My Super Black Technology Empire

"Compensation? Haha." Cai Kun also sneered, pulled out a dagger from the knife sleeve on his leg, and cut the rope with a single knife. Wang Fugui carried Yuan Hua on his body and walked towards Ye Fan.

At this time, a dozen other young people saw this and followed, with some malicious eyes in their eyes, holding hoes and other tools in their hands, and they looked like they were going to fight.

"Want to fight?" Cai Kun looked at those people with gloomy eyes. As one of the insiders who knew the situation, Cai Kun had no good feelings for them.

Ye Fan looked at the old man coldly. In fact, he didn't look that old. He was probably in his fifties, but he seemed to have problems with his legs and feet, so he had to walk with a cane, probably because he had experienced too much. The vicissitudes of life and the bitterness of life, so at first glance, it is indeed relatively old.

"Our funeral is completely legal and compliant. He is good, but he wants to stop him. He also said that he recognized the deceased. This deceased was from our village.

He knows a fart, and he comes here all day to make trouble. "The old man pointed at Yuan Hua on Wang Fugui's back with a cane and said.

"Hehe, where did the law come from, and where did the rules come from? You made it yourself? If he hadn't made a big fuss today, I'm afraid you would have already succeeded." Ye Fan stepped forward and looked at them with bad eyes.

Those young men were stunned by Ye Fan's eyes, and they didn't know if they were wrong, so they didn't take up the conversation.

It may also be because there are only three people on Ye Fan's side. There are at least thirty or forty young men present, as well as dozens of middle-aged men. There are many of them, and they are indeed not afraid of Ye Fan's upheaval.

Ye Fan walked all the way to the mourning hall, where a coffin was parked, and there were many banners hanging outside, some from Taoism and some from Buddhism. There was a mess, but it was very lively.

There is a bench under the banner of the mourning hall. There is a man and a woman sitting on the bench. They are about forty or fifty years old. , with a white cloth folded hat on his head.

It gives the impression that these two people are dressed very "grandly", and they are very particular about it from top to bottom. Ordinary guests wear a white rope to save face. If you don't wear anything, no one will say anything about you. Basically, it is the close relatives of the deceased who will be so grand.

The two were sitting very close, and they looked like a middle-aged couple. There were some people sitting beside them. While Ye Fan was looking at them, they were also looking at Ye Fan.

The surrounding paper figurines are very rich, and there are several paper houses that are taller than people, and there are many paper figurines of housemaids and maids behind them.

For an ordinary funeral, this is already very grand.

On the left is an offering table with snacks such as fruit pastries, and some sweets, stacked high, and in the center of the table are two black and white photos of a man and a woman.

The man Ye Fan did not know. When Ye Fan saw the photo of the girl, his aura became cold. Even Wang Fugui, who followed Ye Fan earlier, had never seen Ye Fan like this. .

Ye Fan took three sticks of incense from the side, lit them with a lighter, and respectfully inserted them into the gap of the coffin.

Others present thought that Ye Fan was a relative from the family or something. Although Ye Fan was indeed familiar, they couldn't remember who it was.

It's just that in this village, most of them are close relatives, familiar but unable to name them. They may also be people from neighboring villages or towns. They don't feel too strange.

"Who killed the people?" After the incense was served, Ye Fan turned his back to them and asked coldly.

No one at the scene answered, and they all looked at Ye Fan for unknown reasons, not knowing what was going on.

Ye Fan took the girl's photo from the mourning hall and slowly placed it on the coffin.

"Bang!" He kicked out of the mourning hall, and the whole table flew out a few meters away, and the candy and fruit on it were scattered all over the place, a mess.

"What are you doing?!" Someone finally couldn't help but burst out and walked towards Ye Fan, but just as a few people stepped forward, they were all brought down by Tang Xue, grinning on the ground.

"I'm telling you, you've got a problem." Wang Fugui said coldly, putting the unconscious Yuan Hua on the ground and letting him sit against a pillar.

"Young people, don't think that you are very good at fighting, so you just come here and do whatever you want. Our group of peasants really want to fight, and it's not a fuel-efficient lamp." The old man walked up with a cane and said.

"Who killed it?" Ye Fan's voice was still very brief, but the icy coldness in his words made the people around him chill.

At this time, more and more young villagers came here, holding equipment in their hands, and it seemed that the situation at the scene was going to get out of control.

"Okay, young man, I'll talk about the later things later. Now that the auspicious time has come, let's carry the coffin and bury it. Today is the day, so we have to be buried together.

Otherwise, after today, the coffin will have to stop for five days. "At this time, the old man with a cane came out quickly to smooth things out.

All of a sudden, many young guys rushed over, staring at Ye Fan with bad eyes.

"I see who dares!" The Glock was directly pulled out by Ye Fan, and his momentum directly overwhelmed everyone.

I watch a lot of shootout movies against my family, but in reality, when someone is standing in front of a Glock with a Glock, they can experience the true horror of this "murder weapon".

No one dared to speak any more. Even the women who had been watching the fun, when Ye Fan took out the Glock, subconsciously took the children beside him back.

"Come on! Shoot! Plainclothes are great, aren't they? Scare the common people with guns! Guns are great! Guns make you prestige, right? I tell you, my mother doesn't eat your shit.

Do you want to play torture to extract confessions? Believe it or not, the old lady is going to report to the town government to see if there is any king law in this world! "A pungent aunt stepped forward, and it seemed that she was a relative of the family here.

"We didn't kill anyone, why do you hold guns at us, we are all law-abiding citizens!" Others also roared.

"Do you really think I dare not?" Ye Fan glanced coldly at the early bird and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The early bird fell down instantly, and a few others were booing, and the young man who wanted to hit Ye Fan with a stone was also lying down in an instant.