Gongsun Qian laughed angrily: "For your funeral, our deceased will not be allowed to rest in peace. Are you still being reasonable?"

"Having money is the right thing to do!"

Zhao Xiaoyan glared at Gongsun Qian angrily: "A bunch of people are trying to be fair and reasonable with us. Do they have the qualifications and capital?"

"Also, a little bastard would have such a frivolous funeral. He would just dig a place and bury it. He would be so fancy that it would make people laugh to death."

"I'm warning you, don't make any noise, or I'll break your hands."

She shouted lowly: "Even the people buried inside, I will dig them out and crush their bones and spread their ashes."

"Snapped!"

This time, Ye Fan didn't talk nonsense anymore, raised his hand and slapped Zhao Xiaoyan on the cheek.

It was crisp and loud, but it was also powerful and heavy. Zhao Xiaoyan screamed and fell straight out.

She knocked over her two companions and fell heavily to the ground.

She got up and covered her face and shouted angrily: "You bitch, if you dare to hit me, I will kill you..."

"Snapped!"

Ye Fan slapped Zhao Xiaoyan away again, and his voice resounded throughout the audience:

"Chu Ge's funeral can start whenever I want and take as long as I want."

"As an agent, you are not qualified to tell us what to do with Chu Ge."

Ye Fan took out a tissue and wiped his hands: "If you didn't want to kill people today, you would be dead by now."

Zhao Xiaoyan was furious: "You bastard, if you slap me twice, you can't keep your hands."

Ye Fan tilted his head slightly: "Sister Qian, write this down for me. After moving the grave, remind me to cut off both of her hands!"

Gongsun Qian glanced at Zhao Xiaoyan: "Okay!"

Ye Fan then turned his wheelchair and took a few steps forward:
Chapter completed!