I can't leave anymore …
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Qin Sheng and Chen Bei Ming had been on high alert ever since they arrived at Han Village. After all, this kind of funeral was messy and no one knew each other. Everyone thought that it was a friend or relative of the Han Family. This was the perfect opportunity for those people.
They didn't expect that after a whole day, they would make their move when it was almost night time. What was more unexpected was that they actually used a gun.
Qin Sheng's heart was dead. Was Han Bing really going to die like this?
At this critical moment, just as the killer was about to shoot, a brick floated out of nowhere and hit the killer's wrist. The gun in his hand was thrown a few meters away.
Qin Sheng then noticed that Old Wu was standing at the door not far away. He was the one who threw the brick. Otherwise, how could he be so accurate?
Without any hesitation, the killer bent down to pick up the gun. Qin Sheng pushed the killer who was fighting with him towards Old Wu. Then, he rushed towards the killer who was trying to pick up the gun and kicked him in the back. The killer was sent flying towards the gun beside him.
When he wanted to get up, Qin Sheng, who was the first to get up, kicked him in the stomach again.
Elder Wu had already rushed over and directly entangled with the other assassin. In a single exchange, the other assassin was knocked to the ground by Elder Wu. The two assassins saw that the situation was hopeless and knew that they would definitely not be a match for Elder Wu if they stayed. After looking at each other, they directly ran towards the backyard.
Old Wu stayed behind to protect Han Bing while Qin Sheng chased after them. When he reached the backyard, the two killers had already jumped over the wall and escaped.
Qin Sheng didn't dare to chase after them. He was afraid that it was a trap. He could only curse a few times and come back.
When Qin Sheng came back, Old Wu had already helped Han Bing back to her room. Chen Bei Ming had gone to deal with the corpse and had not returned yet. The commotion just now had alarmed the rest of the Han family. Other than Han Bing's cousin who saw it, the rest of them did not know what had happened.
The gun was also kept by Old Wu. Han Bing, on the other hand, was terrified. She sat on the bed and did not say a word. Old Wu gestured for Qin Sheng to say something to Han Bing's cousin. Qin Sheng pulled his cousin out of the room.
"Brother Han." Qin Sheng held Han Bing's cousin, Han Song, and called out politely.
Han Song was the son of Han Bing's uncle. He was now considered a big shot in Tianshui. He had started a construction company and was doing well. He had seen some of the world, but it was the first time he had seen someone use a gun.
"Old Qin, who wants to kill Bing Bing?" Han Song, who had a crew cut and looked a little sloppy, asked directly.
Qin Sheng laughed and said, "Brother Han, you don't have to ask about some things. Just pretend that you didn't see what happened just now. I meant well."
"Bing Bing is my little sister. How can I sit back and do nothing?" Han Song insisted.
Qin Sheng shook his head and said, "If you really need help, I definitely won't hesitate. However, those are all Master Han's enemies in the Yangtze River Delta. You really can't help much."
When Han Song heard this, he finally understood what she meant. He did not even dare to say that he was omnipotent in Tianshui, let alone in a place like Yangtze River Delta.
"I know, but I still have some power in Tianshui."
Qin Sheng smiled and said a few compliments. Then he let Han Song go back to sleep and he went into the room to accompany Han Bing.
Half an hour later, Chen Bei Ming finally came back. Qin Sheng did not say much about how he dealt with the killer's body. He only told him what happened afterward.
"Who do you think did it? One of us or an outsider?" The two squatted at the door and smoked. They were alert to the surroundings and chatted casually.
"It could be anyone." Chen Bei Ming was not sure because there were too many people who wanted to kill Han Bing. In the circle, he suspected Zhao Dongsheng the most. In Shanghai, he suspected Zhou Wenwu the most. In Yangtze River Delta, he suspected Third Master Wu the most.
Qin Sheng sighed and said, "Han Bing is the only heir to Master Han's big business. If they want to get their hands on it, they must get rid of Han Bing. However, even if they get through tonight and tomorrow night, there will be danger at any time in the future. This is not a solution."
"Do you have any good ideas?" Chen Bei Ming agreed and looked at Qin Sheng and asked.
Qin Sheng thought about this for a long time. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Han Bing gave up on inheriting Master Han's business. The whole company is bankrupt and liquidated. If they have the ability, they can take whatever they want."
"What did you say?" Chen Bei Ming was shocked. "This is the family business that Master Han worked so hard to build. How can he give it up just like that?"
"Sometimes life is more important than these things. Moreover, Han Bing may not be willing to inherit it. Do you think a woman like her can control those big shots who are eyeing her covetously? Even if she inherits it, do you think she will be happy?" Qin Sheng said confidently.
Chen Bei Ming fell into silence. What Qin Sheng said was not unreasonable. Han Bing had never been in contact with any of Master Han's businesses since she was young. Moreover, there were many things that could not be seen in the light of day.
"Actually, I want to know what Han Bing thinks. When the time comes, let her make the decision. No matter what decision she makes, I will support her without hesitation." Qin Sheng sighed and said. However, he could see that Han Bing was not interested in these things at all. The most important thing for her now was to quickly deal with her father's funeral.
Chen Bei Ming still did not say anything. He would take one step at a time …
Nothing happened that night. However, Qin Sheng and Chen Bei Ming did not sleep. Han Bing, who was in the room, did not fall asleep either.
The next day, when the sky was just beginning to brighten, all the relatives and friends had arrived. Everyone started to get busy. After a short ceremony, a burst of firecrackers was heard. An old man shouted with a deep voice, "Wake up."
The relatives and friends, who were wearing mourning clothes and white mourning hats, sent Han Guoping off for the last time.
Han Guoping's grave was located at the back of the mountain. It was a treasure land with good Feng Shui. He had specially spent a lot of money to hire a Feng Shui master to choose the place. He had decided from the beginning that he would be buried in Han Village after his death.
Qin Sheng had learned Feng Shui from his grandfather since he was young, so he more or less knew a little about it. After some observation, he knew that Han Guoping's money was not spent in vain. He could be considered as half an expert.
For some reason, the older people were, the more they believed in these things. Qin Sheng did not know if it was because he was in awe of certain things or because he was really superstitious.
The firecrackers were set off, the mourning music was played, and the sound of crying shook the sky. Han Bing slowly placed the ashes of Han Guoping and his wife into the grave. With the efforts of a dozen villagers, the grave was soon ready.
At this time, Han Bing was lying on the grave, crying her heart out. She cried so much that she fainted a few times. She would never have her parents again in this life. This farewell would be farewell forever.
The respected elders in the village began to host the memorial ceremony. Qin Sheng, who was standing at the side, looked at the pile of yellow soil and sighed. No matter how powerful a big shot was, he would just be a pile of yellow soil after his death. Most importantly, how did he live his life?
Han Guoping had gone from an ordinary poor farmer's boy to a big shot in Shanghai. He definitely did not live in vain.
"Farewell, Master Han," Qin Sheng said quietly in his heart.
The funeral was finally over. After lunch, the villagers helped to clean up the mess. Those who should go home had also gone home. Those who came from the city had also returned to the city. After all, everyone had things to do.
It was already afternoon. There were only a few elders and peers left in the Han family. Han Bing chatted with them while Qin Sheng and Chen Bei Ming were discussing whether they should leave tonight.
In the end, they decided to leave tonight. Han Bing also agreed. After all, what happened last night was still fresh in her mind.
Last night was probably just a small test. If they could succeed, they would succeed. If not, they would give up. Tonight was their last chance. They would definitely not miss it.
As villagers, they had to live with their hometown. This was also an important reason why no matter how high Han Guoping climbed, he would come back two or three times a year. Apart from paying respects to the elders who had passed away, the most important thing was to interact with the elders and peers in the village. He could not let others say that he had become rich and forgotten his roots.
Therefore, the last part of the funeral was to return the gifts. The relatives of the Han family had already bought the gifts and brought Han Bing from house to house to return the gifts, thanking them for their help in the past two days. Qin Sheng, Chen Bei Ming and Old Wu followed them.
After they were done, the sky had already turned dark.
Han Bing said goodbye to the elders in the family. Her uncle and uncle stayed in the village and would return to the city the next morning. So they arranged for Han Song and another cousin to send them back to the city. The Han family had already booked the best hotel in Tianshui. They would stay in Tianshui tonight and take the Gulfstream G450 to Shanghai the next morning.
When they parted, Han Bing was a little reluctant. After all, she had completely left her parents here. In the future, she would probably only come back to see them three times a year. This made Han Bing feel bad.
As for the conflict between her and her father, it had already disappeared when she found out that her father had committed suicide.
Chen Bei Ming drove Han Bing's uncle's Range Rover. Qin Sheng sat in the passenger seat while Han Bing sat in the back in a daze. Qin Sheng comforted her, "Life and death are up to fate. People have to look forward. Han Bing, you still have a long way to go."
"I know," Han Bing said quietly.
The sky was completely dark. Han Bing's cousins and Old Wu were in the Toyota Prado, while the Land Rover was following behind.
They were now on a mountain road. After they finished this section of the road and went around the mountain, they would reach the provincial road. Only then would they be safe.
Qin Sheng and Chen Bei Ming had studied the route in the afternoon. This section of the road was the most dangerous. If they did not make a move in Han Village, the gang would most likely make a move on this section of the road. Secondly, they would look for opportunities when they reached the city. So at this moment, they did not dare to relax.
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