Chapter 150: Fierce and Overbearing

  Sat silently in the chair, staring at Fabreides, thinking what on earth is going on? Repaired a pair of dual moons, and unexpectedly repaired an elegant and refined fiancée as well.

  Although they didn't interact much, Qian Jin could still see Gu Yue Jia Ying's personality, gentle and reserved with a strong will that many men couldn't match, although she was a bit quiet, she was indeed a good girl.

  "Jia Ying is now in your hands." Fabre Dis grasped his hand firmly with both hands, "That smile on his face reminded him of the fat man Rolin lying in the coffin beside him.

  Dry and stiff, he turned his head to look at Luo Lin in the coffin. Fabre's strong and powerful hand patted his shoulder and said softly: "According to convention, he should be buried this afternoon. You will have a busy time later, rest or prepare."

  "Busy?" Gan Jing turned around and took a look at the empty courtyard. The funeral of Pangzi really didn't seem to have anything to be busy about. Later, he would just find a few people to lift up his coffin and bury it in the ground, and that's it. Many things are always completely different from what one imagines.

  After lunch, the empty Lingtang Hall began to appear in people's shadows. First, Zhang Mu Bai, a ninth-level warrior of Oakland City, appeared in Mirror 1. Then, various officials from Oakland City and all sorts of merchants with heads and faces started to appear in twos and threes at Roland's mourning hall to pay their respects.

  These people came to mourn and did not leave immediately, but sat down nearby according to their different identities. Zhang Mu Bai was allowed to sit in the main hall of the mourning hall, while others simply sat down in the courtyard.

  Lu Qingqing knelt in front of the coffin and kowtowed to each person who came to pay their respects. Looking at her, Qian Jin felt an urge to throw all these people out. How could they not feel sorry for this weak little girl who kept kowtowing nonstop? It had already been an hour since lunchtime, but the stream of people coming to the Lu residence to offer condolences showed no signs of abating.

  Looking at these people who are usually prominent in the city of Oakland with a cold and sneering expression, fortunately, I know that this is Rolin's funeral hall. If an uninformed person saw such a scene, they might think it was the funeral of Sabonis, the lord of Oakland City.

  "Fatty." Gan Jing leaned against the front of Luo Lin's coffin, looking at Luo Lin who seemed to be sleeping, and said faintly: "You wouldn't have thought of it yourself, would you? Almost everyone in Oakland with a face has come to mourn for you.

  Fabreides put his hands behind his back, occasionally nodding to passersby as a greeting. He came to Qianjin's side and looked at the courtyard full of people, saying: "See? These people all received invitations from Sabonis. The city lord is showing you goodwill now."

  Qian Jin flipped her eyelids and looked at Fabreidis: "Don't you think it's a bit late? If not for his permission, the people of the Kai family would have dared to kill Baozi." "So, he is making amends."

  "When a person dies, they can't come back to life." Kaoru's expressionless face glanced at the people coming and going: "Many things are irreparable." Fabreides raised an eyebrow in surprise, looking at Kaoru: "You're still going on?"

  "Can't be done today." Gan Jian said calmly: "As you said, Sabonis has the ability to sit in the city master's position, and there will definitely be someone behind him. If I were just one person, I would have taken out my knife and killed Sabonis early this morning. But there's also Luo Qingqing, I can run away, but it doesn't mean that Luo Qingqing and all of Luo family's industries can run away."

  "You still have some sanity." Fabre nodded in approval.

  "Not much." Gan Jing waved his hand at someone who wanted to get close to him, as if shooing away a fly. The person knew better and quickly left: "But I'll remember this, and after some time has passed, I'll make you pay me back for this."

  "Can I understand this as revenge?"

  "Whatever." He smiled nonchalantly: "If there's a first time, there'll be a second. I don't look forward to a second time, so we need to do something to make those who want to try again think twice about whether they can handle the consequences." The president of the Oakland Chamber of Commerce, Li Junshi, arrived...

  A shout came from outside the door. Qing Ji raised an eyebrow and pressed down on Luo Qingqing, who was about to get up to greet the person, forcing her back into her original position.

  The second voice calling out from outside the door rang out again, and Qian Jin, who was sitting next to Zhang Mu Bai drinking tea, smiled and looked up at the gate with a hint of mischief in his eyes. He rotated his neck and shoulders, and then stretched out his ten fingers as he said: "Looks like I'll have to go out and welcome this President myself."

  Zhang Mu's expression changed, the teacup in his hand shook slightly, and he didn't even care about the scalding hot water burning his skin. He hastily got up and ran to Qian Jin's side, bowing his head and saying in a low voice: "Please wait, please wait, I'll handle this matter."

  Qian Jin returned to the coffin and continued to chat with Fabreides in a low voice under the astonished gaze of everyone.

  Zhang Mu Bai didn't even have time to notice the curious gazes of others, and hastily ran towards the door. Others didn't know what kind of person Qian Jin was, only that he was a big shot mentioned by the City Lord, but as the City Lord's loyal subordinate, it was clear that this young man with an unpleasant expression today had killed Demon Slayer Gran, Blood Warrior Kaito, and Kaito's representative in Oakland, all within just 12 hours.

  Crazy! Zhang Mu Bai had heard the city lord's secret entrustment and introduction, but he didn't dare to pretend to be familiar with Qian Jing. No, he was really afraid that if he looked like he was running too slowly, Qian Jing would suddenly get annoyed and chop him down with one knife, and then blame his mother for not giving birth to two more legs for him.

  "What's wrong with General Zhang? He's actually being ordered around by that young man like a dog?"

  "Who knows? Normally when he leads the city guards to collect taxes from us, it's not like this."

  "Who knows? Anyway, this time the city lord has sent out red invitations with golden silk edges, which is only used for the most important events."

  "I'm afraid this young man must be a descendant of some big aristocratic family..."

  "Speak softly, speak softly, he's looking over here."

  "The president of the Oakland Chamber of Commerce..."

  "Shut up, you old man!" Zhang Mu Bai kicked out the door and with one foot directly kicked the abdomen of the merchant's house slave who was shouting loudly. The person was kicked to the ground and rolled over twice, looking confused and painful at Zhang Mu Bai. Usually he was the one shouting like this, what was wrong today? "You want to die, don't drag me down with you!" Zhang Mu Bai wasn't satisfied after kicking him, went forward and grabbed the slave's collar, slapping his ears twice: "Let you shout again! Let you shout again! You're asking for death!"

  Li Juntu had his hands clasped behind his back, his nose slightly upturned, and a hint of impatience on his face. Just as he was about to speak to Zhang Mu Bai, who had just come out, he saw his own house slave being beaten. The smile that had begun to form on his face instantly turned gloomy. He thought to himself, "Even if you are the General defending the city, and we have a relationship through our children's marriage, how can you beat my people without my consent? Isn't this just like slapping me in front of everyone?" "General Zhang..." Li Juntu said in a low, stern voice: "If my house slave has done something wrong, shouldn't it be up to me to discipline him, rather than someone else taking matters into their own hands?"

  Zhang Mu Bai threw the house slave in his hand, and the anger on his face not only didn't dissipate, but instead became even heavier due to Li Jun Tu's words. He took two steps forward and shouted directly: "You want to die yourself, don't drag down your old man!"

  Li Jun Tu had never seen Zhang Mu Bai's flames so big, and was suddenly splashed with a mouthful of saliva, stunned on the spot, asking: "What's wrong with you, my dear family?!"

  "What's wrong?" Zhang Mu Bai glared at the short and stout Li Jun Tu: "Do you know who is waiting for you inside? Gan Jing! He killed the demon warrior Gran last night, and today he knew that the blood warrior Kaito was a disciple of Jin Ze Tian Lüe, but still punched him to death. And without saying a word, he kicked Kaila's head into pieces."

  Li Jun's face turned pale in an instant, his hands trembling uncontrollably as he swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva, staring at Zhang Mu with wide eyes: "Is... is this person crazy? Does he know what he's doing? Is this real?"

  "Nonsense!" Zhang Mu Bai kicked Li Jun Tu fiercely: "What are you still standing here for? Are you waiting for Qian Jing to come out and pick you up? If he really comes out, you won't need to be here to hold a funeral for Luo Lin, you can just go back and hold one for yourself!"

  Li Jun felt a chill run from head to toe as he was drenched in cold water, shivering twice and causing his fat to jiggle. He no longer had his usual arrogant demeanor, his face pale as he sprinted like someone who had just lost their father and rushed back from 100 miles away to mourn, bursting into the mourning hall.

  Li Juntu walked into the mourning hall and took a sneak peek at Gan Jing, his chubby face twitching slightly. He secretly wondered why the city master didn't tell him clearly that there was a madman in the mourning hall this time, and whether he had offended him just now? Would he suddenly become impulsive and slash people with his sword? "Head." Luo Qingqing, as a family member, knelt on the ground and thanked Li Juntu.

  "Hmm...” Li Jun nodded habitually, suddenly remembering the person standing next to the coffin, who seemed to dislike his previous pretentiousness. He hastily stepped forward and helped Ro Qingqing up with both hands: "Ah! I just found out about Luo Lin's matter, what a pity for this business genius. Just a few days ago, I was thinking of promoting him to be the deputy president of the Chamber of Commerce, but unexpectedly he returned to the arms of the stars at such a young age."

  "It's not too late now." A dry, cold voice floated into Li Juntu's ears: "Luo Lin's younger sister Qingqing is much stronger than the fatty in business, why not give the deputy president of the Chamber of Commerce to Qingqing instead?"

  Li Jun's body suddenly felt a chill, his extra flesh making him even more sensitive. He had an overwhelming urge to slap himself twice. This was the kind of polite phrase that people usually didn't take seriously, and those who were spoken to would just smile humbly and let it pass. But Gan Jing actually took it literally...

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