Chapter 3: The Cemetery (1/2)

The taxi stopped outside a cemetery. Chen An immediately alighted the car, leaving Chen Yang to scramble behind him. ‘Uncle, wait for me!’

'Hey hey! Young man, pay up!’ The cab driver yelled anxiously after Chen Yang.

By the time Chen Yang paid the cab driver, he had lost sight of Chen An completely. Shit, his uncle wouldn’t have come here to attempt suicide again, would he?

Immediately Chen Yang started searching the cemetery frantically. Fortunately, Chen An’sbody size and face mask made him a conspicuous figure. He was soon able to find the man under a tree.

'Uncle, let’s go back. You just left a hospital. It is not good [in the non-auspicious sense] to come to such a place. ’ Chen Yang pulled on the man’s arm but Chen An wouldn’t budge an inch.

'Uncle, what are you looking at?’ Observing Chen An’s fixed scrutiny, Chen Yang followed his gaze.

In the near distance, a group of men dressed in black suits stood solemnly round the side of a grave. Standing among them in the front, was an upright man wearing sunglasses with his hair slicked back. In his hands he held a cremation urn.

No matter how one look at it, it looks like the funeral of a mafia boss in the movies. Instinctively, Chen Yang knew that these men were not to be trifled with. He gently tugged on Chen An’s sleeve. 'Uncle, let’s go back home.’

'Home?’ Chen An laughed coldly. His home should be in that grave plot just nearby. No wait, it would be more accurate to say that it should be in that urn.

As though he sensed something, the man holding the urn turned his head to face Chen An’s direction. Behind his sunglasses, he could only see the back view of one thin figure and one fat figure.

Feeling the sharp look digging into his back like knives, Chen An smiled a light taunting smile. Even if he were to appear right in front of Lu Feng, that bastard definitely will not be able to recognize him.

After catching a cab from the cemetery, Chen An closed his eyes. He felt absolutely nothing when he saw the urn containing his ashes. How utterly ironic.