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Chapter 158: Traitor 2
”What are you trying to say?” Garen didn’t show any sorrow in his eyes. Life and death, old age and sickness are normal for human being. He had already experienced it once in his past life, and after experiencing Old Man Gregor’s death, he only felt calmness this time.
Suddenly, Fei Baiyun grabbed his hand and started to tremble violently, as if he was hit by a bout of hysterics. Even the bed started to shake.
Trembling, he stuffed a Blackwood Ring into Garen’s palm.
”Master!”
”Doctor! Doctor!”
Worried, Corinne and Simon rushed outside to get a doctor.
Fei Baiyun did not care much for his health, his gaze toward Garen was as sharp as a knife and as bright as the sun, and his hand gripped Garen’s with the strength of an iron plier.
”Rosetta… Find her… Kill her!”
Fei Baiyun forced out the sentence before he tremored fiercely and jerked backward. Eyes rolled back, he fell onto the bed. Dead.
Garen gently closed his eyelids with his palm and stood up.
”Don’t worry.”
He looked at Master Fei Baiyun, who no longer have a pulse, feeling a dark calmness wash over him.
”I will avenge you.”
When Corinne and Simon returned with a doctor, Fei Baiyun had completely flatlined with no possibility of resuscitation.
Corinne and Simon went silent, grieving. In the period when they took care of Fei Baiyun, it was hard, but whenever he’s conscious, he would give them nuggets of guidance which helped a lot.
”Any news about Rosetta recently?” Garen asked suddenly.
”First senior brother’s friend had news of First Senior Sister Rosetta.* She was spotted at the Swan Lake in Lake Shore West City.” Corinne answered with her eyes reddened by grief.
”Let’s go, it’s time for White Cloud Gate to clear out the bad seeds.”
Garen marched out of the hospital room, his face projecting a dense killing intent.
Simon and Corinne glanced at each other, and followed closely.
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The burial for the Founder of White Cloud Gate, Fei Baiyun, was held in modesty. There were only a few older visitors, including some master pugilists of yesteryear with better relationship with Fei Baiyun. The rest were comprised of Garen’s associates, Su Lin’s people, representatives of The Golden Hoop, Seven Moon Group, Circling Dance Gate and others.
At the burial ground, the sky gloomed, and the rain poured heavily.
The coffin was transported to Huaishan City Cemetery.
Garen was dressed in a black suit, he held an umbrella above him, watching the burial ceremony in silence.
The invited nuns from the monastery sang their requiem resoundingly while two strong men lowered the coffin slowly into the tomb. A bunch of white lilies were placed on top.
Rain clattered on the black umbrella.
Garen held a taut expression on his face, the free hand was inside his pocket, softly caressing the Blackwood Ring.
Corinne and Simon stood behind him, holding an umbrella each.
Third Senior Joshua was there as well. He looked remorseful. It was not clear when he arrived, but he stood there, wet, without the intention to get an umbrella. He looked at the coffin quietly.
”Third senior brother.” Garen looked at Joshua.
Joshua nodded, took a step forward, took the shovel that was handed to him, and walked to the side of the tomb in the rain.
Shrrt!
He shoveled some dirt and slowly drizzled it onto the coffin.
Garen noticed Third Senior Brother Joshua’s left arm was slightly crooked, as if he was hurt. He also knew about the damage Joshua suffered in his absence, when he protected the White Cloud Gate, against the wishes of his family, and was surprised by a sneak attack during a fight with the Black Mark Association. It was still healing.
After the first shovel of dirt, the people around the tomb started filling up the hole shovel by shovel.
White Cloud Gate’s members watched in the rain, utterly silent. Farther away, there were the plump Bouvini and his gang, the branch manager, the main hall’s pupils, and some newly signed up disciples of Simon and Corinne.
Even farther away were the other guests who came for the funeral.
Garen watched as the dirt rained on the coffin, his heart calmer by the second.
”The airplane you wanted is ready,” The representative from the Golden Hoop whispered behind Garen, ”This is a public resource. On a separate note, your authority allows you to mobilize up to fifty men from any nearby army camps, as well as firepower below Grade C.”
He passed an identity document to Garen.
”This is yours, please take care of it. Use public resources reasonably to strengthen your influence. Your strength will influence the strength of the Golden Loop.”
The old man with a hooked nose bowed slightly to Garen before stepping aside. He placed a bouquet of white roses in front of the tomb, gave it a salute and left.
The other funeral guests would offer a word of comfort to Garen without exception.
Garen peeked at the identity document, it was a document secured with a piece of crystal. In the middle of the black hard cover, there was the national miniature bird emblem engraved.
Flipping open the cover, the inner pages were padded with black felt.