Chapter 287

He Daqing warned.

"Wait, the funeral tent is also dismantled, I'll give you another twenty yuan."

Wan Ping'an spoke again.

The eight porters' eyes lit up.

The funeral tent was very simple, just a few pillars and some white cloth; once dismantled, they could leave.

The coffin was gone.

The area in front of the Wan family was quiet.

"Ping'an, I don't admire anyone, but I admire you!"

Xu Damao gave a thumbs up.

"Ping'an, the Jia family definitely won't let it go, and inside this, I'm afraid Yi Zhonghai is involved too, you have to be careful!"

Xu Damao lowered his voice.

"I dared to throw the coffin away, so I'm not afraid of them!"

"The Jia family doesn't come looking for me, I'll look for them. Dismantling the funeral tent, hiring people to transport the coffin away, I spent a whole hundred yuan."

"The Jia family must give me this money, plus double the mental damages."

Wan Ping'an sneered.

Jia Zhang and Jia Dongxu must have hidden away.

They thought like most people, that Wan Ping'an, even if very annoyed, wouldn't do anything to the coffin.

But they guessed wrong; Wan Ping'an dared to throw the coffin away.

Huh?

Xu Damao was dumbfounded; Wan Ping'an still wanted money from the Jia family?

Throwing the coffin away and still wanting money?

"Ping'an, you're truly a great person!"

Xu Damao's vocabulary was exhausted.

He couldn't think of how to describe Wan Ping'an.

"You, you..."

Yi Zhonghai pointed at Wan Ping'an, his finger trembling.

He realized the trouble was big.

Old Jia's coffin was thrown away, Jia Zhang couldn't do anything to Wan Ping'an, so she definitely wouldn't let him off; he had brought fire upon himself.

"Bad!"

"The coffin can't have anything happen to it!"

Yi Zhonghai reacted.

Wan Ping'an could throw Old Jia's coffin away.

But he absolutely couldn't let Old Jia have anything happen to him, so he turned and chased after them.

More than half an hour later.

Old Jia's coffin was back, but it didn't dare go to the back courtyard; it was placed in the middle courtyard at the Jia family's door, the place where it had been parked after being brought back from the hospital.

There was quite a bit of silt on the coffin.

"Wan Ping'an, are you satisfied now?"

"The coffin was fished out of a sewer!"

Yi Zhonghai glared at Wan Ping'an through gritted teeth.

When he chased after them, the eight porters were long gone.

He asked and chased all the way, finally finding the coffin in a sewer, and spent another fifty yuan to have someone fish it out.

"Are you afraid?"

"If I'm not mistaken, even if you didn't come up with the idea of putting the coffin in front of my door, you definitely participated."

"Guess, when Jia Zhang comes back, will she settle the score with me, or with you?"

Wan Ping'an smiled.

The more flustered Yi Zhonghai was, the more it showed he was guilty.

Wan Ping'an turned and left.

This matter wasn't over!

Parking the coffin in front of his door was too disgusting.

When Jia Zhang comes back, he'll settle the old and new scores together.

The Jia family and Yi Zhonghai must both pay the price!