The bald man's temper was extremely irritable, and he kicked the car door hard, causing the driver's face to change instantly.
"Serious business? Just you wait and see!"
The driver was also stubborn, too lazy to explain further, and pressed hard on the horn.
A piercing noise blared out, instantly spreading throughout the village.
"What's happening?"
The mourners walked out of the courtyard to look, seeing even the hearse was blocked. This couldn't stand, so they immediately picked up tools and charged at the few clueless punks.
"What the hell is going on?"
The blond-haired guy and his crew were still kicking at the car door and had even snapped off the side mirror when they suddenly noticed dozens of young men in mourning garb emerging from the village, wielding various farming tools and charging aggressively at them.
"Are these white-collar coats so fashionable in the village now?"
