"Then I'll go first. I have to continue attending the funeral."
Zhu Mo stood up and held down Wen Ting who was about to stand up: "Tell Wen Zhong the conditions I offer before you leave."
"Yes! Don't worry, I'll call right now." Wen Ting agreed with a smile.
"Okay. Number Seven, you stay and take good care of Mr. Wen."
After giving the instructions, Zhu Mo led everyone out of the office.
"Master, take care~"
After saying goodbye to Zhu Mo, he turned around and saw the stern face of No. 7.
Without Zhu Mo, No. 7's attitude became even worse.
She had no idea of respecting the elderly and said coldly, "Call quickly, old man."
"Oh...Okay."
Although he was somewhat dissatisfied, Wen Ting did not dare to take advantage of his seniority with this woman.
Although she looks short and harmless, she is by no means a simple person.
Because Zhu Mo has been calling her Number Seven since the beginning.
You should know that the group that the Zhu family refers to with numbers is most likely the Jingwei group.
He can't afford to offend the people from the Jingwei group, because each of them is a murderer without blinking an eye.
It’s better to just listen and call.
Zhu Mo called Wen Zhong in his office for nearly an hour and finally ended the call with a dry mouth.
He was originally thinking of asking for some water to drink, but he never expected that No. 7 would start to see him off as soon as he finished his phone call.
He had no choice but to walk out carrying the wooden box weighing nearly seven or eight kilograms.
When Wen Ting arrived at the elevator, he found that all the elevators were showing as under maintenance.
He held the wooden box between his legs and leaned on a crutch, glancing at Number Seven for help.
Number 7 shrugged and said, "I forgot to tell you that the company has started to rest, and the elevator will be out of service for a week."
"Then...how do we get down?" Wen Ting asked anxiously.
Number 7 showed an evil smile on his cute face, looked behind him and said with a smile: "Take the stairs~"
"What! Stairs?"
Wen Ting was completely panicked, his legs were shaking: "This is the top floor, how can I take the stairs to the 45th floor?"
"Then you will wait here for a week, but no one will provide you with food. If you want to stay, you will have to sleep on the floor."
After saying this coldly, No. 7 hurried away.
"Hey, little beauty! Can you help me hold the wooden box? I'll give you money, okay?"
No matter what he said, No. 7 left without looking back.
Wen Ting stamped his feet in anger, but there was nothing he could do.
I had to walk down the stairs carefully...
While walking down the stairs, he cursed: "Zhu Mo, don't think I don't know you did this on purpose. Just wait and see!"
"You little bastard, do you think you can make me die here?"
Tightening the wooden box in his arm, Wen Ting took two steps and sat on the steps to rest for a while.
...
"Let us remember the deceased Mr. Zhu Yu..."
The pastor standing on the stage read the eulogy with tears in his eyes.
Zhu Mo, who was sitting in the front row, had a bored look on his face. From the beginning, his eyes were fixed on the old guy who was sitting far away in the same row.
The old guy seemed to have noticed his gaze and was deliberately avoiding it, constantly wiping the sweat from his face with a handkerchief.
"Master, number seven called."
The person sitting next to Zhu Mo handed over the phone respectfully.
Zhu Mo took the call: "What's going on?"
"Master, I didn't expect that the old man was so powerful. He could actually walk out of the building after walking a few steps and taking a rest." said No. 7 on the phone.
"Well, which floor is he on now?"
"On the 5th floor, about to go down to the 1st floor." No. 7 replied.
Zhu Mo thought for a moment and then said, "I see. When he wants to go downstairs, help push him."
"clear!"
"Just tell the Wen family that you died from the fall." Zhu Mo said and hung up the phone.
"Um..." Zhu Mo threw the phone to his subordinate beside him, and glanced at the old guy in the distance in the same row.
Seeing that the head of the family had something to say, the people around him immediately came closer and waited for Zhu Mo to give orders.
"Let's kill Zhu Heng while there's still time. We can hold his funeral there as well." Zhu Mo said calmly.
"But... Zhu Huan believes in Buddhism. Isn't it a bit inappropriate to hold the ceremony in such an occasion..." asked the subordinate beside him.
"So should I just believe in Jesus for one day today? It should be fine for just one day, right?"
Everyone was speechless and praised the head of the family for his wisdom.
"What are you still sitting there for? Get started."
Upon hearing Zhu Mo's order, his men attacked the trembling Zhu Heng with great momentum.
"Ahhhh! Zhu Mo, you will not die well..."
Zhu Mo’s main goal now is to eliminate all unstable factors within the organization.
Only by having absolute say in the Zhu family can we continue to develop.
You have to know that his biggest worry is Chu Tian. Given that guy's character, he will come to take revenge sooner or later.
Moreover, Zhu Shang is dead. Judging from the current situation, it is only a matter of time before the Elders Council abolishes the restrictions on the entry of people with special abilities.
There are many forces abroad that want to cause trouble for the Zhu family. If the family's internal problems are not resolved yet and they have to deal with external forces, something bad is bound to happen.
Fortunately, thanks to old man Wen Ting, the Wen family has been driven out of Tianjing. From now on, the Zhu family is the only overlord of Tianjing City.
Zhu Mo has been thinking about the future of the Zhu family...
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