Sinbu senanda's face was gloomy.
"There's definitely something wrong with this incense!"
Simbu senanda's confidant spoke first, and the brothers behind him echoed.
Zuo Xiangdong and the remaining brothers of the Hong gang took a step forward when they saw that they dared to be so presumptuous in the mourning hall.
It was activated at the first touch.
However, Lin Hanxing raised his hand and stopped the impulsiveness behind him.
"The visitor is a guest."
As he spoke, Lin Hanxing walked towards the senanda family.
Sinbu senanda's heart skipped a beat. He barely suppressed the urge to order his confidant to protect him. He still remembered the losses he had suffered because of this woman.
Lin Hanxing took three joss sticks from someone else, bowed, and inserted them into the incense burner.
It was done in one go without any abnormalities.
"How can you be so rude to a guest?"
