The person who came was an old man in his sixties, with gray hair and a goatee.
He was wearing a Tang suit and had a cold smile on his face.
This man's name is Zhang Yanping. He was once an elder of the hidden sect. He was expelled later and came to Yandu. He opened his own martial arts school, recruited a group of disciples and disciples, established his own power, and made a lot of money.
Later, he was punished by Han Luo.
Zhang Yanping's martial arts skills are very high, and even Han Luo is no match for him.
But because Han Luo's identity as a heaven-level commander was there, Zhang Yanping didn't dare to fight with him at all.
Otherwise, the crime of beating a heaven-level commander would be enough for the authorities to imprison him.
Because of Han Luo's suppression, Zhang Yanping had a very difficult time in the past few years.
Now that Han Luo is dead in battle and Zhang Yanping appears, he will definitely bring out the bad temper in the past few years.
The Han family looked ugly, knowing that the situation was already difficult to handle.
If Zhang Yanping took action, Pan Mo alone would definitely not be able to suppress him.
"How dare you, a half-grown girl, scream here? Get out of here right now, otherwise, I will destroy those three bullshit masters behind you!"
Zhang Yanping narrowed his eyes and smiled.
"You...Zhang Yanping! How dare you touch the Han family? Aren't you afraid that the officials will do something to you?"
Pan Mo cursed.
"When did I touch the Han family? I just want to touch you!"
Zhang Yanping shrugged, not afraid at all.
Anyway, with people like Scarface who are not afraid of death taking action, he just needs to clear the way for them.
Han Luo sacrificed his life for the country. Anyone who dares to add insult to injury at this time will become the target of public criticism.
Therefore, no matter which party they are from, they will either find a legitimate excuse or let others take action, and will never show up in person.
As for why they were so hasty, they were also worried that the Han family would run away.
After all, after Han Luo died, the Han family was like a towering tree about to collapse.
It is absolutely impossible for them to continue to gain a foothold in Yandu.
If we don't take revenge now, then when the Japanese and Korean families escape, won't they just have to look back and sigh?
Pan Mo opened his mouth, not knowing what to do.
"Miss Pan, your great kindness... we, the Han family, will remember it for the rest of our lives. Now that the matter has come to this, we have nothing else to think about. Please come back and let us settle all the accounts with them."
The head of the Han family took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice.
Pan Mo was silent.
She was actually hesitant.
In this situation, she couldn't save the Han family at all.
There is no need to persist any longer, otherwise the Pan family will be dragged into the water and the gain will outweigh the loss.
"Master Han, I'm extremely sorry. I've tried my best."
Pan Mo looked indifferent and whispered.
"It's okay. If the Han family can survive this disaster, they will definitely find a way to repay the Pan family."
The head of the Han family smiled bitterly.
He has already looked away.
Pan Mo said no more.
"dad..."
Han Buwei knelt on the ground in pain, tears overflowing.
The Han family burst into tears.
The head of the Han family raised his eyes and looked at the black and white photo of Han Luo in the mourning hall. The sadness in his heart surged so much that he even forgot about his injuries. He couldn't hold it back anymore and burst into tears.
"Hey, what did you want to do just now? Go on, don't keep us waiting!"
Zhang Yanping shouted to Scarface.
The scar-faced man nodded, looked at the head of the Han family, hesitated, and then stepped forward with the knife.
However, at this moment, a voice came.
"Who can give me three sticks of incense?"
When these words came to light, everyone was stunned.
What non-sighted person is still thinking about offering incense at this time?
People followed the news.
But I saw a tall and straight figure walking in from the gate and walking step by step to the mourning hall.
Han Buwei's pupils trembled wildly as he stared blankly at the back.
But he saw the figure standing in front of the coffin, silent for a long time, then turned his head and said: "Han Buwei, where is the fragrance?"
