“Sis, who are those people? They’re here to cause a scene, right? They’re wearing such red clothes!” Beatrice took a few steps back as she looked at the people in red clothing and odd hairstyles.

Dorothy whispered. “They’re definitely trouble.”

Claire chuckled coldly. “The old lady used to be so bossy, so she must’ve offended quite a lot of people when she was alive. I’d say that this is her karma—everyone is here to seek revenge as soon as she died.”

Unexpectedly, Claire was right this time.

These men in red walked in with stern expressions on their faces, pushing anyone that was in their way forcefully.

Some even lost balance and fell to the ground.

However, looking at their stance, none of them dared to express their anger. The guests could only crawl back up to their feet and watch the situation unfold.

“Who are you people?” Anderson stood forward and asked. Since his brother had vomited blood, he had to step up as the old lady’s second son.

Suddenly, one of the men in red