Wang Zixuan was about to say something, but Wang An raised his hand to stop her, and said indifferently, "Patriarch Yin, your daughter is really daring to act against our Wang and Song families. Have you considered the consequences?"

"Patriarch Wang, our people are just maintaining order. As long as you don't make trouble, they will naturally not mess around." Yin Quan said lightly.

"Yin Quan, I'll give you another chance. Do you really want to fight against our two giants for an unknown junior?" Wang An narrowed his eyes and said.

"Lu Chen is an ally of our Yin family, and his affairs are naturally our Yin family's affairs." Yin Quan's expression remained unchanged.

The arrow was on the string and had to be fired. From the moment the decision was made, the Yin family had no way out.

"Okay! I have the guts!"

Wang An snorted coldly: "I want to see today how capable your Yin family is!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a hearse carrying a coffin suddenly roared over and stopped directly at the gate of the Yin family company.

The hearse is a van model of Jinbei brand, the whole body is black.

A big white flower hangs in front, and a row of small wreaths are posted on the left and right sides.

Written on the car were two large white characters: Funeral.

Seeing this scene, the Yin family immediately frowned.

On the opening day, the hearse came to the door. This was not a congratulations, but a funeral!

How unlucky!

"Woo�!"

As soon as the hearse stopped, two more commercial vehicles followed closely behind.

As the car door opened, a large number of people wearing white mourning clothes quickly swarmed out.

At the same time, an exquisite coffin was carried out, and finally placed at the door of the company with a "dong" sound.

"Which of you is the founder of Yulu Paste, get out!"

At this time, a middle-aged man dressed in sackcloth and filial piety suddenly stepped forward and shouted angrily.

"Who are you? Why did you bring this thing here?"

Yin Tao took a step forward and asked coldly.

"Of course I want to seek justice from you bunch of traitors!"

The middle-aged man said with grief and indignation: "The Yulu ointment you sell is clearly poison. My dad died after using it last night. You must give me an explanation today!"

As he spoke, he lifted his hands vigorously and opened the coffin lid on the spot.

I saw an old man wearing a shroud lying in the coffin.

The old man was thin, his face was purple, and there were black blood stains between his mouth and nose.

His chest no longer rose and fell, and his breath was completely cut off.

"Hmph! You'd better not talk nonsense! Our Yulu ointment has been strictly tested, and there will never be any problems. Your father's death has nothing to do with us!" Yin Tao frowned.

As soon as they broke up, trouble came to the door. It was obvious that this was all a conspiracy between the Wang and Song families. JrNovels.com