The moment Wen Ning finished speaking, Gu Jianming sneered and gave him a look of utter contempt.
"Heh, any nobody thinks he can throw his weight around these days. You say someone entrusted you with this, and we're supposed to believe you? Where's your proof? Show us. Or did you see the commotion in our family and decide to fish in troubled waters, hoping to cash in? What a piece of work."
Gu Jianguo also recovered his composure and chimed in.
"Exactly. Anyone can make empty claims. Some punk of unknown origins has no business telling our family what to do. Get lost, or we'll beat you up too."
The two egged each other on, their damned arrogance flaring up again. They paid Wen Ning no regard whatsoever.
Clutching the spot where he had been hit, Gu Jianjun looked at Wen Ning with disbelief as well.
He did not know this young man, who had suddenly stepped forward to speak up for him.
Though he was grateful, the claim that his father had entrusted Wen Ning with this was simply too far-fetched. For a moment, he did not know whether to believe it.
Wen Ning was not angered by their disbelief. His calm gaze swept over Gu Jianguo and Gu Jianming, and he spoke coldly.
"It doesn't matter if you don't believe me. I have my ways of convincing you completely."
Before his words had faded, Wen Ning circulated his magical power, and the aura around him abruptly changed.
A series of faint crackles suddenly sounded in the funeral hall, which had only just quieted down, as though electricity were leaking.
Faint blue currents silently coursed through the air half a foot around Wen Ning. The atmosphere suddenly grew oppressive, as though an invisible force were pressing in from every