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Chapter 328 A Corpse Hidden in a Coffin?

Seeing Hou San lead his men into the mourning hall, Shi Qiaobo became anxious.

"Dare to touch my dad's coffin, I'll fuck your mother!" he roared, rushing forward to try and stop Hou San.

But a steel rod came swinging from the side, and he quickly dodged backward, causing his half-rimmed glasses to fall off his nose. He was then caught by two people on his side.

"Stop him! Quick!"

"No, Brother Qiao, how can we stop them? They came prepared, there are too many of them, we can't possibly beat them."

"Big sister, quickly call second brother!"

As Shih Chiao-po spoke, he grabbed a plastic stool and rushed forward.

The middle-aged woman, who was hiding in the distance, immediately took out her mobile phone.

Just as Shi Qiaobo was about to rush forward, he noticed the crowd of onlookers were quite excited, so he hurriedly shouted, "Friends and family, you've seen this! Today is my father's funeral, and Hou San has brought people to cause trouble. Should we agree to this?"

He thought he would hear the words "no".

Unexpectedly, the onlookers took two steps back and looked at him strangely.

Shi Qiaobo grinned and said, "Everyone, give me one word: will you help or not?"

Immediately someone shouted, "Qiao Bai, it's not that we don't want to help, but this is thuggish fighting. Do you think we'd dare to help?"

“That’s right, Hou San isn’t wrong either. The things you two brothers have been doing in Xiama Town over the years haven’t been very ethical…”

Shi Qiaobo wanted to find the person who spoke, but the person was hidden in the crowd and his face could not be seen.

Seeing Hou San about to rush into the mourning hall, he had a sudden inspiration: "Let's do it! If any of you help, I'll give each of you three hundred yuan. If you injure or kill anyone, it's on me, and I'll give you another three thousand yuan! Are you in or not?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the steel rod that had missed its target struck him heavily on the shoulder.

"Fuck you! I'll make you scream like a baby!"

Shi Qiaobo felt as if he had been hit by a meteorite in the shoulder and collapsed to the ground.

He was also experienced in the ways of the world, and enduring the excruciating pain, he crawled towards his elder sister's feet.

"Big sister, get second brother here, quick!"

Meanwhile, Hou San rushed into the mourning hall and shouted outside, "Brothers, give them a good beating!"

Then, he whispered to his three trusted men, "Pry open the coffin!"

"Brother, fighting is one thing, but are you really going to pry open the old man's coffin?"

“Yeah, if we do that, Shi Qiaosong will definitely fight us to the death…”

Hou San said, "Don't be afraid, we have people backing us up."

"Brother, I advise you not to do this. It's immoral and doesn't follow the rules of the underworld."

"You don't know anything! Let me tell you the truth, Shi Qiaosong is finished this time. Otherwise, would I dare to come looking for trouble with them? Give me one word, are you in or not?"

"No, people believe in the importance of being buried in peace, and I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep at night."

"I'm fine with fighting, but I can't bring myself to pry open someone's coffin!"

Hou San knew they had a point. Normally, he wouldn't want to do this either, feeling it would be against the natural order. But this time, if he dared to back down, the consequences would be dire.

He cursed viciously, "Get out! Guard the gate, I'll handle this!"

The three henchmen nodded in agreement, grabbed their steel rods, and ran to the door. When they saw someone rushing in, they beat them back.

Although they dared not pry open the coffin, they were excellent gatekeepers. They found several long benches to block the entrance as obstacles, and they carried steel rods more than a meter long with the ends flattened for stabbing. They were very experienced in the ways of the world.

Hou San glanced at the mahogany coffin, swallowed hard, and quickly found a hammer and chisel—items used by stonemasons.

As far as he knew, the old man lying in the coffin was a stonemason in Xiama Town when he was young. His own house was built with stones carved by the old man.

Before Hou San took action, he bowed three times to the coffin.

"Old man, I'm really sorry. It wasn't that I was targeting you. The person who asked me to pry open your coffin was surnamed Yang. If I didn't do it, they wouldn't have let me off the hook!"
"Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. If you know this in the afterlife, go find them. I apologize for the trouble."

After saying this, Hou San inserted the chisel next to the nails sealing the coffin, then raised the hammer and smashed it hard against the chisel from the side.

"Bang, bang!"

I pounded on it several times, but the nail didn't budge.

The nails used to seal the coffin were not ordinary nails; once sealed, they could not be removed. They were all high-quality long nails, making them difficult to pry open.

Hou San cursed and swore, and after striking the nail more than a dozen times, he finally broke the first nail.

He glanced back and saw a large crowd gathered outside the door, mostly onlookers.

"Holy crap, Hou San's gone mad! Respect for the dead is paramount, what's he trying to do?"

"That's right. No matter what wrong the Shi brothers have done, they shouldn't have pried open the old man's coffin."

"Hou San, what you're doing is going to kill people. Shi Qiaosong will never let you get away with this."

"Hou San, you bastard, stop!" Shi Qiaobo's eyes were bloodshot as he cursed and tried to rush inside, but was blocked by the three thugs at the door.

"Fuck your mother, I will never let you go, I will make your whole family pay with their lives for my father!"

At this moment, the music outside did not stop. "Where is the Road Ahead?" had been sung for the third time, accompanied by the loud and piercing sound of the suona.

"...Crossing mountains and rivers, shoulders frosted with white, braving wind, clouds, thunder and lightning, singing heroically all the way, towards the ends of the earth, towards the ends of the earth, la la la la..."

Hou San's heart pounded, but he dared not stop. Now that things had come to this, only one thought remained in his mind: I was forced, I was forced…

Having broken the first sealing nail, Hou San, now more experienced, moved faster and faster, prying around the coffin. When he reached the last few nails, a familiar voice suddenly rang out from outside the door.

"Hou San, you fucking stop!"

He looked at the crowd, sweating profusely. Shi Qiaosong and his men stood outside the door, like a lion whose home had been robbed, staring at him with bloodshot eyes.

"If you dare to pry open my old man's coffin, I'll kill you."

Hou San swallowed hard, feeling incredibly guilty, but then he noticed the people standing behind Qiao Song, especially that tall figure…

He gritted his teeth and shouted, "If you have the guts, kill me! Today I'm going to show you what will happen to you if you bully the people of Xiama Town!"

Shi Qiaosong, in his fifties, was wearing a black suit and holding a mobile phone. Seeing that Hou San was unmoved, he continued to pry open the coffin with a hammer.

He shouted, "Hou San, stop right now! We can talk this over. If I've wronged you, let's sit down and talk it over. I'll give you a satisfactory explanation!"

"If you dare to pry open my old man's coffin, let me tell you, I'll fight this battle for you—it's either you or me!"

Shi Qiaobo, clutching his shoulder, shouted from the side, "Brother, don't waste your breath on him, beat him to death!"

Shi Qiaosong squinted and watched as Hou San threw down the iron hammer, preparing to lift the coffin lid. He shouted, "Charge! Kill him!"

Hou San's brothers from outside have been beaten down, and now only three people are guarding the door.

The crowd rushed in, but they dared not actually use the steel pipes to stab people, as that would kill them.

In an instant, the three were overwhelmed by the crowd and shoved behind the door by the other group, where they were brutally beaten.

Hou San was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat. He took a few steps back, and just as he was about to be grabbed, he shouted, "Amitabha!"

He gritted his teeth and charged toward the mahogany coffin.

The coffin was supported by four long wooden benches, which he slammed against with his shoulder.

The coffin was very heavy and did not move at all.

Hou San was shocked and stunned.

"boom!"

The gun went off!
Hou San was so frightened that he lay on the ground. He saw Shi Qiaobo holding a pistol in one hand, and he didn't know where he got it from. The gun was pointed at Hou San.

"Fuck your mother, pry it open, pry it open! I'm going to break your legs today!"

Hou Sanyi trembled: "Brother, this is a crime, do you know that?"

"Damn it, you dare to pry open my old man's coffin? You're going to die right here today!"

Shi Qiaosong, who was standing nearby, immediately scolded, "Third brother, put the gun away! Don't be reckless!"

As soon as the gunshot rang out, the crowd that rushed into the mourning hall immediately ran away, terrified.

At this moment, more than a dozen people stood in the mourning hall, facing Hou San on the ground.

"Brother, we can't let this go! Even if Hou San doesn't die today, he'll have to lose a leg!"

Of course, they couldn't let it go like that, but Shi Qiaosong suddenly realized that he didn't recognize half of the dozen or so people in their group. These people were standing quietly to the side, watching the show.

Without saying a word, Shi Qiaosong snatched the gun from his younger brother's hand and removed the magazine.

"elder brother!"

"you shut up!"

Yang Jinwen raised his hand, smiling as he gestured for them to continue. "No, don't fire! Otherwise, you'll lose face. Don't worry about us, you guys continue."

Shi Qiaosong stared intently at him: "Brother, you look familiar. Where are you from?"

Yang Jinwen squinted: "They came from Annam."

“If you’re here to mourn the old man, you’re welcome. If you’re here to cause trouble, I, Shi Qiaosong, am not afraid of trouble.”

At that moment, Cai Ting was putting her hand inside her clothes when Yang Jinwen raised his hand and said expressionlessly, "I said, you can continue."

Shi Qiaosong was a little confused, not knowing what the other party meant.

But Hou San, who was lying on the ground, understood. He wanted to stand up, but felt it would be too conspicuous. So, he stretched out his hands, grabbed a leg of a bench, and pulled it outwards with all his might.

As the suona horns sounded outside, he shouted, "Having fought through countless hardships, let's set off again! Let's set off again!"

With a loud bang, one side of the coffin collapsed, and the coffin lid slid to the ground.

"Fuck your mother!" Shi Qiaobo rushed forward, trying to support the coffin.

But the coffin lid had already slipped off, and half of a corpse was sticking out of the coffin—it was a female corpse.

Hou San's throat tightened, and he jumped up from the ground: "My God, it's come back to life! A man turned into a woman? Is this your old man? Is this your old man?"

"Holy crap, there are two corpses in the coffin! Shi Qiaosong, how dare you! You killed someone and hid them in your old man's coffin!"
"Fellow villagers, come in quickly! Something terrible has happened! A major disaster has occurred!"

Shi Qiaosong was stunned. He gripped the magazine tightly in his hand, then shouted to his men, "Block the door! Don't let anyone in!"

He then tried to load the magazine into the chamber, but someone grabbed his shoulder and took the gun from his hand.

"Don't even move!"

"Hands on your head!"

"We are from the Municipal Public Security Bureau, all of you, kneel down!"

(End of this chapter)