** is it that went out in the morning?

　　 Wouldn't it be taken by Ueno to inspect customs, right?

　　 At the foot of the mountain, he felt cold, and was about to speak, he noticed a car parked in front of the door and people walking off the car.

　　 surprised.

　　 "Sister-in-law...Why are you here?"

　　 "My man's funeral, can't I come to it?"

　　 The woman with a haggard look was holding a dazed child in her hand and glared at the foot of the mountain: "I want to see, what the **** the guy named Huaizhi is doing!"

　　 But behind her, someone got out of the car.

　　The old man in a black dress, with a cane in his hand, greeted the mountain graciously: "Isn't this under the mountain? I haven't seen you for a long time, how have you been recently?"

　　 Under the mountain, he froze for a long time, subconsciously stood firm, and bowed to the person who came: "We have missed far to welcome, Mr. Kitahara."

　　 A heart has sunk to the bottom.

　　The person who came is a high-level member of the Anesthetic Chase and Release Alliance, a messenger who can represent the opinions of the five big brothers, and now coming together with Fujimoto's widow, I am afraid it may not have any good intentions.

　　 "I won't say any more. I came here today mainly for three things."

　　 Kitahara took off his hat, looked around calmly, and told him: "One is to express condolences to Mr. Fujimoto on behalf of our master, and the second is to mediate between the Fujimoto team and the Tiger King team.

　　Finally, it's about Mrs. Fujimoto's seeking justice from us... Yamashita, Master Sheng Tianmu, after hearing of Mrs. Fujimoto's experience, was very furious and told me to deal with it as soon as possible. I'm afraid it will be hard for me to save you any face. "

　　 In the cold, thin rain, the foot of the mountain was already sweating, bowed his head, and pleaded:

　　 "Please come in and discuss it in detail."

　　 After watching the group of people inside, he glared anxiously at the house and motioned him to think of a solution. Regardless of the work of the concierge, he turned and followed in embarrassment.

　　 "What's wrong? Is your new team leader out there?"

　　After enjoying the incense in the mourning hall, Beiyuan looked around, his expression quickly indifferent: "Is this his attitude towards the Big Five?"

　　 "I'm extremely sorry, the team leader is coming, please bear with me."

　　 Yamashita can only bend down again, bowing and begging: "This matter, Fujimoto, no, our paper-carrying team will definitely give you an explanation, and please raise your hand..."

　　 "Under the mountain! Is this the place where you talk!"

　　 Kitahara raised his voice and scolded angrily: "Without all the members of the alliance, how arrogant is Huaizhi? Or is he still lucky enough to think that he can occupy the foundation left by Fujimoto!"

　　 Bowing continuously under the mountain, the sweat fell drop by drop to the ground.

　　 "Actually, it is Mr. Fujimoto's last wish that Huaizhi will inherit the position of team leader. For the past few days, we want to ask to see the five big brothers, but how..."

　　 "You mean, this is the fault of the Big Five?" Beiyuan looked at him coldly.

　　 "It's definitely not the intention, it's just that..."

　　 Yamashita made a flustered defense, but Kitahara waved his hand uninterestedly: "Enough, the alliance has decided to mediate the dispute between the Fujimoto group and the Tiger King group, this, it is enshrined in front of Fujimoto's spiritual seat."

　　 As he said, he took out a box from his pocket and threw it into his arms down the mountain.

　　 The box opened, and inside it was a tail finger that was tied to the end by a rubber band and had begun to turn black.

　　 The hand under the mountain trembled and raised his head, unbelievable: "What, what does this mean?"

"This is the sincerity of the Tiger King team. As it is said that the enemy should be settled and should not be settled, since Mrs. Fujimoto is willing to raise her hands high, forgive the unintentional mistake of Arisaka's child, and resolve this period of grievances, the alliance is also happy to see it. Apologize for the group chat."

"This this……"

　　 under the mountain, holding the box in his hand, looked at Kitahara in amazement, and Mrs. Fujimoto, whose eyes were dodging behind him. Her face was suddenly blue and red, her lips trembled, and she was speechless.

　　 "What's wrong?" Kitahara asked coldly: "You Fujimoto team, are you unwilling to accept the judgment of the Big Five? Or do you have other opinions?"

　　 under the mountain, gritted his teeth, did not speak, stood still and did not move.

　　 The hands holding the box trembled, unwilling to accept it.

　　 Once the tail finger is placed in front of Fujimoto's spiritual position, I am afraid there will be no more revenge...

　　 "I also chopped my fingers, it's not good, it's too cruel... I really want to express my condolences. Bringing a pig's head is better than this."

　　 The young man under the umbrella outside the door sighed with helpless emotion. Rain was dripping on the hem of his coat, and he stepped into the mourning hall with two plastic bags in his hand.

　　 When I raised my head and smiled ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the smile was handsome and evil, and the horns on his forehead were bent, like the fascinating demons in Ukiyo-e.

　　 "Thank you, Yamashita, take this for me."

　　 put the plastic bag in his hand into the arms of the mountain, and the visitor sighed: "Kyoto is so big, it is really difficult to find a place to buy the tribute. Help me put it on the mourning hall.

　　As for the fingers, forget it..."

　　 He tossed the box, regardless of Kitahara's ugly expression, and threw it outside the mourning hall: "It's too shabby to swing with your fingers? Didn't the five big brothers send some virgins?"

　　 "The rude person!"

　　 Kitahara was furious, his face was pale, he could detect the respectful attitude of the people around him, and immediately realized the identity of the person who came, his eyes changed, and he quickly became gloomy: "Are you going to reject the mediation of the Big Five?"

　　 "Ah this..."

　　 Huai Shi was stunned for a moment, and then scratched his head blankly: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

　　 Next to him, the mountain holding the plastic bag suddenly exclaimed, his hands trembling, and two **** and round objects fell out of the plastic bag.

　　 In the silence, two heads fell to the ground and the voice was low.

　　 They are rolling mischievously, showing the last remaining horror and despair on their faces.

　　 Just as everyone stared in amazement, the belated person took off his wet coat, revealing the naked upper body underneath, the hideous tattoos, and crisscrossed wounds and bloodstains...

　　Between gunshot wounds, knife wounds and burns, the evil spirit with the bronze bell on his back grinned, and from his back spine showed a hideous smile toward the world.

　　 Huaishi sighed, and shrugged helplessly: "After all, the Tiger King group is gone..."