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Chapter 430 Shen Lang is a petty person
Today is the memorial service for Mr. Lu and Mr. Wang.

In the ever-changing and turbulent land of Shanghai.

Anyone who was prominent and had made a name for themselves came to burn incense and pay their respects, as if they were afraid of being absent from this occasion that concerned the reputation and friendship of the underworld, and thus becoming a topic of gossip.

Shen Lang, as a person at the top of the pyramid of power and wealth in Shanghai, naturally would not miss this memorial service.

The mourning hall is set up in a spacious and solemn courtyard. The tall walls isolate it from the noise of the outside world, but cannot trap the overflowing sorrow.

The walls around were covered with white mourning couplets, and black silk hung from the beams, fluttering gently in the breeze, as if the soul of the deceased was sighing and lamenting, telling of his past experiences.

Two tall coffins were placed in front, covered with black curtains, like silent guards, guarding the final peace of the deceased.

In front of the coffin is a huge black and white portrait, and the faces of Mr. Lu and Mr. Wang when they were alive are frozen in the photo.

One has a resolute look, showing his heroic spirit; the other has a kind face, revealing a bit of elegance.

Incense was curling in the mourning hall, and white candles were flickering with faint light, making the entire hall even darker.

The light and shadows swayed on the wall, as if they were lingering ghosts.

The ground was covered with thick white felt. People who came to pay their respects walked very lightly, their soles rubbing against the felt, making a very slight rustling sound, for fear of disturbing the peace of the deceased.

There were layers of wreaths placed around the mourning hall.

Most of the names left on the wreaths are people with great reputations in Shanghai, including business tycoons, gang leaders, and the signatures of some political figures are faintly visible, demonstrating the deceased's connections and status during his lifetime.

The incense burner in front of the coffin was already filled with dense incense sticks, and wisps of green smoke rose up, making the entire mourning hall smoky.

Next to Mr. Wang's coffin, Xiaoliu, dressed in mourning clothes, knelt quietly on the cushion.

She was thin, like a delicate flower swaying in the wind, and her eyes, which used to be lively and bright, were now filled with helplessness and boredom.

Because deep down in her heart, she was actually extremely reluctant to kneel here and pretend to be heartbroken in this depressing and dull environment.

However, under the complex and strict rules of the underworld in Shanghai, as Mr. Wang's relative, this is her unavoidable responsibility and obligation. No matter how reluctant she is, she must be here to fulfill her filial piety and keep vigil.

In comparison, on Mr. Lu's family's side, apart from the brothers from his gang who were keeping vigil in an orderly and solemn manner, there was not a single direct relative kneeling down to pay their respects, which seemed particularly desolate and deserted.

As the saying goes, "If you want to be pretty, be filial."

Xiaoliu is naturally beautiful, with her eyes and eyebrows revealing the gentle and graceful temperament unique to Jiangnan women. At this moment, she is wearing a plain mourning dress, which makes her look even more charming. Her weak appearance attracts many people around to look at her sideways.

However, she was completely unaware of this, her mind filled with thoughts of escaping from it all, getting rid of these heavy shackles, and she only hoped that this memorial service would end soon so that she could regain her freedom.

Looking around, most of the prominent figures in Shanghai have already arrived at the mourning hall.

Occasionally, low conversations could be heard from the crowd, and the fragmented words echoed in the empty mourning hall.

If you listen carefully, you can hear discussions surrounding the sudden and unexpected deaths of Mr. Lu and Mr. Wang.

"The deaths of Mr. Lu and Mr. Wang are truly bizarre. I heard they had fierce conflicts with certain forces during their lifetimes. Perhaps there's some hidden conspiracy behind this."

"No matter who did it, we can't just let this go! We must avenge Mr. Lu and Mr. Wang and make those murderers pay with blood!"

"Keep your voice down. You can't talk about this kind of thing casually. Mr. Zhang hasn't found out who did it yet. Let's see what happens first and don't get yourself into trouble."

Some of the people around nodded slightly, indicating their approval of this person's caution;
Some looked hesitant, faced with a difficult choice between revenge and self-preservation.

However, these sounds were too weak and were soon swallowed up by the oppressive and almost suffocating atmosphere, dissipating in every corner of the mourning hall.

Mr. Zhang, the main organizer of the memorial service and the current leader of the Green Gang, was busy greeting guests who came to pay their respects.

He was dressed in a black robe with a white cloth belt around his waist. He looked solemn and serious, showing the demeanor of a senior in the martial arts world.

He was seen walking hurriedly back and forth among the crowd, with his hands clasped together, nodding to the guests continuously and expressing sincere thanks.

Just as he was busy greeting a big businessman, a loud and clear voice suddenly came from outside the mourning hall: "Mr. Shen Lang from Pudong Group has arrived!" Upon hearing the announcement "Mr. Shen Lang from Pudong Group has arrived!", the already solemn and dignified mourning hall instantly rippled.

Xiaoliu immediately looked up, his eyes full of hope.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Zhang immediately stopped talking with the business tycoon, his face turned stern, and he turned around and walked quickly towards the door of the mourning hall.

His black robe swayed with his steps, and the white cloth belt around his waist became more and more eye-catching. Every step he took was steady and powerful, showing the majesty and style of the leader of the Qing Gang.

Arriving before Shen Lang, Second Master Zhang clasped his hands together and bowed slightly, his attitude respectful yet dignified. He said in a clear voice, "Mr. Shen's presence is truly an honor to our humble home! It is an honor for my eldest and third brothers, and also for me, Zhang, to have Mr. Shen come to offer his condolences today."

After saying that, he put on a warm smile on his face and stared at Shen Lang, trying to catch something from the other's expression.

Shen Lang, wearing a neat black suit, walked into the mourning hall with steady steps.

He replied, "Mr. Zhang, you are very polite. Mr. Lu and Mr. Wang were both well-known figures in Shanghai. Now that they have unfortunately passed away, it is natural for me, Shen, to come and see them off."

The voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard in every corner of the mourning hall, as if it was speaking into everyone's ears.

The guests in the mourning hall had different reactions when they heard Shen Lang's arrival.

Some business tycoons who have business dealings with Shen Lang on a daily basis and are well aware of his power all showed expressions of respect.

A middle-aged businessman with a portly figure and wearing an expensive suit hurriedly adjusted his tie and bowed slightly.

His eyes were filled with respect as he whispered to his companion, "Mr. Shen's position in Shanghai is extremely important. His presence today shows how much he values ​​Mr. Lu and Mr. Wang."

The companions next to him nodded repeatedly, their eyes also full of awe.

Some of the small leaders in the underworld gangs had a flash of shock in their eyes.

Although they had long heard of Shen Lang's name, they rarely saw this influential figure in person.

Seeing Shen Lang appear at this moment, they were all shocked and couldn't help whispering to each other.

One of the young and energetic leaders lowered his voice and said to his brother beside him, "Is this Shen Lang? He really has an extraordinary aura. I've only heard of his ruthless methods before, but I've never seen him in person."

The brother beside him hurriedly pulled at the corner of his clothes, signaling him to speak in a low voice, with a hint of panic in his eyes.

"Shh, keep your voice down. Shen Lang is a petty person. I heard that someone named Yi offended him yesterday, and not only did he kill his men, but he also had to leave in disgrace. He really left."

"Ah? Then I have to be careful."

Of course, there are also suspicious people among the crowd.

The people from the Qing Gang stood in the corner, staring at Shen Lang with cold eyes.

One of the men, a stern-looking old man with a goatee, snorted coldly and said to the two beside him, "Shen Lang's arrival is suspicious. The deaths of my eldest and third brothers might be related to him. Are you here today just to see a joke?"

Another burly man frowned and agreed, "That makes sense. I heard Shen Lang has been expanding his territory recently, and this has caused quite a few conflicts with our Qing Gang's business. We can't just let this go."

A more cautious middle-aged man nearby whispered, "Don't talk nonsense without evidence. Shen Lang is not someone we can easily provoke. I heard he's petty."

Just finished speaking.

Suddenly, a voice came from my ear: "You say I'm narrow-minded?"

The three of them looked up.

Suddenly, a chill ran from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

The person who came was actually Shen Lang!
He didn't even know when he appeared in front of her!

(End of this chapter)