Hearing Ye Yingying's words, Lin Pingfan's originally calm expression instantly became gloomy and murderous intent burst into his eyes.
Ye Yaxin wears mourning clothes, which is equivalent to the Lin family wearing mourning clothes on their enemies.
He couldn't stand this matter!
Before Lin Pingfan could speak, he suddenly heard Ye Benqing roaring from the side.
"What are you doing when you call that trash!?"
"Tell him, can you save your uncle??"
"Qian Hao is the deputy commander of the Western Xinjiang and one of the capable generals of the God of War in Xijiang. Not to mention this trash, even the first person in the city will give him three points of face when he meets him!"
"Don't cause trouble everywhere. The most important thing is to take over the Ye family first!"
As Ye Benqing's indignant words rang out, a noise of snatching his cell phone came from the other end of the phone, and he was hung up by the other party.
"Lin...Pingfan, what's wrong with you!?"
"Is something wrong?"
"If you have something to do today, I can treat you to a meal another day!"
Qian Yuehan's timid voice sounded behind her, a little at a loss.
"It's okay, I'll eat it someday."
Immediately, Lin Pingfan left without looking back and headed straight for Qian's house.
...
Qian Family Manor.
There were also many guests, but there was no more joyful celebration last night, but there was a hint of sadness and tension.
In the middle of the manor, a mourning hall is set up.
A black coffin was placed in it, and Qian Yaoduo's headless corpse lying inside was the lying of it.
Flowers are piled around, and black and white photos stand among the flowers.
The Haizhou merchants who came to mourn, holding flowers in their hands, bowed and presented flowers to the deceased!
However, these merchants and celebrities who had finished mourning did not leave, but stood quietly in front of Qian Yaoduo's remains.
It’s not that they don’t want to leave, but they don’t dare!
Because the hundred soldiers are in the two rows, no one is allowed to leave!
At the same time, those who were kneeling next to the coffin were Ye Yaxin and Liu Shufen!
They were wearing mourning clothes, their eyes were full of tears, and their bodies were trembling, constantly handing in paper money into the brazier, as if they were sending their closest relatives away.
Even Ye Qingguo, who had been trampled on his face, was put on a mourning shirt, and was thrown aside like a dead dog.
Qian Hao stood aside with a gloomy face, scanning the merchants and celebrities, and the cold light burst out in his eyes made everyone afraid.
The most surprising thing is Liu Haotian next to Qian Hao.
He sat in a wheelchair with bandages wrapped around his head, his head held high and his chest looked arrogant.
Now that the Liu family is in Haizhou, it is like a mouse crossing the street, everyone shouts and beats.
But no one expected that Liu Haotian, who had been completely disabled, would be favored by Qian Hao.
"You are all business owners from Haizhou City. Thank you very much for attending my father's mourning service."
"I believe you have heard that my father died at the hands of the remnants of the Lin family, so I, Qian Hao, swear here today that I will not be a human being if I do not eliminate the remnants of the Lin family!"
"If anyone can provide clues about the remnants of the Lin family, he will become my Qian family friend like Liu Haotian."
Qian Hao's gloomy and angry voice sounded quietly.
Liu Haotian cooperated very well, and his already arrogant expression was even more arrogant at this moment.
It seems to be telling those merchants that you ignored me at the beginning, but now I make you unable to stand up!
"On the contrary, you will wear mourning for my father for three days until my father is buried."
Although he said thank you, the breath revealed in his eyebrows and eyes was murderous.
Because last night, when Qian Yaoduo was killed, these people were present.
No one stood up to help the Qian family rescue the situation.
At this moment, all the merchants and celebrities lowered their heads and sweated coldly.
They had already felt Qian Hao's anger, just about the remnants of the Lin family, who knows!?
According to the Lin family, it was completely blocked one month after the accident.
Over the years, everything about the Lin family has become a taboo in Haizhou City. Who will go to inquire about the Lin family if you have nothing to do?
Isn't that asking for death?
Five minutes passed, and no one stood up.
Qian Hao's face gradually became cold: "Since that's the case, I'll ask you to wear mourning for my father together!"
With his order, the soldiers from Western Xinjiang on both sides immediately handed over white mourning shirts and distributed these merchants and celebrities.
They don’t want to wear clothes, and they are not their elders who die, so why should they wear mourning clothes?
But no one dares to say these words.
The vice-president of Western Xinjiang, a demon who claims to be a battlefield who kills without blinking, dares to disobey his wishes!?
Therefore, many merchants could only wear mourning shirts silently.
"Grass!"
A ball of mourning shirt was suddenly thrown to the ground by a rich second generation.
"That's your dad, not my dad. Why do we have to wear mourning clothes??"
"Don't rely on your identity as the deputy governor of Western Xinjiang to bully the market!"
He spoke everyone's voice!
But no one supports him!
He angrily scolded this rich second generation as a big fuss.
Qian Hao's face turned dark, and his anger erupted from his eyes. He suddenly took out a gun from his waist and aimed at the rich second generation!
"Hmph, this is not the battlefield in Xijiang. Do you dare to kill me!?" The rich second generation disagreed with it at all, and even raised his chest and took a step forward!
‘Bang!’
The gunshots sounded, blood bloomed from the rich second generation's head, and his body fell down with a bang. He did not close his eyes until he died!
In this scene, the merchants were shocked and screamed in surprise, trying to escape like crazy.
But he was forcibly pressed to the ground by the soldiers in Western Xinjiang!
Who would have thought that Qian Hao would really dare to draw a gun and kill someone!
"Who has any comments!"
Cold words sounded, but the sound was not loud, but every word penetrated into the eardrums.
‘Plop!’
The merchants did not dare to resist any more. They knelt on the ground on the spot and kowtowed desperately at Qian Yaoduo's coffin!
Some even burst into tears to express their feelings!
Seeing the merchants' performance, Qian Hao was very satisfied.
He turned his eyes to Liu Haotian and asked coldly: "Call Lin Pingfan and ask him to bring the remnants of the Lin family to the Qian family to plead guilty within ten minutes."
"Otherwise, he wouldn't have thought of seeing Ye Yaxin."
At the same time, he greeted the three soldiers, pressed Liu Shufen and Ye Yaxin's heads, and kowtowed to Qian Yaoduo as filial.
Even Ye Qingguo, who was half dead, was pressed on his head and knocked hard on the ground.
After just a few knocks, the blood was dyed with green marble.
Seeing this attitude, Liu Haotian couldn't help but shivered, nodded repeatedly, and hurriedly called Lin Pingfan.
After about a few seconds, the phone was connected.
"Lin Pingfan, Vice President Qian gives you a chance to survive. Within ten minutes, bring the remnants of the Lin family to the Qian family to atone for their sins, otherwise you will be waiting to collect the body of the Ye family!"
"What!? Are you crazy? You actually dare to scold Vice President Qian!"
"Lin Pingfan, I, Cao Nima, don't you give me a shame, right?"
"Fuck, my ancestors, you are waiting to collect the body of the Ye family!"
Liu Haotian was angry and scolded the phone!
He immediately hung up the phone, his eyes filled with anger and indignation: "Person General Qian, Lin Pingfan's evil pen said that the Ye family had nothing to do with him, he wouldn't come!"
"And even scolded, the Qian family... deserves to die!"
When he said the last sentence, his voice became extremely small, as if he was afraid that Qian Hao would blame him!
A sense of insidiousness flashed in his eyes.
Because he doesn't have Lin Pingfan's number at all!