Commanding Wind and Cloud
chapter-149

Qian Jin sat on the chair as he stared at Fabreidis; he really didn’t know what to say. "What is going on? I fixed [Dual Moon] and got myself a cold and beautiful fiancée?" He thought to himself.

Although they had not engaged in any longer conversations, Qian Jin could tell Gomez Jane’s personality. She was exquisite, but she had the fortitude that most of men couldn’t match. Although she was quiet, she was a very good girl.

"Jane is yours to take care of." Fabreidis shook both of Qian Jin’s hands forcefully with his own, and the smile on Fabreidis’s face made Qian Jin think of the fatty Rollin who was lying in the coffin.

Qian Jin turned his head and looked at the coffin, and Fabreidis’ big and strong hand patted his shoulders as Fabreidis’ whispered, "According to tradition, he should be buried this morning. You will be really busy in a few hours. Maybe take some time to rest or to prepare."

"Busy?" Qian Jin turned around and looked at the empty yard. He actually didn’t know what there was to be busy about. He just needed to find a few people to take fatty’s coffin into the graveyard and bury it.

But many things were completely different from his imagination.

Right after dinner, people started to appear in the empty mourning hall. Zhang Mumbai, the level 9 warrior and the general at Oakland’s City Defense Force showed up first. Then all the government officials and famous merchants at Oakland showed up in groups to pay their respect at Rollin’s mourning hall.

After they paid their respect, these people didn’t leave and sat down according to their classes and identities. People like Zhang Mumbai were able to sit down in the mourning hall, and other people with a lower status had to sit down in the yard.

Rosella was kneeling in front of the coffin; she would bow at everyone who came to pay their respect according to tradition. As he witnessed the whole thing, Qian Jin felt the impulse of kicking everyone out. "Letting this soft and weak girl bow continuously... Don’t these people feel bad for her?" He thought.

It was an hour past lunch time, and there was still no stop to the people who came to pay respect to Rollin.

Qian Jin sneered as he glanced at these people who were pretty influential at Oakland. He knew that this is Rollin’s mourning hall, but anyone who didn’t know might think this is the funeral of the mayor Sabonis.

"Fatty." Qian Jin leaned against the front of the coffin and looked at Rollin who looked like he was sleeping. "You probably never expected this. All the influential figures at Oakland came here to pay respect to you."

With his hands behind his hand, Fabreidis greeted people coming to the funeral infrequently as he walked towards Qian Jin. "Look, these people all received the invitation from Sabonis. The mayor is showing his friendliness to you." He said as he stood beside Qian Jin and looked at the yard that was filled with people.

Qian Jin curled his lips as he looked at Fabreidis and said, "Don’t you think it is a bit too late? Without his acquiescence, Cae Family dares to kill fatty?"

"Therefore, he is trying to make up for it."

"A man cannot revive after being killed." Qian Jin looked at the people coming and going from the mourning hall with an emotionless expression on his face. "Many things can’t be made up for."

Fabreidis frowned as he asked Qian Jin in surprise, "You are still going to continue?"

"Not today." Qian Jin relied with a light tone, "As you said, Sabonis was able to become the mayor and must have people and supporters behind him. If I’m a lonely wolf, I would chop Sabonis up with my blade today. But Rosella is also involved in this. I can run away, but it doesn’t mean that Rosella can run away with Roll Family and their businesses."

"You are smart." Fabreidis praised as he nodded.

"Not a lot." Qian Jin waved his hand at someone who was trying to get close to him as if he was trying to get rid of a fly. That person also knew what was going on and left quickly. "But I will remember all these. After some time, I will come back and make him pay for what he did." Qian Jin said.

"Can I think of this as holding a grudge and a resentment?"

"Sure." Qian Jin laughed; he didn’t mind it at all. "Things like this will happen twice if it had already occurred. I don’t want it to occur for the second time. Therefore, I have to do something to let these people consider if they are able to bear the consequences of their actions."

"President of Oakland Commercial Trading Firm, Lee Junta, is arriving~"

A shout sounded outside of the gate. Qian Jin raised his eyebrows as he reached over and stopped Rosella who was sitting down and wanted to get up to greet and welcome him.

Someone announced it again after not seeing anyone coming out to greet.

Zhang Mumbai was sitting across from Qian Jin and drinking the tea. But Qian Jin laughed as he looked at the gate as he flexed his neck and his shoulders. He stretched and crackled his knuckles and said, "Looks like I have to greet Mr. President myself."

Zhang Mumbai was chatting and having a good time with someone else, but his hands shook and some of the tea spilled onto his hands when he heard that. He instantly stood and rushed to Qian Jin’s side as he said, "Please hold up, please hold up. I will take care of it." He didn’t even take care of his hands that were burnt by the hot tea.

Qian Jin leaned back on the coffin again and continued his conversation he was having with Fabreidis despite everyone in the mourning hall staring at him in surprise.

Zhang Mumbai on the other hand didn’t bother to answer the curious stares on him, and he ran towards the gate earnestly. Other people didn’t know much about Qian Jin; the mayor only told them that he is a big character. But as the mayor’s loyal henchman, he knew that this young man who looked a little unhappy a moment ago had killed Demon Fighter Glan, Bloodline Warrior Cage, and Cae Family’s head representative at Oakland Caeller less than twelve hours ago.

"Madman!" After Zhang Mumbai heard about this secret from the mayor, he didn’t dare to say no to Qian Jin or make him upset. When he was running towards the gate, he was scared that Qian Jin might be unsatisfied with his running speed and chop him up; at that moment, he wished that he could get two more legs to speed himself up.

"What is with General Zhang? He is being worked by that young man like a servant."

"Who knows? He isn’t like this when he came to us with the City Defense Force to ask for money and taxes."

"Yeah, who knows? After all, the mayor sent out the invitation with the red cover and golden edges. This is the invitation that mayor would only send when he put a lot of emphasis on it."

"This young man is probably the descendent of a huge Bloodline Family."

"Lower your voices, tone it down. He is looking this way."

"President of Oakland Commercial Trading Firm..."

"Shut the fuck up!" Zhang Mumbai stepped out of the gate and kicked the President’s servant who was announcing it again in the stomach. That servant rolled on the ground for a few cycles and looked at Zhang Mumbai in confusion as a painful expression appeared on his face. "What is going on? I’m just saying what I usually say..." He thought.

"If you want to die, don’t drag me with you." After Zhang Mumbai kicked him, he still hadn’t calm down. He held the servant up by the collar and gave him two slaps on the face as he shouted, "Shout again?! You want to shout again? You really want to die that bad?"

Lee Junta was waiting impatiently with his hands behind his back and his head raised high. When he saw Zhang Mumbai, his family-in-law walking out, he was about to say something. But when he saw his servant getting beaten by him, the smile on his face instantly disappeared. "Although you are the general at City’s Defense Force, and our son and daughter are married together, how could you hit my servant without my consent? That’s no different than hitting my face!" He thought.

"General Zhang..." Lee Junta said with a deep voice, "If my servant did something wrong, it seems like I don’t need other people to teach him a lesson for me."

Zhang Mumbai threw the servant on the ground. The anger on his face didn’t tone down, but rather increased due to Lee Junta’s words. He walked up for two more steps and shouted, "If you want to die, don’t drag me along!"

Lee Junta had never seen Zhang Mumbai this mad. After Zhang Mumbai shouted at him and spurted out a lot of saliva onto his face, he was stunned. "Family...Family-in-law, what is going on?"

"What is going on?" Zhang Mumbai got even madder as he stared at Lee Junta who was short and fat. "Do you know who is waiting for you inside? Qian Jin! He chopped Demon Fighter Glan last night, and he killed Bloodline Warrior Cage despite the fact that he knew he was the student of Zene Skylar. He also kicked Caeller from Cae Family in the head and killed him as well."

Lee Junta’s face instantly paled. His hands shook uncontrollably, and he swallowed his drool continuously. He asked in stammer with his eyes wide open, "This... This guy is a madman? Does he know what he is doing? Is this real?"

"Of course!" Zhang Mumbai stared at Lee Junta, "Why are you standing there still? Do you want him to come out to welcome you? If he actually came out, then you don’t need to stay here for Rollin’s funeral; you can go back home and prepare your own funeral!"

Lee Junta felt like a bucket of cold water poured down from his head and wetted every part of his body including his toes. He shivered uncontrollably, and all the fat on his body jumped around violently. He no longer looked like someone who was really high up; he rushed into the mourning hall with his white pale face as if he was a son who just lost his father and came home from several hundred miles away.

Lee Junta walked into the mourning hall and peeked at Qian Jin. That fat on his face shook a little as he thought, "Damn the mayor. He didn’t tell me that there is a madman here. Did I just offend him? Would he pull out his blade and chop me in half?"

"President." As a family member, Rosella kneeled on the ground and bowed towards Lee Junta.

"Eh..." Lee Junta also nodded habitually. But he suddenly remembered that there was someone standing beside the coffin who didn’t like his rich and elegant appearance. He quickly walked up and helped Rosella stand up. "Ah! I just heard the news about Rollin. It’s quite unfortunate that a business genius like him passed away. I was planning to promote him to vice-president at the firm, but I didn’t expect him to return to the stars this young."

"It’s not too late." Qian Jin’s cold voice sounded in Lee Junta’s ear, "Rollin’s little sister Rosella is even better at business than fatty. How about you give the position of vice-president to her."

A chill went down Lee Junta’s spine, and the fat on his body shook even more. He felt like slapping himself on the face. The fanfare and social formulae that people say at such occasions were never taken seriously by anyone; most people would act humbly and shift the topic. He didn’t expect Qian Jin to treat his words seriously...