2046, Hong Kong.

This is an elf-like magic hand, pale and slender fingers, jumping on the black and white piano keys at dazzling high speed. A string of powerful and moving notes are like fireworks, passing through the colorful lights, at one o'clock in the middle of the night.

In the Blue Moon Bar, passion gushed between the waists of all kinds of men and women twisting wildly.

The other hand was also busy, stroking the snow-white thighs of the beautiful bar owner Yu Yu, who was leaning against the piano, and was lightly beaten on his silky satin-like leg muscles.

Laurel was wearing a low-cut red tight-fitting shirt, a slit black lace miniskirt wrapped around her plump buttocks, her sexy lips half open, staring lazyly at the boy who was sitting in front of the piano, playing with his left hand and not idle with his right hand.

Yui suddenly bit the boy's ear and shouted sweetly: "Tahara, don't leave tonight, is that okay?"

The boy raised his head and shook his head with a smile. He looked handsome, had luxurious clothes, pale skin, and had a kind of soft and delicate beauty like a woman.

A look of disappointment suddenly appeared on Yuegui's face, and she said coquettishly: "I am overestimating my ability. How could Feng Zhaohara, the second son of the Feng family, one of the famous four major families in Hong Kong, favor me, an ordinary bar owner?"

Fengzhaohara frowned and sighed, "Yuela, you don't know. I never think that our Feng family has any distinctiveness. What four major families are just a gang of underworld."

Yue Gui shook her head: "No matter what kind of underworld and white doctrine he is, as long as he is rich and powerful, it's fine. If it weren't for you, Mr. Fengzhaoyuan, my Blue Moon Bar would have been closed long ago."

"My name is useless. I have never cared about family affairs, and I am not interested in those who fight and kill."

"I heard that your elder brother Feng Keye has become very famous in the underworld. Don't blame me for not reminding you that although he is your father's adopted son, it is not good to say that the Feng family's property will be swallowed up by him, a foreigner."

Feng Zhaoyuan took photos of Yue Luo's fragrant buttocks and said indifferently: "Don't talk nonsense. Although my brother doesn't get a lot from me, the relationship between us and our brothers has always been good. Besides, I have never cared about the Feng family's industry. Only music is my life."

Yuya sighed a long sigh, and Feng Zhaoyuan made a series of beautiful notes like a stream of spring on the keys: "I will participate in the Chopin Piano Competition in Poland next month, so I have no time to think about these boring things."

Lu Yu Nan'tie Jun pressed his plump breasts on his arms and said in a slight voice: "Is it boring to be with me? Is it really lonely?"

With a loud bang, the bar door was violently knocked open, and more than a dozen big men in black suits rushed in, all of whom were panicked and anxious:

"Second Young Master, something is wrong!"

Feng Zhaoyuan was slightly stunned and said, "What happened?"

The leading man wiped the sweat beads of his forehead and stuttered: "Master, Master, he is over!"

"What?"

Feng Zhaohara's whole body shook violently, and the lights rotating from the ceiling hit his face, and there was no trace of blood.

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Fengfu is a luxurious villa located in Qingshui Bay, with a magnificent view of the sea. The villa is surrounded by bodyguards in black suits, walking back and forth to patrol.

The iron gate of the quasi-wei tent and infrared surveillance were also blown out of the car and rushed into the villa.

The hall was brightly lit. On the snow-white Italian marble floor, a coffin of rosewood was lying in shock. An old man with a rosy face was sleeping quietly in the coffin, and his mouth and nose had already stopped breathing.

"father!"

Feng Zhaoyuan suddenly showed a look of horror on her face, and her lips kept trembling, as if she had seen a ghost.

The old man's face was as blushed as a ball of fire, as if the blood in his skin was about to seep out, and there were no scars all over his body. Countless densely packed small insects crawled over his body, squirming his fat body, which was creepy.

Feng Zhaoyuan cried out: "What's going on? How did Dad become like this? Who did it?"

"Second Young Master, you're finally back."

A middle-aged man standing with his hands behind his back in the hall said coldly. He was wearing a weird retro black robe, with a thin face, and his eyes were like two dark green ghost fires, flashing with strange light.

Feng Zhaoyuan cried and said, "Mr. Wu, what's going on?"

"Second brother, you get up first."

A handsome and tall and burly young man helped Feng Zhaoyuan up. His eyes were swollen and his voice was choked: "Dad drove to Causeway Bay at midnight today to negotiate territory division with Duan Heng. There was nothing unusual on the way back, and he was talking and laughing. Who would have thought that as soon as he walked into the house, he suddenly fell to the ground and died suddenly."

Mr. Wu, wearing a black robe, said in a sequel: "The boss may have been secretly cast by someone. The person who cast the magic must be an extremely terrifying witch. He calculated the time and just happened to be in the witch the moment the boss returned home."

Feng Keye's eyes flashed with a light light: "It must be Duan Heng's actions. His chief bodyguard was invited by the leader Kunchai from Thailand. It must be that there was a disagreement between the two sides tonight, so he held a grudge to take this action."

Duan Heng is also one of the leaders of the four major families of the Hong Kong underworld. He is cruel and ruthless and does everything he wants. He is not even involved in the underworld. It is said that he is also operating secretly. The Duan family's power has now expanded and directly threatens the neighboring Feng Mansion.

"I really should have followed my boss to meet Duan Heng in case of an accident."

Mr. Wu sighed, he was a man with extraordinary abilities. Ten years ago, he was hired back to Hong Kong by Feng Tian from mainland China. It is said that he was good at Maoshan Taoism and killed people silently. 2 Thumbs and silences of Lan Yiyan. Yue Ti was fighting secretly, and each hired some extraordinary talents to serve him. For example, Kunchai, his head-sucking technique was profound and terrifying. He once turned a Duan Heng's enemy into a pool of smelly pus in just half an hour.

Feng Keye gritted his teeth and said, "I will gather people immediately. I must kill Duan Heng and avenge my father!"

Feng Zhaoyuan looked at his father's body dumbly, tears flowing like a spring, and his mind was blank. He was used to being pampered and living a favorable life and was worried about everything, but he could not accept such a cruel fact for the time being.

"Please think twice. According to my opinion, this matter requires detailed planning and cannot be rushed."

Mr. Wu said slowly. Compared to Feng Zhaoyuan, he expressed more respect for Feng Keye's voice: "At present, we do not have any strong direct evidence to show that it is Duan Hengxia's murder. According to the agreement signed by the four major families twenty-two years ago, any party that takes the initiative to provoke and provoke the battle will be banned by the other three major families."

Feng Zhaoyuan suddenly screamed, "Don't you take the deep revenge of my father's blood sea?"

Mr. Wu said coldly: "The second young master has never been concerned about the affairs of the underworld, and I am afraid he is not very clear about this. A wrong decision will lead to the Feng family being uprooted, and thousands of lives of brothers who followed us turned into ashes from then on, so we have to consider it carefully."

Feng Zhaohara clasped her fists tightly, her nails clenched into her palms, and a trace of blood oozed out of her lips that were bitten by her teeth, and she was weakly stuck at the corner of her mouth.

Feng Keye was silent for a while, his calm and bright eyes stopped on Feng Zhaoyuan's face, and said, "Second brother, Mr. Wu is right. We must stay calm and not act recklessly."

Feng Zhaoyuan said sadly: "I don't care, I must avenge my father!"

A hint of mocking appeared in Mr. Wu's eyes: "Does the second young master want to take revenge by himself? However, the second young master has always been addicted to music, books, etc., and it seems that he can't even use a gun."

Feng Keye said in a deep voice: "Second brother, don't be so impulsive. Let's make a decision after I convene a meeting of the Fengfu Club."

Feng Zhaoyuan looked at Feng Keye blankly, feeling his weakness and incompetence for the first time. In the eyes of everyone, he was just a young master who knew how to eat, drink, play and have no use.

"Where is Feng Rong? Why didn't you see her?"

After a while of a moment, Feng Zhaoyuan suddenly remembered his sister.

Feng Keye's eyes showed a hint of worry: "As soon as the third sister saw her father's body, she fainted from crying. I asked the doctor to give her a sedative injection, and now she should be asleep. You should go back to the room to rest, as the elder brother will make the decision on everything."
Chapter completed!