People from several other families remained silent and looked at each other in bewilderment.
Who is this person? There is no reason to use knives or guns whenever someone comes up.
It's so scary, and where did they get the gun?
In the entire Nancheng, only certain units dare to do this.
Even people from several big families and those present today who are all prominent figures in Nancheng would not dare to just get a weapon and show it off.
But Jiang Nan, hadn't he just been released from prison? Why did he have this thing?
Puzzled, confused, and frightened, the scene suddenly became eerily quiet.
Only the sound of raindrops could be heard.
"Didn't you hear? I don't want to say it again."
Bai Ling moved his finger on the trigger, ready to fire at any moment.
Zheng Feishan seemed to be able to imagine that his head would be in a state of confusion the next second.
However, the big words have been spoken just now. If you are so greedy for life and afraid of death in front of so many people, I am afraid you will be laughed at in the future.
"Who are you trying to scare with a broken toy gun? If you can, try hitting me."
Zheng Feishan had cold sweat on his forehead and suppressed the fear in his heart and the shaking of his body. His teeth were chattering and he bit his lip until it bled.
Zheng Feishan's words seemed to remind everyone and give them a reasonable explanation.
Yes, it must be fake. These two people are just here to show off.
Otherwise they wouldn't have such weapons.
This thought supported them and seemed to give them more courage.
And immediately, a group of people gathered around.
Naturally, several families have a lot of security personnel, plus some relatives and friends. They realize that something is going on. If someone dares to come to the funeral to cause trouble, how can we tolerate it?
Looking at the entire Nancheng, who dares not to give face to several major families, let alone the dead ones.
For a moment, everyone stared at Jiang Nan and Bai Ling eagerly.
Zheng Feishan felt more confident and simply puffed his chest forward and pointed at his forehead.
"Come on, hit here if you can. I want to see if it's true or not."
Bai Ling looked towards Jiangnan, as if waiting for his instructions.
Jiang Nan remained unmoved, calm and composed, with a resolute face that was steady and restrained.
He just waved his hand and spoke politely.
"After all, we are here to pay homage to the deceased, come on."
Bai Ling put away the gun, took incense, lit it, and handed it to Jiang Nan.
Now, Zheng Feishan felt more and more that Jiangnan was too timid to be presumptuous.
He became even stronger and blocked Jiangnan.
"You are just pretending to be compassionate like a cat crying like a mouse. Who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to come here to worship? If you come, Brother Pengyu will die with his eyes open. If you really want to worship, then kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake immediately.
"
Jiang Nan frowned slightly and said calmly: "I'm not a cat. If Zhou Pengyu is a mouse, it should be a dead mouse, right?"
"Damn it, what did you say?" Zheng Feishan was furious and furious.
"I just want to correct your wording. You have to pay attention to the method when you speak. Talking nonsense is worse than having no tongue."
Jiang Nan smiled, but it sounded chilling, especially his eyes, which seemed like lasers piercing people's hearts.
He walked steadily and approached Zhou Pengyu's coffin with the incense in hand.
With such momentum, no one dared to touch him for a while.
"Stop, kneel down, do you hear me?"
Zheng Feishan wanted to step forward to stop him.
Bai Ling quickly blocked him, with a fierce look in his eyes, unstoppable.
"Get out of the way, I don't hit women."
Zheng Feishan gritted his teeth, took an iron rod from the hand of a bodyguard next to him, and waved it.
"I'm just the opposite."
Bai Ling snorted coldly, raised her hand, and the iron rod actually broke into pieces. She then took it away and kneaded it gently with both hands.
The iron rod turned into iron scraps, flying in the wind.
Everyone was shocked and dumbfounded.
Just thinking about it makes me feel terrible and chilly.
She is a female prostitute, she looks frail and petite, but she has extraordinary abilities.
She is so powerful, but she is willing to assist Jiang Nan.
Then who is Jiangnan and where does it come from?
Some people in Nancheng couldn't help but take another look at Jiangnan.
They remembered this young face, and some seemed to vaguely remember some things about the four major families and the Jiang family many years ago.
"It's a little trick to show off, you bitch, I think you want to die."
How could Zheng Feishan lose his face like this and go and boast about Haikou first? There are so many important people present at this moment that he must save his face.
He was desperate and hit with just a wave of his hand.
With a miserable howl, Zheng Feishan's legs snapped and he knelt directly in front of the coffin, trembling and unable to move.
"How can you bother a dead man? It's so disrespectful. Don't you have the upbringing of the Zheng family?"
Jiang Nan squinted his eyes and glanced lightly. His voice was not loud, but everyone in the huge Nancheng Square heard it.
It overshadowed the sound of the rain, penetrated people's hearts, buzzed, and echoed in my ears.
Zheng Feishan spat out a mouthful of blood and actually lost the strength to speak. He was trembling all over and panting.
Several families looked at each other, and for a while no one dared to say another word.
Zhou Lianghui, in particular, had already turned pale. He had witnessed Jiang Nan's methods with his own eyes, and now he no longer dared to take any more risks.
He was very worried that Jiangnan was going to go on a killing spree again, so he had the courage to shout, hoping to let other guests know.
"Stop, Jiangnan, you are really bullying me too much. Today is my Zhou family's funeral. How can I make you arrogant and arrogant here? Are you bullying my Zhou family?"
What Zhou Lianghui said was not only for Jiang Nan, but also for other people to see and understand, and to resonate with them.
The people present are all well-known people. They have some friendship with the Zhou family. They should not just sit back and watch. There are always people who stand out.
As expected, many people suddenly gathered around and started to criticize Jiang Nan and started talking about it.
Especially the bodyguards of those characters, a group of burly men, hundreds of them, immediately surrounded them.
Bai Ling was not nervous at all, and quickly stood in front of Jiang Nan, placing his hand on the gun and keeping alert.
Jiang Nan, however, calmly put down the incense and looked back at everyone, as steady as a mountain.
Seeing the tension between the two sides, Zhou Lianghui had an idea, that is, he wanted to take advantage of the moment to kill someone with a borrowed knife.
There is no need to wait for these friendships at this time, I believe they will not stand idly by.
"Get him for me and avenge my brother. He can't die inexplicably."
"Yes, if we keep people like this, we will make people laugh at us. What will the people of Nancheng say about us after dinner? Let two people treat us like monkeys and treat us like nothing? Kill us."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone rushed up.
Jiang Nan lit a cigarette gracefully, taking a slow puff of smoke.
With a "bang", a bullet pierced the sky, and the dazzling line of fire was like thunder exploding in the ears.
Bai Ling held the gun and pointed it at the crowd.