Return of the King, Chapter 387 - 387 376 Lei Ting

??387: Chapter 376 Lei Ting

387: Chapter 376 Lei Ting

Lei Long’s burial site was quite fitting; I think it was called Five ters Slope.

Back in the day, Zhuge Liang died at Wuzhang Yuan, and today Lei Long was laid to rest at Five ters Slope.

One must admit that the choice of location was good.

Arriving at Five ters Slope, Song Yun realized that it was no slope at all; it was more like a mountain.

With no choice but to park at the foot of the mountain, the Disciples were already on alert.

It wasn’t just Song Yun’s family that did this—all those who ca to attend Lei Long’s funeral were accompanied by their own underlings.

Now the base of Five ters Slope was filled with cars, and everywhere there were people in black suits shuttling back and forth.

Song Yun lit a cigarette and said, “Let’s go, even in death Lei Long won’t give us a mont of peace.”

Halfway up, the originally clear sky turned sowhat overcast.

Three or four minutes later, the sky began to drizzle.

Fortunately, Fierce Tiger’s n were well-prepared and handed out black umbrellas to everyone climbing the mountain.

This pushed the funeral towards a more solemn and earnest mood.

After all, everyone present was soone of status, and they had the requisite composure, regardless of whether Lei Long had killed their sons or violated their daughters while alive.

Here, they had to let go of all that.

Song Yun scanned his surroundings and saw that everyone looked as if their own fathers had died, including Black Flood Dragon and ng Ku behind him with faces of sincerity.

Song Yun helplessly shrugged his shoulders.

Upon reaching the top of the mountain, Fierce Tiger’s n had already begun body checks.

They wouldn’t allow any mishaps at their boss’s funeral; this was a tribute to the boss as much as it was respect for the deceased.

Watching the leaders of smaller organizations being frisked and keeping a constipated look on their faces, Song Yun almost burst into laughter.

When it was his turn to be checked, Song Yun didn’t even bother—those guys didn’t have enough clout.

Fierce Tiger, even in death, was a bigger force than a living horse, so they could frisk people.

But it was different for him.

If he wanted to harm Fierce Tiger, he just needed to join forces with Gulang—there was no need to make a move at a dead man’s gathering.

Initially, the underling who was supposed to check Song Yun was angry, but upon seeing who was behind Song Yun, his expression slowly shifted to fear, and then he stepped aside.

Song Yun wondered, could there be a ghost behind him?

Or was it that Lei Long had suddenly co back to life?

But when he turned around, he was disappointed to see it was just Gulang with two attendants.

The underling didn’t dare to confront Gulang and chose to compromise.

Damn, Song Yun thought, my own reputation wasn’t as formidable as Gulang’s after all; otherwise, I would have received the sa treatnt.

“I didn’t expect you to arrive so early,” Gulang said with a smile.

“It’s okay.

I had breakfast at ho and had nothing to do, so I thought I’d co early to send off an old friend.

You really appreciate them less with each glance,” Song Yun feigned sorrow and said, “I never thought Brother Lei Long would die so young.

If I catch the bastard responsible, I’ll definitely avenge Brother Lei Long.”

Everyone present looked at Song Yun with disdain; they all knew that the bastard was chopped up by Fierce Tiger and fed to the dogs.

Yet here was Song Yun spouting nonsense.

But given Song Yun’s status, they could only watch.

At that mont, Song Yun realized just how thick-faced these people were.

Despite looking down on Song Yun, they all followed behind him, uttering hollow words, and a few even started to cry, appearing genuinely heartbroken.

Only heaven knew how delighted they were in their hearts.

If Lei Long suddenly popped out of his coffin now, proclaiming he was just joking and wasn’t dead, these crying individuals would probably be even more heartbroken.

“Ah, I really can’t compare with the thickness of their faces,” Song Yun sighed.

“Heh, they’re all seasoned players, of course they have so acting skills.

I’ll head up first to see for myself if Lei Long is truly dead or alive,” Gulang thought to himself, not quite believing Lei Long’s demise, and was eager to verify it soon.

After Gulang left, Song Yun, along with Black Flood Dragon and ng Ku, strolled leisurely along.

“Lei Long truly was a formidable figure.

If he hadn’t died so young, Sunan City would be even more chaotic than now.”

“That’s just how the world is.

All manner of sches and plots are no match for the passage of ti,” ng Ku comnted with a sigh.

Song Yun looked at the makeshift altar Fierce Tiger had set up and the smoke from the incense in the distance and said, “I really hope Lei Long is truly dead.

Otherwise, it’s an injustice to all those who cursed him.”

After a while, Song Yun and his companions finally entered the main hall.

They handed over their umbrellas to soone at the side and lined up, Song Yun, ng Ku, and Black Flood Dragon, taking incense in hand.

After bowing three tis to Lei Long’s morial tablet, they turned to a young man nearby and said, “Please accept our condolences.”

“Thank you,” the young man replied.

He looked to be the new head of Fierce Tiger, barely eighteen or nineteen, his face still young and naive.

“My father always ntioned to

that there was a mastermind nad Song Yun in Sunan City.

Seeing you today, it seems to be true.

I hope Uncle Song can take good care of us Fierce Tiger in the future.”

After hearing this, Song Yun put aside the disdain he had in his heart.

To speak such words at this mont, the young man must possess so cunning.

Now, who didn’t know that he intended to carve up Fierce Tiger?

This statent positioned Fierce Tiger as the underdogs.

Furthermore, by calling him ‘uncle’ right away, the young man had ford a seemingly closer bond, making it harder for Song Yun to act against them without considering the face of the deceased Lei Long.

“If your Fierce Tiger can withstand it, then we’ll talk,” Song Yun sighed.

“We certainly will.

I believe Fierce Tiger won’t collapse, at least not on my watch,” the young man seed resolved.

“What’s your na?”

“Lei Ting,” the young man said.

Song Yun nodded, gave up his place for incense to the next person, and sat down with his companions now that they had paid their respects.

Fierce Tiger had lost their forr arrogance; now they even saw fit to serve tea to everyone present.

“Wild Wolf Gulang to pay respect,” shouted an attendant standing by the morial.

At that mont, Gulang appeared heartbroken, looking solemnly at Lei Long’s morial tablet and said, “We’ve been at odds all our lives, it seems you’re the first to enjoy bliss.

We’re still left to suffer in this mortal world.”

“Uncle Gulang, there’s no need to be sad.

I’m sure my father can feel your sincerity from down in the Yellow Springs,” the young man said.

The words sounded a tad cheeky; everyone knew Gulang was already planning a move against Fierce Tiger, just waiting for Lei Long’s funeral to conclude.