Awesome music blared through the church. The priest standing to one side could only force a bitter smile. You couldn't exactly reason with a bunch of bald biker gang members—they wouldn't listen. To put it bluntly, these people were all lunatics. Didn't they see that the funeral had turned into a dance party?
The big man wrapped an arm around Wei Tianlong, then gave his ass a hard smack with his right hand. The two immediately started dancing.
A shrill, pig-slaughtering scream rang out through the church.
Wei Tianlong was utterly heartbroken. Where was this place? He didn't know. Who were the people around him? He didn't know. Would anyone come to save him? He still didn't know.
He was anxious, but someone else was even more anxious. Wei Tianlong's assistant and manager were about to lose their minds. His phone couldn't be reached, nobody knew where he was, and after following that car for half the day, they had lost it. Call the police? Damn it, it hadn't been twenty-four hours yet.
The crucial thing was that this bastard hadn't brought much money!
They were in a terrible bind. After arranging accommodations for Qin Fen and the others, Chairman Zhou's assistant also wore a face like a bitter melon. It was only the first day, and their spokesperson had already vanished. What were they supposed to do about the remaining advertisements?
Unfortunately, a few people with no sense of concern didn't see it that way. After putting down their things, the group headed to the hotel restaurant for dinner.
After casually ordering a few dishes, Fu Qiang and the others chatted while Qin Fen boredly checked his phone. At last, he received a message from Thunder Duke.
"The Jade Emperor is trying to suppress us Jiejiao disciples! How can