Chapter 1232: It was done by Patriarch Jiang
This is self-confidence. It may seem a bit abrupt, but it is actually a manifestation of self-confidence.
Especially when these words came from Xiang Zhenhai's mouth, there was no problem at all, because he usually didn't talk, but as the King of Southeast, whenever he spoke, his words carried weight.
Everyone has to give him face, no matter who they are.
Old man Jiang frowned, turned around and stared at Xiang Zhenhai coldly.
"Chief Jiang, there has never been a case of anyone breaking into a meeting place. Since these people dare to break in, why not listen to what they want to say?" Xiang Zhenhai said lightly.
"Haha, Zhenhai is right. All the clan leaders are here." Old man Jiang laughed.
The coldness in his eyes also disappeared, but it did not prevent him from staring deeply.
He knew that Xiang Zhenhai would be the true King of Southeast in the future, and that the Xiang family's development would experience an unprecedented leap.
There is helplessness in the gaze, but more of it is affirmation.
Perhaps in the eyes of Old Man Jiang, Xiang Zhenhai has always been the most sober among the family leaders, and also the one who is the most dormant.
Whether it is his judgment of things or his control of opportunities, it is admirable.
"Okay, you can speak now." Xiang Zhenhai said to the dozen or so death warriors: "All the clan leaders are here, and we will definitely give you fairness, but-"
After saying these two words, his face darkened.
Let's put things one way and say what we want to say. No one will make things difficult for them in front of all the clan leaders.
But after that, he would die, because trespassing would be dealt with severely. Otherwise, where would the rules be? If they weren't dealt with this time, wouldn't anyone be able to trespass in the future?
“Thank you, Chief Xiang!”
"Thank you, leaders, for giving us the opportunity to speak!"
The leading man clasped his fists, his eyes filled with grief and anger, and expressed his gratitude to everyone.
"I'm Qiu Wu, a tomb raider from the Qimen Sect. Everyone who came with me is from the Qimen Sect. We were the ones who blew up your ancestral tombs!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience went into an uproar.
No one dreamed that this was the person who blew up their ancestral grave.
"You're so brave! I want your life!"
"Come on, tie up these bastards. I'm going to torture them slowly!"
“…”
The ancestral tomb is the habitat of the ancestors. The descendants were very cautious and did not dare to disturb it. But it was blown up by the people of Qimen Sect. Who could tolerate this?
This is not a matter of face, but a matter of great revenge.
Forget about blowing up your ancestral graves. If you dare to chop down a tree on someone else's grave, try it! Whoever chops it down will have their hand broken!
Ancestors mean a lot to Oriental people. Even if they are just that when they are alive, it will be a different story once they are buried.
Hundreds of clan leaders rushed forward, and the venue was in chaos.
Just when they were about to surround Qiu Wushi and his men, Xiang Zhenhai stepped in front of them and shouted at them.
"Stand back—"
"Chief Xiang, they blew up our ancestral tomb."
"I have to kill these bastards with my own hands!"
"It's not just these few people. The Qimen Sect must pay the price for this. Since when did a dog dare to bite its master..."
Everyone was very excited and wanted to drink his blood and eat his flesh.
They established a Pure Land to deal with the bombing of their ancestral graves, and then went abroad to seek revenge, investing countless money and energy, and now they have finally seen the murderer.
"Don't you want to know who's behind this?"
"Do these dozen people dare to blow up our ancestral tombs? Even if we tear them to pieces now, what will happen? Everyone, step back and wait for them to finish speaking."
After Xiang Zhenhai's words, the clan leaders finally calmed down.
Obviously, these dozen or so people are just small characters, and the same goes for the Qimen Sect. If there is no one behind the scenes instructing them, they would not dare to touch their ancestral graves.
“Kill them!”
"I can't stand this for even a second!"
There were more than twenty clan leaders who ignored the advice and rushed forward directly, even drawing the knives hidden at their waists.
"Let's see who dares to move."
Lu Xiaoqi roared, and dozens of bodyguards rushed in from outside, blocking the clan leaders who were about to kill people.
"Patriarch Lu, what do you mean?"
"No one can touch them until the culprit behind this is found out!"
"Anything else to investigate? The Qimen Sect received a favor from Lei Zhen, so the mastermind behind this must be Lei Zhen!"
Facing these twenty or so clan leaders who were about to kill someone, Lu Xiaoqi's eyes were filled with coldness. He took a step forward, and the aura of the King of Northeast suddenly surged out.
"I said no one can touch them until the investigation is complete. Didn't you understand? So many clan leaders have gone back to their seats. Do we need you to step forward and uphold justice?"
"Whoever wants to kill these people is most likely the culprit because they are afraid of the truth!"
His voice was low and cold, his eyes full of scrutiny.
These more than twenty clan leaders are all from the east, which means they are all Old Man Jiang’s men.
The rumors are still there, and their eagerness to kill people has made other clan leaders wonder: Who did it?
If it was done by Lei Zhen, it would be completely understandable, because the betrayal of his family would make him do such a thing; if it was done by Patriarch Jiang, he would be blaming Lei Zhen and forcing him to leave.
Anyone can do this.
"Stand back."
Old Man Jiang's voice came from behind.
"yes!"
"yes!"
“…”
More than twenty clan leaders retreated, and order returned to the chaotic scene.
"Chief Lu, who do you think did it?" asked Old Man Jiang.
He knew in his heart that Lu Xiaoqi had completely turned to Lei Zhen and accepted the fact that his ancestral tomb had been bombed, choosing to compromise in the face of absolute force.
"Chief Jiang, this kind of thing can't be based on intuition. We need evidence." Lu Xiaoqi said in a deep voice, "Let's hear what Qiu Wu and the others have to say first."
At this point, he no longer cared about Old Man Jiang because Lei Zhen was not dead.
Since he is not dead, you can't blame Lu Xiaoqi for being disloyal. After all, his scandal is too big, and it involves his entire family, including the whole family.
"It was Patriarch Jiang who ordered us to do this!" Qiu Wu shouted. "He wanted to force Master to leave by framing him after blowing up the ancestral tomb. As long as Master leaves, no one will fight him."
The whole place was silent, and all eyes turned to Old Man Jiang.
A huge wave of emotion was stirred up in the hearts of countless people: It turned out to be the real Chief Jiang, who actually used such vicious means to force the gentleman to leave!
Rumors had long since taken root, and everyone was speculating, unsure of who had done it. But now someone had come forward to testify, and the eastern tribe leader had just tried to silence the witness...
It almost confirmed the truth that Old Man Jiang was the culprit behind the scenes. It even said that most people didn't even think about whether what Qiu Wu and others said was true or false.
"Nonsense, who do you think you are? You don't even have the qualifications to see our clan leader!" A clan leader from the east jumped out.
What he said was true. People like Qiu Wu were not qualified to meet Clan Leader Jiang, let alone the Clan Leader of a small family.
"What about me?"
"I testify that this matter was personally instructed to me by Patriarch Jiang, and I secretly arranged for someone to do it. My purpose was to force the gentleman away."
"Patriarch Jiang also promised to raise our Yao family to a clan after the success."
Yao Ziran, the leader of the Qianmen Sect and the Qimen School, walked in. He was dressed in a suit and tie that was meticulously done, and he even wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He was no longer in his usual casual attire.
At this moment, he was like a successful business tycoon, and his image did not allow for any casualness.
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