"Zhou Lu, I'm going back to Tianjing City now."

"Guard your home well. There may be a group of dangerous guys who will attack the Yu family."

"Yes, young master." Although he didn't know the purpose of Zhu Mo's sudden call and order, Zhou Lu naturally had to do things according to the orders of the head of the family.

As soon as he got on the private plane, Zhu Mo asked Xiao Zhao, "Where is Xiang Fan?"

"Master, Xiang Fan is in Long City. He is responsible for reorganizing Zhu Chi's industries and old subordinates in Long City."

"Okay, call him and tell him to get back to Tianjing City as soon as possible after he's sorted out."

After saying that, Zhu Mo immediately called Han Ningchu.

"Senior, where are you?"

Hearing Zhu Mo's slightly uneasy and anxious voice coming from the phone, Han Ningchu replied: "I'm at the airport in Long City, and I'm going back to Changning City."

"Okay, my thoughts are a bit confused now... Anyway, you should be careful recently. There is a group of strange guys who are very dangerous. I don't have any information about them at the moment. I only know that they are wearing dark green waterproof clothes and belong to a force called Shengdu."

"Holy City... I understand. I'll keep an eye on it, and I'll have someone check it out when I get back."

It was the first time that Han Ningchu heard Zhu Mo's voice filled with tension and anxiety, and he couldn't help but feel worried.

"Brother Xiang, Zhu Mo asked you to return to Tianjing City as soon as you are done with your work."

Xiang Fan, who came to see him off, nodded and agreed: "Okay, I will be back as early as tomorrow morning."

"Did...something happen?"

"Well, it seems that a new group of enemies have appeared. Currently, we only know that they are wearing dark green waterproof clothing."

Biting his lower lip, Han Ningchu said goodbye to Xiang Fan: "Then I'll leave first. After dealing with the Han family's affairs, I will also take people to Tianjing City."

"Okay, Master Han, please be safe."

After seeing Han Ningchu off, Xiang Fan got in his car and planned to rush back to Zhu Chi’s head office in Long City.

Driving on the roads of Long City in a luxury car.

But not long after, the car stopped due to traffic jam.

Xiang Fan glanced at his watch anxiously, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes almost pulled into a ball: "Xiao Li, what's going on ahead? Why is it so congested?"

The driver scratched his head in bewilderment: "I don't know... I'll go down and take a look."

After saying that, the driver got out of the car to check the situation.

The car in the front frantically honked at the people in front, cursing: "Damn, are these people crazy? Blocking traffic on the main road?"

After cursing for a while, he seemed to see clearly what those people were doing: "Wait...what are these guys doing? They seem to be carrying a coffin?"

The body was like a wall, and the sturdy man with a broad back and wearing clean black cloth had his eyes slightly closed.

He placed one hand on his left chest, lowered his head and murmured, "Respected Earth God Guanbu, I take you home in the name of my Lord."

"Open the coffin!"

The sturdy man lowered his voice, and after hearing the order, two rows of people wearing dark green waterproof suits squatted down at the same time and lifted the huge wooden coffin that fell on the ground.

The coffin is made of expensive black gold wood and the exterior is painted with thick bronze patterns.

It symbolizes supreme power and status, and represents respect and remembrance for the deceased earth gods.

They ignored the traffic jams and the constant insults and frantic horn honking behind them.

He just quietly carried the coffin and moved forward slowly, his steps steady and powerful.

"Mr. Xiang, there are people carrying a coffin in front..."

Xiang Fan looked surprised, put on his gentleman's hat and sighed, "Forget it, I'll run back. You can come back when the traffic is not jammed."

"yes!"

As Xiang Fan got off the car, there was a sudden thunderstorm in the sky, followed by loud thunder and then raindrops as big as beans falling from the sky.

Xiang Fan looked up at the sky in a daze, muttering, "It's raining suddenly. Why do I have such a bad feeling?"

"I want to see who is so strange as to carry a coffin on the main road."

Walking on the street, Xiang Fan looked towards the center of the road and indeed saw a group of people carrying a coffin.

"What a bunch of weird guys..." Xiang Fan sneered and prepared to leave quickly.

But after taking only two steps, he suddenly stopped.

He looked at the pedestrians again with surprise in his eyes.

"etc..."

"The enemies that Patriarch Han just mentioned are the ones wearing dark green waterproof clothes, right..."

Xiang Fan then realized that except for the strong man in the front who was wearing black clothes, the other people carrying the coffin were all wearing dark green waterproof clothes.

Is it just a coincidence?

Just as Xiang Fan's eyes widened, the sturdy man in black cloth turned his head slightly and stared at him with his eyes as fierce and ferocious as a beast.

The corners of his mouth curled up in a strange arc.

Xiang Fan's pupils suddenly shrank when he sensed something was wrong.

A dark green figure suddenly appeared and was flying towards him without any warning.

Xiang Fan reacted and immediately stretched out his hand to attack the flying figure.

Chirp...Bang!

Suddenly, an explosion sounded and flames shot up into the sky.

However, the figure was not hurt at all. He rushed out from the thick smoke and took out a black knife to chop.

Xiang Fan instantly dropped the dagger from his sleeve and easily took the blow. Looking at the enemy in front of him who was wearing a dark green waterproof suit and whose entire face was covered by a hat, Xiang Fan was shocked.

This guy is actually a saint, and his strength is unmatched by any ordinary saint.

How could such a strong guy suddenly appear?

After hearing this guy let out a strange laugh, he continued to wave the black knife in his hand at him. Every knife was aimed directly at the vital points and the attack angle was extremely tricky.

But he was obviously showing off his sword in front of Guan Gong. After all, Xiang Fan had won the title of King of Assassins in the past, and he had never met many opponents in close combat.

Soon, Xiang Fan gained an overwhelming advantage in the duel.

Just as he was about to kill the man with his own hands, the ground beneath his feet suddenly collapsed. Xiang Fan was caught off guard and stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

At this moment, another figure wearing the same dark green waterproof jacket was behind him, holding a black knife and slashing at him.