C499 The calm before the storm (2/2)

Fan Wuyi was like a dying man, his face was deathly pale. The pallor came from his bones, and it was like the feeling of a dying man. A layer of strange green mist enveloped him, giving off an extremely evil feeling.

This Fan Wubing didn't have much of a relationship with the gang, she just floated around like a ghost all day. With his appearance of a living dead, who would dare befriend him?

Nie Qingshan slowly pulled his finger from the armrest of the marble recliner, blew on the limestone on his finger and said to Fan Wubing: ”Next, you go!”

”Yes sir!” Fan Wubing bowed as he received the order. When he lowered his head, he intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Ah Ming, and his gaze was filled with provocation.

”What's there to be proud of!” Ah Ming cursed in his heart. He had never liked this Fan Wubing, he wasn't human nor ghost. Moreover, this Fan Wubing kept on bickering with him. There were a few times where Ah Ming really wanted to strangle this guy if it wasn't to save face for him. Now that he lost an arm, this guy was definitely overjoyed. Alright, laugh, you will never fucking laugh again. Ah Ming cursed in his heart, and turned his head, no longer looking at Fan Wubing.

Fan Wubing laughed, ”Don't worry boss, I will not be like some idiots and mess up this matter!” With that said, Fan Wubing floated back to his seat like a ghost.

Fan Wubing's words were obviously sarcastic towards Ah Ming. If it was before, Ah Ming would most likely already be opposing him. However, the current Ah Ming no longer had the qualifications to clamor with Fan Wubing. His face was red and white for a long time before he managed to suppress his anger. He gouged Fan Wubing with his eyes and did not make a sound.

Although it was just a small interlude, from this, one could see just how lax the Large Ring Gang's military heart was. Its foundation was unstable, and it was bound to cause the destruction of the skyscraper.

At the mortuary of the First People's Hospital in Hang City.

The mortuary was the place where the bodies were kept, and it was also the last resting place for the dead in the world.

The morgue was extremely cold. The pale white light spilled down, bringing with it a desolate feeling.

Normally, the morgue would only have a single sixty year old person. But today, the morgue was bustling with activity. There were dozens of people gathered around the two morgue beds, their heads lowered in silence. The old gatekeeper thought to himself, ”This dead man must be some great figure.”

Ah Tai was dressed in a black suit and stood at the front. The rest of the brothers stood around him in a circle, these brothers were core members of the Dragon clan, they had come today to send Meng Hai and Song Xiaodong off. All the brothers wore black suits, very solemn and solemn.

Shen Lang and Meng Hai had always been good friends, but at this time, their faces were extremely dark and they could not say a single word.

Xiao Dao silently walked to the front of Meng Hai's corpse and stood there stunned for a while. Finally, he mustered his courage to extend his hand and gently lifted up the shroud that was covering Meng Hai's body.

Meng Hai's face was pale white and stiff, all of the brothers silently sighed. Meng Hai's eyes were tightly shut, looking like he was really unresigned. This once famous Protector was now quietly lying in the cold morgue, waiting to be buried. This was the martial arts world. No matter how lofty one was before death, after death, one would only become a clump of yellow sand.

Ah Tai first bowed towards Meng Hai's corpse, and used a respectful tone to say: ”Brother, let's go well!”

All of the brothers followed Ah Tai and bowed towards Meng Hai's body, then said in unison, ”Brother, let's go!”

Xiao Dao's eyes reddened. He gritted his teeth and said, ”Brother Hai, you can go now. I promise you with my head that I will definitely avenge you!” With that said, Xiao Dao covered Meng Hai's corpse.

One of the brothers took off the white shroud covering Song Xiaodong's body. His head had already been sewn up by the doctor, but the wound on his neck could still be clearly seen. There was also a long hole on his chest, like a motionless reptile. Song Xiaodong's death could be said to be extremely tragic. Not only was his stomach ripped open by Ah Ming, he even suffered the tragic fate of having his head separated from his body.

Although Song Xiaodong's status was only that of an expert, Ah Tai still gave him the highest respect. Ah Tai bowed deeply and said, ”Brother, let's go!”

All the brothers bowed once again and said to Song Xiaodong's corpse, ”Brother, good bye!”

Ah Tai said indifferently: ”Choose a good day to hold a memorial service for our fallen brothers!”

The lights in the mortuary were cold, and the faces of the people under them were faintly filled with killing intent.