"Not now, but later!" Yulawa said, "When the situation stabilizes, Deyuan Group is welcome to participate in supplying services to the royal army!"

"I'll see you off!" Feng Miao didn't answer the question, and accompanied Xiao Yulawa as he walked out of the villa.

A large number of military vehicles were parked in front of the villa, and soldiers with live ammunition were spread out on guard. When they saw Yulawa coming out, they all immediately saluted.

"Please stay!" Yulawa said goodbye to Feng Miao politely, and boarded the car under the protection of the guards.

Dao Youjun in the living room was stunned. Seeing Yulava being dismissed by Wei Chaoyang, he couldn't even explain his purpose clearly, and his mind was in chaos.

"Okay, Mr. Dao, you should go back and prepare well. I have only one request. The will release must be held on time and normally!"

Wei Chaoyang stood up to see off the guests.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Wei." Dao Youjun finally came to his senses. Although Yulava's performance was different from his guess, some words had to be said after all. "Even if the master's will is decided by you,

Inheriting the position of the leader of the Arhat Seat does not mean that you can exercise the power that the Master once had. The Arhat Seat is a complex organization, and no one except the Master can rule it all. Moreover, you should not try to control the Arhat Seat with the help of external forces. I

…”

"Mr. Dao, how many more times do you want me to say this?" Wei Chaoyang looked a little impatient, "I have no interest in you or Arhat. If it weren't for Brother Wei's last wish, do you think I would be so free?

Going to Bangkok? The weather forecast says there will be heavy rain in Haicheng tomorrow, and I don’t know if there will be thunder..."

After he finished speaking, he ignored Dao Youjun and turned towards the back door of the living room.

Dao Ruijie was shocked by Yulawa's appearance. He shrank to one side and did not dare to speak. It was not until he and Dao Youjun were the only ones left in the living room that he came over and whispered: "Father, this Wei Chaoyang is a little bit...

Weird, we may have underestimated him before."

This is not nonsense.

Dao Youjun glared at Dao Ruijie, ignored him, and walked out of the living room.

Feng Miao still stood up and sent them out.

When he walked out of the door, Dao Youjun said to Feng Miao: "Tomorrow at ten o'clock, the will will be announced on time on the ninth floor of the Xijin Building on Dunba Road. Please attend on time, Mr. Wei."

Feng Miao just nodded slightly and said nothing.

Dao Ruijie had a strange expression after hearing this. When he got into the car, he couldn't wait to ask: "Father, let him go by himself. What if something happens?"

Their original plan was to protect Wei Chaoyang until the will was announced and completed, fulfilling Wei Xingguo's last wish.

This was also decided by Dao Youjun himself.

It is necessary to escort Wei Chaoyang to the scene.

There are too many people who don't want Wei Chaoyang to inherit this property. If given the chance, they will tear Wei Chaoyang to pieces without hesitation!

Dao Youjun snorted softly and wanted to slap him, but thinking that this was the most outstanding one among his sons, he finally sighed helplessly and explained: "That was because we originally treated him as an ordinary college student.

But now it is obvious that there is something wrong with our information. How could he be an ordinary big man?

Student? Let him go by himself. It is a test. If he cannot arrive at the scene, then nothing will be mentioned. At most, the old man has lost an inexplicable heir. There are related preparations in the will to ensure the stability of the Arhat. But

If he can get to the scene..."

Having said this, Dao Youjun did not say any more. He looked out the car window worriedly. He suddenly remembered the last words Wei Chaoyang said when he left the living room. He was confused and inexplicable. He took out his mobile phone and glanced at the sea.

Weather forecast for the city.

Heavy rain, yellow thunder and lightning warning.

…

Yurawat's motorcade passed through the chaotic streets of Bangkok.

Two marching teams belonging to different factions, the Red Shirt Army and the Yellow Shirt Army, had just had a violent conflict on the street in front of the Chita Palace. The street was in a mess. Smashed eggs and vegetables were everywhere, and the doors and windows of the shops along the street were smashed.

, and many more

Everything was robbed by street gangsters who fished in troubled times. The boss sat on the street in front of the store and cried to the sky. Overturned cars were lying on the street. Some were emitting green smoke and seemed to be about to explode at any time. It was very disturbing to watch.

I couldn't help but feel frightened and didn't dare to get close.

The street intersection has been barricaded.

Heavily armed soldiers stood behind makeshift barricades, watching their surroundings warily.

The black muzzle of the machine gun is aimed at each intersection. If necessary, the entire street can be blocked immediately to ensure that no one can rush over.

Seeing Yulawa's convoy approaching, the soldiers hurriedly moved away the roadblocks and saluted along the road.

Yulawa opened the car window and returned salutes to the soldiers he could see. He did not stop returning salutes until he entered the Chita Palace.

After getting off the bus at Chita Palace, Yulawa first listened to the report from his subordinates who had been waiting here.

He was talking about the fierce conflict that just happened on the street.

The government currently in charge of state affairs has no intention of quelling the street conflicts. Instead, senior officials from all walks of life are frequently shouting and pointing the finger at the Thai military, apparently taking the opportunity to squeeze the Thai military out of the administrative system.

Since 1932, when the Thai army launched a force to force the Thai army to invade the country and changed the Thai monarchy to a constitutional monarchy, a tradition of military intervention in government has been formed. However, successive civil servants have been looking for every opportunity to end the history of Thai military intervention in government and let themselves take charge of the country.

This time, the old Thai king was seriously ill, which triggered a dispute that eventually turned into a street confrontation between the red shirt army and the yellow shirt army. The underlying background was that the civil servants wanted to take advantage of the old Thai king's serious illness to seize power.

The street confrontation between the two sides gradually evolved from a peaceful demonstration to a full-scale armed conflict, without the instigation of the civil servants.

But the conflict in front of Chita Palace just happened so suddenly that the military's intelligence system failed to get the news in advance.

Yes, during the red-yellow confrontation in Bangkok these days, the military intelligence department was able to obtain relevant information in advance at the location of each conflict, but it never intervened.

But not only was no information obtained about this conflict, but judging from the time, it should have happened exactly when Yulawa arrived at Chita Palace.

However, Yulawa changed his itinerary temporarily and went to the Feng family's manor villa. After a delay, he almost perfectly avoided the conflict.

After hearing this, Yulawa showed no expression on his face. He simply instructed to continue to pay close attention to the movements of the civil servants' palace, and then went straight to the room of the old Thai king.

When the palace guards guarding the door saw Yulawa, they immediately stood at attention and saluted, and then stretched their hands forward.

General Yurava took off his hat and pistol, put them in the hands of the guards, straightened his clothes, and then opened the door and entered.

The large bedroom has a gorgeous bed.

The queen, concubines, maids... all sitting or standing around the big bed.

The old Thai king was sitting on the bed.

It was rumored that he was only one breath away from death, but he was in great spirits. He was eating fruit and joking with the young concubine. The old queen was sitting on one side, expressionless, but her posture was extremely

exhausted.

Seeing Yulawa coming in, the old Thai king clapped his hands, and all the concubines and maids immediately bowed and left.

In the blink of an eye, only Yulawa and the old Thai king and his wife were left in the huge room.

"Yurava, I hope you bring me good news."

Yulawa said: "I met Master Wei, but he did not allow me to make any requests."

The old Thai king asked: "What kind of person is he?"

Yulawa replied: "I am very young and very domineering. In his eyes, I am probably no different from an ant."

The old Thai king asked again: "What does he want?"

Yulawa said: "He came to Thailand this time to inherit the first position of the Arhat Seat from Master Shi Wuyong. I saw the cloth bag Arhat Dao Youjun of the Arhat Seat at his residence. Obviously, this Arhat didn't really want it.

Master Wei, a young man, is in charge of the Arhat Seat, and I think other Arhats should have the same idea."

"It's very interesting." The old Thai king turned his head and seemed to be asking the queen, "Azan, what do you think?"

The queen did not answer, but a voice sounded from behind the curtain of the big bed, "You are so arrogant based on your talent, and you are arrogant in the world. You are indeed a legendary fortune-teller! Your Majesty, you want to survive this disaster and leave a legacy for the royal family."

If you bring good luck, then the only one you can rely on is this fortune master! In this world, the only one who can confront the committee head-on is the fortune master."

As the voice sounded, a skinny red-robed monk turned out from behind the curtain, looked at Yulawa, and said: "General, give him whatever he wants. Since he chose to complete his inheritance ceremony in our Bangkok,

Seizing the Arhat Seat left by the Buddha is the opportunity given to us!"

However, Yulawa did not talk to the monk, but turned to King Lao Tai and said: "The conflicts on the streets are getting more and more serious. The civil servants are deliberately condoning it and do not even allow the military and police to be sent to control the situation..."

The two have an old relationship for many years. The old Thai king succeeded in ascending to the throne thanks to the protection of General Yulawa, so his attitude towards Yulawa was extraordinary.

"Okay, we have enough performances, let's close the Internet cafe!" Old Thai King waved his hand casually, "These civil servants are really disappointing. I have seen enough and I have no interest in watching their performances anymore.

Since they don’t like me as a king so much, then go to a country without a king and seek God’s protection! Yulawa, go ahead and do it. If you can get the help of this master, you will be the true meaning of the royal family and the country.

Your savior!"

…

"The news is confirmed! Tomorrow Wei Chaoyang will rush to Xiaochi Tower on his own to attend the will announcement. Lao Dao has informed the following not to pick him up. It seems that his trip is not going well!"

"Okay, don't worry about what Lao Dao thinks, we just have to do our own thing."

"I have marked on the map the three routes that Wei Chaoyang may take to get to the venue. Now we are not sure which route Wei Chaoyang will take, so we have to ambush people and horses on all the necessary roads to ensure that Wei Chaoyang can never

Appear at the will announcement site!"

"What if Wei Chaoyang refuses to cooperate?"

"Then beat him to death!"

A cold and emotionless voice sounded in the darkness, saying word by word: "The Arhat Seat belongs to us. The old man is old and stupid. Dao Youjun is a coward, so let us protect the Arhat Seat! Even Wei Chaoyang
Chapter completed!