People are chess pieces, chess boards are in the country, and those who play chess are destiny.

You will never know where fate's hands will pick you up and put it on this huge chessboard and play what role. Tragedy or comedy, or being slaughtered is just a difference in fate. As a chess piece, you can laugh or scold you but you can't change anything.

Like a white paper fan, one step away from the power he had always dreamed of, but could touch him any more. Like Butler Fu, he had the lessons of the white paper fan, but he still clearly died in front of everyone. No matter what arrangements he made during his lifetime, it disappeared when Lao Mo stabbed him in the chest.

Old Fu died cleanly and understood that it had nothing to do with the Three Kings.

Therefore, Yuan Laojun could only accept this cruel fact silently. After all, at this time, he was forced to assassinate the Three Kings. Not only could he not convince the other brothers, but he would also be destroyed by the Three Kings on the spot. Therefore, they could only vent their anger on Mo Yidao and spread a big net to chase and kill them.

The three kings followed the trend and ordered everyone to intercept them everywhere and issued a pursuit order for the world. Of course, some people questioned how Mo Yidao hid in the coffin, but the three kings did not explain this issue and threw it directly to the old subordinate Yuan who was in charge of the matter. All the matters were done by the latter.

If you have any opinions, please contact the person in charge to hold it accountable.

The leader who was responsible for the preparation of the coffin and the selection of the tomb pit also looked bitter. He didn't know how Mo Yidao was hiding in the coffin. When they carried it in, they were obviously a white paper fan that had been dead for seven days, and no one would stare at the dead and study it. God knows that there would be a Mo Yidao inside?

Mo Yidao is the number one person who makes a fuss about death.

Therefore, the pressure of the Three Kings completely collapsed, and no one doubted them anymore.

However, some veteran leaders couldn't help frowning. Too many coincidences were suspected of being bloody, too many attacks and killings also had traces of deliberate actions. In the dark, it seemed like someone was arranging everything, but they naturally wouldn't talk too much without evidence.

Even if there is evidence, they will not reveal it. If someone really arranged the death of Baizhifan and Butler Fu, then the mastermind behind it is too powerful and scheming, and he will plot every step and everyone in place. This kind of sinister hero is definitely not something they can afford to provoke.

Even people like Lao Bai and Lao Fu were killed without any trace, and they would only die tragically. The powerful black hand was like the Buddha's palm, turning his hands into clouds and rain, so they would rather choose to believe that Butler Fu was killed by Mo Yidao than to go to the bottom of it.

In order to live two more years, they also decided to lean against the Three Kings.

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It was late at night, and the King of Western Paradise walked into a wing room alone. It was filled with smoke and incense. There was a man standing in the wing room, a Tang-style old man who was extremely familiar to the King of Western Paradise. He looked up at the door and looked up at the Buddha on the wall and muttered something. The King of Western Paradise did not disturb him in silence.

She quietly closed the door and stood and waited with a respectful look on her face.

After a long time, the old man in Tangyi slowly turned around, his eyes calmly and could not see any depth, but the momentum emitted was awe-inspiring. He looked at the Western King and sat in front of her. When the latter bowed respectfully, the old man waved her to sit down: "No need to be polite! Sit!"

The King of the West sat down obediently: "Thank you, King Ming."

This person is King Ming of Zhou of the Zhou Dynasty. No one expected that he would appear in London, England. What time left behind on his face was not vicissitudes and age, but a kind of wisdom and sophistication. He smiled gently and threw out two sentences endlessly: "Is Mr. Fu dead? Are you convinced?"

"Dead! I'm convinced!"

A wry smile flashed across the King of Westerners' face and nodded in response: "I didn't know Chu Tian's terrible until tonight. Whether it was the white paper fan, the Butler Fu or us, we knew that he would attack Lao Bai and Lao Fu, and the latter had taken full precautions, but the result was still an irreversible death."

She took a deep breath and sighed: "It is not difficult to kill Baizhifan and Butler Fu. Any of the three kings can do it, but it is natural to kill them. The three of us asked ourselves that we could not do it even if we joined forces. Lao Bai was killed by the mafia, and Lao Fu was killed by Mo with one knife."

"The two died clearly and cleanly, so people couldn't hold on to the handle."

With the Western King's incredibly emotional and cheering, King Ming of Zhou always maintained peace, and then responded with a faint smile: "That's right! These two attacks are indeed beautiful, but what is most appreciated is the motive for the two being killed, the Southern King! The mafia was worried that the white paper would slap the Southern King and attack."

"Frog, Mo Yidao is unwilling to let Butler Fu take over and attacks him."

King Ming of Zhou turned his fingers slightly and added meaningfully: "This motive for murder is completely tenable and can block the mouths of more than a thousand hall masters. I was curious about what reason Chu Tian would use to kill people, but he could not have easily destroyed the two of them just by throwing a bone."

The King of Westerners was stunned, and thought deeper and sighed: "Beautiful."

"I'm not doing anything this time, for two reasons."

King Ming of Zhou's mind turned quickly, and his tone was plain: "First, I promised Chu Tian no longer involves Heshengtang affairs and give him absolute autonomy! Second, I know that you have some doubts about his ability in your heart, just like the Zhou Dynasty."

"So you are convinced by this."

The King of Westerners nodded and smiled: "I'm completely convinced!" Then she teased and added: "After all, I have seen Chu Tian's amazing means. If I don't want to die like Lao Bai and Lao Fu in the future, so it's better to support him. I think the rest of the hall masters have this mentality."

"Go and take Yuan Bolang to complete the final procedure."

King Ming of Zhou looked at the Western King indifferently and spoke clearly: "Let Chu Tian take over He Shengtang smoothly; and, if you want to come to see me in the future, it is better to say hello to Chu Tian, ​​so as not to think that I am still secretly taking over He Shengtang, which will destroy my cooperative relationship with him."

The Western King looked furious, and then lowered his head and replied, "I understand."

After the Western King left respectfully, King Ming of Zhou turned around and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window glass, with a warm smile on his lips, looking down at the lights in London, and murmured to himself: "Chu Tian, ​​Chu Tian, ​​you didn't disappoint me. I hope you can establish the power of China in London."

When King Ming of Zhou was sighing in the face of the starry sky, Mo Yidao looked at Chu Tian calmly: "Why did you take me in? Do you know the consequences and the price?"

In a black car, Chu Tian smiled slightly and threw a bottle of vodka to Mo Yidao: "I only care about my interest in doing things, it doesn't matter the price! You accidentally gave me a big problem, butler Fu, what's the point? And I can withstand any price!"

Mo Yidao had more than ten minor injuries to the old and new body, and his body showed weakness and fatigue. When he saw vodka, he immediately poured two mouthfuls into him. He was not worried that Chu Tian would poison him. With Chu Tian's domineeringness, killing him Mo Yidao is no different from killing a dog, so he drank this wine very comfortably.

When the spirits are in your stomach, you will feel a little more energetic.

Mo Yidao looked at the scenery outside that was constantly retreating, and then at Chu Tian's calm look. He seemed to have realized something: "I can kill Butler Fu without intention. In fact, I should thank the young marshal for secretly letting water. Otherwise, with the strictness of the Three Kings, I would not be able to get into the coffin even if I stand up for the corpse."

"At least, I can't escape the cemetery after the assassination."

Chu Tian did not answer these questions directly, but just leaned on the seat and spoke: "You can kill Butler Fu is purely lucky, and it has nothing to do with me and the Three Kings. It's like you were able to bleed from the surround of the white paper fan that day, it was because God didn't want you to die so soon."

That day? Fight out of the bloody path?

Mo Yidao suddenly realized that he understood why he could escape the pursuit of the white paper fan. That day, hundreds of people carried guns to surround him, but as he marched, the Bai guards kept falling down, allowing him to calmly break out a gap. It must be Chu Tian who secretly helped him.

Then he thought of the frog finding him help two days ago,

Now it seems that everything is being pushed by Chu Tian in secret.

"How did you know I would be chased by a white paper fan?"

Mo Yidao raised his head and looked at Chu Tian. If Chu Tian had not known that he was in danger, he secretly sent someone to help run away. It would be almost impossible for him to break out of the manor that day. Chu Tian calmly met his gaze: "You can't kill me, and you still want to get out of the vortex, and the white paper fan will definitely kill you."

Mo Yidao nodded silently. He finally understood that starting from the attack on Chu Tian,

He became Chu Tian’s chess piece, an irreversible piece!


Chapter completed!