After killing Wu Ziwen, Shen Fei drove away in a swaggering manner. As for the aftermath, the logistics department of the Leopard Group naturally helped to solve it.
The aftermath was completely eliminated, and Shen Fei fell asleep after returning to the hotel. In the past few days, he had never slept so soundly like now.
The next day, a brand new coffin was placed in a luxuriously decorated hall.
The woman in a high-end coat was lying on the ground crying bitterly.
"My sonwake up, you were still alive and kicking when you left yesterday, why did you disappear in a blink of an eye"
The appearance of the woman is 70% similar to that of Wu Ziwen, and she is his biological mother¡ª¡ªYao Ting.
And the one lying in the coffin was naturally Wu Ziwen who hadn't returned all night after going to the bar yesterday.
The hall was covered with overcast clouds at this time, and the emotions of the people on the left and right were suppressed to the extreme.
The old man of the Wu family was nearly seventy years old, and he wanted to enjoy his old age in peace, but unexpectedly, unexpected disasters happened, and his beloved grandson died suddenly and strangely.
The old man's face was gray at this time, and his whole body was trembling slightly because of the excessive sadness.
It is sad that his grandson was killed, but what made him even more angry was that someone dared to hit the attention of the Wu family, and he extended his evil hands to the most core family children!
This is simply a provocation, a declaration of war against the Wu family!
"Investigate, even if we turn Shangjing upside down, we must find the murderer! No matter who is from the remaining seven major families, he must be buried with my grandson!"
The old man gritted his teeth and roared, causing him to cough violently.
The butler lowered his head solemnly, and slowly reported: "Old master, the young master's injury has been ascertained. He was intercepted by a master. One blow was fatal, and his entire chest was lost"
Hearing her son's miserable condition, Yao Ting cried even more miserably, but the old man frowned, sensing that something was wrong.
"Where is Old Wei? Why didn't you follow the young master?"
"This Wei Lao's body was also found, just like the young master, he was also killed in one blow"
The butler's report was like a bolt from the blue, making the old man stand still on the spot.
He is the previous head of the Wu family, and he has seen countless storms.
Old Wei's strength is tyrannical, and he was on the ground list a long time ago.
Such a master was killed by a single blow?
Who the hell is the murderer? Could it be that he surpassed the list!
Even if there is such a master, the entire Xia Kingdom probably cannot count them with one hand. What kind of means does the enemy have to drive him to work for him?
Outside the door, a middle-aged man with extraordinary temperament walked slowly into the hall with a sullen face.
Seeing someone coming, Yao Ting's crying rose several decibels.
"Master, Wen'erhe's gone! You have to make decisions for him"
The middle-aged man is Wu Anguo, the contemporary head of the Wu family and Wu Ziwen's father.
Last night, even when his son was alive and kicking, he knew that today would be the end, and the grief in his heart was only deeper than that of his wife.
But the courage of the head of the family is really extraordinary.
Wu Anguo didn't say a word, but turned his head to give instructions to the housekeeper.
"Arrange the funeral, bury it as soon as possible, and block the news, keep quiet, no one can know!"
This sudden order made the housekeeper stunned for a long time, and when he met the man-eating eyes of the Patriarch, he was startled into a cold sweat and nodded quickly in response.
As Wu Ziwen's biological mother, Yao Ting was not so easy to deal with.
"Master, what are you talking about? Wen'er is our own son, and now he died for no apparent reason, how can he be buried hastily?" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com