At noon the next day, it rained a little in Hengcheng, making the sky a little gloomier.
But no matter how rainy and gloomy it is, Luo Feiyu's funeral will still be held.
For the thoughtful Luo Badao, having his son buried early would be a comfort to the whole family, otherwise they would not be able to calmly deal with the chaotic situation.
So despite being annoyed by the pouring rain, he still announced that Luo Feiyu would be buried on time.
For these wealthy families, they not only have their own ancestral halls, but also their own exclusive cemeteries.
The same goes for the Luo family.
The Luo Family Cemetery is located on a mountain more than 500 meters above sea level, with lush trees, a broad view, and the sea.
The feng shui is quite good.
Before going up the mountain, Luo Yanni specially sent a hook-nosed young man to lead fifty people to inspect the hill.
At the same time, she had people guarding all the commanding heights.
Bullets were also fired at several densely forested areas.
Even in the depths of the ravine with big trees above the road beneath his feet, the hook-nosed young man had someone use a drone to inspect it.
Ravines are safe, roads are safe, hills are safe, grass and trees are safe, cemeteries and tombstones are safe.
The origins of the guests, priests and nuns who came to watch the ceremony were also clear.
Even Luo Feiyu's coffin was checked several times to make sure there was no danger before it was put into the pit.
This made the Luo family father and daughter feel a lot more relaxed.
Amid the murmurings of a group of priests and nuns, the funeral procession of more than a hundred people slowly went up the mountain.
Luo Feiyu's death actually set off a lot of undercurrents in Hengcheng.
Luo Ba Dao sadly lost his beloved son, but for many people, it was the loss of a big devil.
Luo Feiyu has committed countless crimes over the years, and many of the female relatives of the powerful men who attended the ceremony were also bullied by him.
So there are only a handful of people who are truly sad.
But no matter what they think in their hearts, more than a hundred people still look sad on the outside.
You can't gloat at this moment, lest you get bitten by Luo Badao, a mad dog.
The same is true for Ye Fan and Ling Guojiang.
Although the two of them looked solemn, they still took the time to greet the other guests.
"Zhao Duwang, Qian Duwang, Sun Duwang, Li Duwang..."
As Ling Guojiang went up the mountain, he introduced the guests to Ye Fan and made him familiar with the people in the funeral procession.
"Hello Mr. Zhao, hello Mr. Qian, please take good care of me."
Ye Fan also shook hands with these Hengcheng big guys one by one during Ling Guojiang's introduction.
Among the top ten gambling kings in Hengcheng, except for no one from the Yang family, the nine gambling kings were all present.
However, Ye Fan also knew that this was not about siding with Luo Ba Dao, but more because everyone did not want to break up with Luo Ba Dao and be bitten by him.
Moreover, Luo Badao's son died after all, so it was appropriate for them to come and see him off.
In the future, major gambling kings will also attend the funerals of Yang Feicui and Jia Qilin.
Therefore, within an hour's journey, Ye Fan became familiar with these gambling kings...
All the major gambling kings regard Ye Fan as Ye Fan.
On the surface, they smiled and praised Ye Fan for his talent, but when they turned around, they showed a hint of contempt and laughed wildly.
Obviously they all know who Ling Anxiu's husband is.
The female relatives accompanying them even showed disdain for Ye Fan, sneering at him for being the number one softie in Hengcheng.
At the same time, they ridiculed Ling Guojiang for his brain damage. After killing his son, he had no one to rely on and had to look for trash to support him.
Ye Fan didn't care, he just wanted to dig out Zhu Qier's crutches and let these bastards vomit blood.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, the funeral procession arrived at the Luo Family Cemetery.
Under the auspices of a tall priest, the coffin was placed in a huge pit, waiting for the final dusting to say goodbye.
"Dangdangdang——"
After the priest reviewed the more glorious things in Luo Feiyu's life, ten nuns began to circle around the coffin.
They were still mumbling words.
Their songs were sad and long-lasting, and combined with the pastor's deep and powerful voice, they made the world feel a little colder.
After the ceremony was completed, the priest came forward holding the soil next to the coffin and spoke to Luo Badao respectfully:
"Mr. Luo, spread a handful of soil so that Master Luo can rest in peace."
The other nuns also presented a plate of soil to Ling Guojiang and other important guests.
Ye Fan also grabbed a handful out of etiquette.
Luo BaDao knew that this was the last ceremony.
With this handful of dust thrown away, I was completely disconnected from my son, and I couldn't help but feel sad.
"Feiyu!"
Luo Badao threw the dirt down: "Have a good trip!"
He has a cold temperament and is extremely suspicious, but Luo Feiyu is still his raised son.
The relationship between father and son for more than twenty years made him kneel on the wet ground involuntarily.
He shouted at the black coffin:
"Don't worry, daddy will definitely avenge you!"
"I will burn all my enemies to you."
At this moment, the pain shown by Luo Badao infected almost everyone.
Everyone seemed to hear a cry at the same time, pitiful parents all over the world screaming with heartbreak.
Then dozens of female relatives and nephews knelt down uncontrollably, crying and shouting Luo Feiyu's name along with Luo Badao.
Ling Guojiang and the other gambling kings instinctively took a few steps forward to advise:
"Lao Luo, please forgive me and accept the change. Don't break your body from crying."
"Yes, people cannot be resurrected. If you exhaust yourself, your son will blame himself."
"Get up, let Feiyu finish this last journey happily..."
A dozen big bosses pretended to be sad out of politeness to comfort Luo Badao.
There was not much emotion on Ye Fan's face.
For Ye Fan, if people like Luo Feiyu died earlier, it would be a good thing for him and Hengcheng.
At least it can save innocent people like Ling Anxiu from suffering a little harm.
So he couldn't pretend to be sad, and suppressed his smile more.
He helped Ling cross the river and took a few steps forward to spread the soil.
But when he reached the pit, Ye Fan's eyelids twitched and he turned around subconsciously.
He looked at a mountain peak opposite and smelled a hint of danger.
He vaguely saw that in this weather, there were still a few birds in the forest opposite.
Ye Fan instinctively became alert.
"Ye Fan?"
At this moment, on the commanding heights of a mountain opposite, Tang Ruoxue saw Ye Fan through the scope.
She couldn't help being slightly startled, and then she didn't expect to see him at Luo Feiyu's funeral.
Why does this guy always appear in his field of vision?
And why does this bastard have anything to do with a beast like Luo Feiyu?
I hope nothing happens to me this time!
Tang Ruoxue frowned slightly, and her finger on the trigger stopped invisible.
However, Tang Ruoxue quickly regained her composure after scanning the scene and staring at Luo Badao who was being helped up.
Business matters!
"Listen to my instructions. When I give the order later, you follow me and focus your fire on Luo Badao."
"Thirty-one sniper rifles fired at the same time, enough to shred Luo Ba Dao's protection and his armor."
Tang Ruoxue issued an order to the Bluetooth headset: "Once Luo Badao is killed, we will evacuate immediately!"
The low-pitched response from Triangle Eyes and others came from the Bluetooth headset: "Understood!"
"Luo Badao...it's time to end...it's time to pay back what you owe me..."
Tang Ruoxue slightly deflected the muzzle of the gun and slowly landed on Luo Ba's forehead, constantly adjusting her breathing to feel the direction of the wind.
When she saw Luo Ba Dao retreating surrounded by Ling Guojiang and others, Tang Ruoxue shouted into her Bluetooth headset:
"Do it!"
"flutter!"
While shouting, she pulled the trigger.
A ball of light roared out instantly and went straight for Luo BaDao's head.
At the same time, there was a roar everywhere on the hill, and the air flow suddenly sank.
Thirty warheads flew toward the funeral site.
"Puff puff——"
"careful!"
Ye Fan and the hook-nosed young man smelled danger almost at the same time.
They roared and threw Ling Guojiang and Luo Badao to the ground.
"Bang bang bang——"
When Ye Fan rolled Ling Guojiang into the grave pit, Zhao Du Wang and others all trembled.
The head bloomed and blood splattered.
The seven gambling kings died instantly!
The backbone and cronies around them were also shot and fell to the ground.
Bright red blood instantly stained the Luo family cemetery!
