"Beast!" Sun Chuan curled his lips and smiled.

"Here, come!" someone suddenly shouted excitedly, "The people from the Ancient Martial Arts Association are here!"

From a distance, twenty black Les-Royce phantoms were caught in the sight from a few kilometers away.

"Damn... this situation, is the president going on?"

"What exactly does the Ancient Martial Arts Association do? Why are you so rich?"

"These twenty cars alone are at least hundreds of millions, tsk."

Even the few dandy upstairs were stunned, let alone the common people along the way, watching top luxury cars passing by, they all yearned for it.

At the boarding gate of Jianghai International Airport, Yao Cen held his boarding pass and stopped moving forward.

Xiao Shun quietly asked Mai Yaqin to book a plane ticket and a hotel for the Yao family's three, saying that what happened to the company just happened and asked them to travel and relax.

Early this morning, Zhuque drove them to the airport in her Audi A4, and then drove away in a hurry.

Xiao Shun told her that they were calm when they asked them to go out to relax, but now that I suddenly felt like this guy was hiding something from him, and I couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.

"Cen'er, hurry up, you're going to board the plane soon." Liu Yunxiang shouted.

"Oh, dad, mom, I remember that there are still some important things in the company that I forgot to explain. Otherwise, you guys will go there first, I will change the sign and go to find you in two days."

Yao Cen pretended to be relaxed.

Maybe she was thinking too much. Xiao Shun looked as usual these two days, eating and drinking, and occasionally making jokes to make fun of her.

Perhaps it is because of the sixth sense of a woman, and if you don’t go back and see it, you will feel uneasy.

"This kid has arrived at the airport. Why do you change your mind if you change your mind? Haven't the company's affairs been arranged?"

Since Yao Cen took over Yulei International three years ago, she has never traveled with Liu Yunxiang.

This time, they finally went out together and changed their minds at the last moment. Liu Yunxiang felt a little dissatisfied.

"Okay, it's a good thing for young people to be more professional. Now their company is just starting out, so it's good to have snacks."

Yao Jianguo smoothed out the situation and then looked at Yao Cen: "If you have something to do, go and do it. I will accompany your mother, don't worry."

Yao Cen forced a smile and waved his hand: "I will definitely go to find you in two days."

Liu Yunxiang had no choice but to give her helpless advice: "Then we will wait for you in the place."

Yao Cen responded and hurried towards the airport entrance.

At this time, Yao Cen's Audi car faced thousands of eyes and drove into the passage to Sikong's house. Cordons were drawn on both sides of the passage, and a burly man was guarding him at a distance.

"This Audi won't get lost, right?" someone quipped.

"It shouldn't be possible. There is a special inspection of the invitation letter at the entrance. How could it be possible to let it enter if there is no invitation letter?"

There are top luxury cars ahead, especially everyone thinks that the Ancient Martial Arts Association should be the finale.

I didn't expect that an inconspicuous Audi car would slowly drive over at this time.

The gap was too large, and the people on both sides of the passage were still a little surprised and discussed.

"I feel like walking on the red carpet." In the car, Zhuque said while driving.

Xiao Shun smiled and said nothing.

But the twenty Les-Royces of the Ancient Martial Arts Association were lined up in a row and parked in front of the Sikong family's ancestral home, full of heroism.

Sikong Jie heard that the Ancient Martial Arts Association had arrived and had already greeted him at the gate.

Zuo Zhiyuan walked out of the car in black Tang suit.

Sikongjie quickly walked down the steps and trotted forward to support him.

However, Zuo Zhiyuan politely declined, and then he walked up to the stairs with vigorous steps.

Behind him were fifty or sixty members of the ancient martial arts association with tall and majestic figures. The unified black suit, white shirt, and dark tie followed closely behind him with extraordinary momentum.

As soon as Zuo Zhiyuan entered the door, dozens of gazes were immediately cast in the mourning hall, and his eyes were filled with admiration and awe.

Today's martial arts masters are all extraordinary people, and they are all the targets of the major families and wealthy businessmen.

Any clan who has a master will immediately become a famous local clan. The Zuo family was originally a martial arts family, and there were two masters in one sect and had been famous for more than ten years.

This was the highlight of the Sikong family, and Sikong Jie's chin couldn't help but lifted up a few points.

The faces of the Sikong family all showed a glorious luster on their faces.

Dozens of association members stationed on both sides of the mourning hall.

Zuo Zhiyuan slowly walked into the mourning hall with the momentum of a superior, as an example of worship. Everyone at the scene held their breath and seemed even more solemn and solemn.

"How is Brother Chu compared to this Zuo Master?" Zheng Yunhe asked softly.

"The land of Crouching Tiger and Hidden Dragon in the Central Plains, Zuo Grand Master has been famous for decades and has a profound cultivation level, but it is still unknown if he has not taken any action."

A trace of contempt flashed in Chu Jingtong's eyes. The ancient martial arts association's grand appearance shows that the impetuous martial arts in the Central Plains must be just a group of people who seek fame and reputation, but it is not easy to speak too explicitly in other people's territory at this time.

Zheng Yunhe smiled faintly, martial arts were no second. All the people who practice martial arts were arrogant and arrogant. No one would admit that he was worse than others. He was not at ease with Chu Jingtong's words.

Suddenly, it snowed.

The goose feather-like snowflakes add some vitality to the bleak world of all things.

The Audi car was parked among a group of luxury cars, and it seemed a little out of place.

Xiao Shun walked out of the car, looked up at the gloomy sky, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It's snowing, it's auspicious sign." Someone in the mourning hall sighed.

"It means that the old man is innocent and his children and grandchildren have no worries."

"The old man is an amazing person. Heaven and earth are sorrowful, and he is also mourning for him."

Compliments followed by words.

Suddenly, two figures entered their sight.

In the mourning hall, everyone thought Zuo Zhiyuan should be the last one to appear, but they were shocked when they saw both of them.

"Isn't that Xiao Shun? Why did he come?"

"Is he not the chairman of Golden Jubilee Group now? It seems reasonable to come to pay condolences." An insider commented.

Xiao Shun was wearing a gray wool coat, with his hands in his pockets, and walked in a leisurely manner.

Behind him was a foreign beauty who was as cold and arrogant as the snow and ice, holding a vermilion urn in her hand, followed closely behind.

The anger in the hearts of the Sikong family suddenly arose. How dare this beast appear at this time!

This was clearly a provocation to the Sikong family. The owner of his hometown had not yet been cold, so this beast dared to come to the door in person.

"He came just right. Let him be executed in front of the hall today to comfort his father and Chen'er's spirit in heaven!" Sikong Anming said gritting his teeth.
Chapter completed!