In the house of Confucius in Shanghai, the housekeeper rushed into the master's study and pushed the door in without knocking.

Kong Zhengyu, the master of the Confucian family who was sitting behind his desk reading, put the book on the desk and his face sank.'Panic, what's the style?'

"Home owner, Li Changshun has arrived in Shanghai." The housekeeper returned.

"Are you here? How many people are there?"

"Just him."

"Just him?" Kong Zhengyu frowned. "Is this madman here to die?"

"I don't know, but according to the news from the detective in the whole city, there is really only one person coming, all his brothers have not moved, all...