As soon as Yun Jian finished speaking, the surrounding people didn’t even know when Yun Jian held the two shiny butterfly knives in the beautiful hands that had just put on the transparent gloves.
When the people present reacted to what Yun Jian had just said, their hearts suddenly trembled and their expressions suddenly changed drastically. Lin Xingyuan, who was standing not far away, suddenly stared at Yun Jian with his eyes wide open and said loudly,
“Your weapon! Didn’t you already put your weapon on the table in front of the Mourning Hall? Why do you still have a knife on you? !”
Yun Jian had placed his only weapon in front of Lin Jiaoyue’s ashes box and portrait. The clothes she was wearing were not heavy. Judging from her appearance, it seemed that she had already handed over all her weapons.
That was why Lin Xingyuan dared to stand in front of all the guests and guests, and looked directly at Yun Zhi.
