"Grandson, don't worry, I will definitely avenge you this hatred!"

Everyone in the Peng Mansion surrounded the side, lowering their heads together, as if they were imagining silence. The lobby of the Peng Mansion was silent, as if they were dead.

Peng Liangchao used the highest funeral standards in the Han Dynasty to bury his grandson Peng Qiulai.

The Peng family's influence in the imperial capital was that there were many families who came to offer elegiac couplets, and dense wreaths and elegiac couplets filled the four walls of the funeral home.

Peng Qiulai had never appeared in front of everyone from the parking lot to the ground.

He locked himself in the study alone. On the desk in front of him were photos of Peng Qiulai's childhood. He was sad alone, and his hair gradually turned gray.

Shortly after Peng Qiulai was buried, Peng Liangchao took Peng Xu to Nanzhou, and this time, Nanzhou and his group were to avenge Peng Qiu.

Peng Liangchao and Peng Xu got off the plane, and a man in a flowery suit walked up to him.

The man in a flower suit had a cigarette on his mouth and a gold chain as thick as a little finger hanging around his neck. He pushed up his sunglasses on his nose and smiled disdainfully.

"Are you the head of the Peng family?"

Peng Xu couldn't help feeling a little unhappy when he saw this man in the flower suit with such a contemptuous attitude.

He took a step forward and rebuked, "Put your attitude respectfully!"

"hey-hey!"

The man in the flower suit smiled coldly, then spitted the half of the cigarette he held onto the ground. Before his smile could dissipate, he slapped Peng Xu in the face with a "slap".

The force of this slap was really unclear, and it made Peng Xu's eyes appear and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"This is Qiannan, not your imperial capital! This slap in my face is to teach you a lesson and make you be more honest in the future!"

As he said that, the man in the flower suit pointed his finger at his feet and continued, "Here, I don't care what you are from the Peng family or the Wang family or the Li family. What I said here is the king's law!"

A hint of anger appeared on Peng Liangchao's face.

But the man in the flower suit did not exaggerate. In Qiannan, everything was controlled by the undead organization.

It is no exaggeration to say that the Undead Organization is an emperor-like existence in this place, and no one dares to disobey the orders of the Undead Organization.

Qiannan is a country with "three no-couns" in the world. It is located at the junction of three countries. The domestic personnel composition is also extremely complex. There are native natives, people who have committed serious crimes in other countries and smuggled in them. Some people who are engaged in illegal and criminal activities have set up their strongholds in this country.

In this country, the common people are in dire straits, and only armed forces can gain a foothold in this place.

"Then please take me to see Boss Liu."

Peng Liang Chao suppressed the anger in his heart and said with a laugh.

At the same time, he took out a check from his pocket and handed it to the man in the flower suit in front of him.

"This is a little hard work, I hope you don't dislike me!"

The man in the flower suit lowered his eyes and glanced at the amount of the check in Peng Liangchao's hand, and a smile appeared on his face.

He took the check from Peng Liangchao's hand, and then slapped Peng Xu's forehead twice with the check.

"Boy, have you seen it? Even your master must be respectful to me!"
Chapter completed!