"Chen Qi, get out of here!"

"This is not a place for you to run wild!"

Chen Huaien pointed at his nose and said he was about to kick him out.

"Stop!" Chen Shoutin suddenly spoke up from the side.

"Shut up! This is the main hall, not the ancestral hall. If you have anything to say, go to the ancestral hall!"

Chen Shouting's single sentence silenced the two of them.

He gave Chen Qi a deep look. Although he had come today to fight for power, it wasn't the right time yet.

Many prominent figures from Yuncheng who came to offer their congratulations wore expressions of anticipation, as if they were watching a good show.

Unexpectedly, the clan meeting hadn't even started yet, and already there was a strong sense of tension.

This is going to be interesting!

"Son...son, carry me to the ancestral hall, I need to convene a Chen clan meeting!"

Suddenly, Chen Shou'an, who was lying on the hospital bed pretending to be asleep, spoke.

One sentence was enough to startle Chen Qi so much that he took several steps back and almost lost his footing.

That old bastard is still alive!

Why doesn't he just hurry up and die!

With him dead, the Chen family's empire will belong to my father!

Although Chen Qi thought this in his heart, he dared not say it out loud.

What is Chen Shou'an's strength?

What if you suddenly jump up and slap yourself to death before you die?

He was one of the most powerful grandmasters in Nanjiang. If he were alive, he wouldn't have a say here.

"Dad! Don't say anything!"

"I'll have someone carry you over right away!" Chen Huaien said with a worried expression, wiping away his tears.

Several guards from the Chen family came out, carried the sickbed, and went directly into the Chen clan ancestral hall.

Chen Huaien hurriedly followed, and after they went inside, Chen Shouting finally put on a hypocritical act.

"Hahaha!"

"Son, what's the rush?"

"Judging from his appearance, he'll probably pass away within half a day!"

"At that time, who will be able to compete with us?"

"The position of head of the Chen family is not yet mine!"

"Let's wait! Let him die first!"

Chen Shouting doesn't dare to jump yet, what if Chen Shouan comes back to life?

As they spoke, the two hurriedly entered the ancestral hall.

Soon, almost the entire Chen family had arrived, except for Chen Huai'en's younger brother, Chen Huai'ren.

Ye Feng smiled calmly: "This Chen Qi is too cowardly!"

"Even if he had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare to set up such a large formation in the Chen family!"

Chen Shoutin and Chen Qi are cut from the same cloth; both are cowards. So now, it's almost certain that Chen Huai-ren set up the formation.

Suddenly, a large convoy of cars came to a stop outside the Chen family's gate.

Immediately afterwards, two figures stepped out of the lead convoy and entered the Chen family compound.

Su Charlie and the four or five Southeast Asian masters also got down from their seats in the back row.

"Mr. Zakun!"

"Please come in!" Su Charlie gestured for Zakun, who was in the lead, to go inside.

He treated the Chen family as if it were his own, completely disregarding the gazes and expressions of others.

Several Chen family guards rushed forward and, upon seeing their attire, immediately stopped them: "Halt! Who are you?"

"Get out of my way!"

"Slap!" Su Charlie slapped one of the guards, sending him flying.

He was also a martial artist, having learned some martial arts from a master in Southeast Asia, but Su Charlie's cultivation level was too low. After practicing for five or six years, he was still only a Body Tempering Realm martial artist.

However, dealing with a few Chen family guards is a piece of cake!

"Didn't you see Mr. Chen is here?"

"We are Mr. Chen's friends, so of course we have come to pay our respects to Mr. Chen!"

"Get out of my way!"

Su Charlie glared fiercely at the guards, who, seeing Chen Huai Ren beside them, also put away their weapons and made way for him.

Who are those people?

"Judging from their clothes, they seem to be from out of town!"

Several wealthy men from Yuncheng looked at Charlie Su and the other Southeast Asian masters with puzzled expressions.

"What do you mean, 'from out of town'?"

“Charlie Sue is doing business in Southeast Asia! I’ve met these people before!”

"I heard they are from a powerful force in Southeast Asia!"

"These people are not to be trifled with!"

Many people stared at Su Charlie warily, not daring to speak loudly.

With his hands behind his back, Zakun quickly entered the Chen family compound amidst the compliments of Su Chali and Chen Huai Ren.

The Chen family ancestral hall was filled with people on both sides of the main hall.

Some people had long faces and red eyes, while others were expressionless, as if waiting for something.

"Huai En!"

"Is everyone here?" Chen Shouan asked weakly.

"Dad! Second brother is still missing!"

Just then, a figure with his head held high stepped into the ancestral hall, followed by Charlie Su and the other Southeast Asian masters.

"Stop!"

"Second brother, who are these people?" Chen Huaien asked Su Charlie immediately, his hostility turning into a hostility.

They were very familiar with these clothes; the Blood Fiend Worshipper had worn the same robes as them that day.

"I am Su Charlie!"

"I heard that Old Master Chen is not doing well!"

"Come and take a look!"

"How compassionate you are! Master Chen, how come you suddenly became bedridden?"

A slight smile appeared on Su Charlie's lips.

"Our Chen family does not welcome people like you!"

"Get out!" Chen Huaien said without flinching.

"go out?"

"We came to pay our respects to Master Chen with good intentions, and you actually turned us away!"

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