725: Chapter 714 Send-off!
Brother Wang Hu!
725: Chapter 714 Send-off!
Brother Wang Hu!
The hearse moved slowly on the elevated highway, and above in the sky, a helicopter with a camera on board was filming the procession stretching hundreds of meters long.
Meanwhile, on the televisions of ordinary citizens in Sunan, the regularly scheduled programs had been postponed to broadcast the funeral video of Wang Hu and his wife.
Near the border between Sunan and ZJ, another convoy was moving, but this one was much smaller, consisting of only three vehicles, all luxury Mercedes.
“Gai Nie frowned at Wang Kai and said,”Even a pregnant woman is not spared, isn’t this too much?”
“Heh heh, would you rather let his son grow up and seek revenge against us?
The saying ‘nip it in the bud,’ you should understand it even better than I do,” Wang Kai lay comfortably on the sofa and said.
“But still, she was a pregnant woman after all,” Gai Nie sighed.
He did help Wang Billion with tasks, but that was an order from his superior.
Otherwise, Gai Nie actually quite liked Song Yun the first time he met him.
However, Wang Kai’s brutal murder of a pregnant woman last night struck Gai Nie as particularly hard to stomach.
“A pregnant woman will give birth, and after giving birth, when the child grows up, they can have children.
If one of them turns out to be a freak, it becomes an invisible threat to us.
Just as the saying goes, ‘If the roots aren’t removed, the spring breeze will bring it back to life,’ I directly sent their family of three to meet King Yama.
It’s actually a kindness — otherwise, how many years would they have to be separated before they could reunite, right?” Wang Kai said.
Gai Nie didn’t speak and just turned on the built-in television in the car, eager to see if there was any news about last night’s event on Sunan’s side.
As soon as he found the broadcast from Sunan TV Station, Gai Nie’s brows furrowed deeply.
The images on the TV were of Wang Hu’s funeral; anyone looking at the long procession of cars would feel chills run down their spine.
“Yo, Song Yun really has clout, huh?
A curfew!?” Wang Kai glanced at the television and said, “But this Song Yun, only holds sway over Sunan.
If it were us, let alone a street curfew, even if my dad wanted the entire city under curfew, that wouldn’t be a problem.”
“Heh heh,” Gai Nie chuckled, saying nothing.
Despite his silence, he felt an overwhelming contempt for the arrogant second-generation rich kid — a citywide curfew?
Did you really think your father was some big shot from inside the Red Wall?
“Slapping Song Yun hard this time is like saving face for our Wen Commerce Association.
Let’s see if he dares to be so arrogant next time, hmph,” Wang Kai scoffed.
Gai Nie just quietly watched the television.
Suddenly, there was a close-up of a Bentley following the hearse.
Through the car window, Gai Nie could faintly make out a pair of cold eyes.
Gai Nie frowned slightly, seeing that the eyes had fiercely glanced at the camera and then looked away.
Although it was only a brief look, Gai Nie felt as if he had suddenly plunged into an ice cellar, an intense coldness starting at the top of his head and instantly sweating cold sweat.
Click.
Gai Nie turned off the TV, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, trying to steady the terror within him, but the image of those eyes lingered in his mind — those were eyes devoid of any human emotion, and he had a premonition that he would soon encounter their owner.
With such a long procession for Song Yun, plus the road closures, and adding to that societal rumors, it wasn’t long before word spread that a high-ranking member of an organization had died.
Soon, fanatics and individuals influenced by groups hostile to the Shura Alliance emerged.
They vehemently criticized Song Yun’s actions, branding it a flagrant disregard for society by an organization.
Two living people had just died, and yet the city’s protectors had done nothing — this was proof of collusion with certain groups, they insisted.
And gradually, more and more people became aware of the event, and online voices began to arise, accusing the power behind the Shura Alliance of arrogance.
Their own people had died, yet they could close a whole road — this was utter lawlessness.
But, with some pushing from vested interests, the Shura Alliance was quickly driven to the forefront of public opinion.
However, just as the wave reached its peak, it vanished in an instant!
Yes, completely vanished.
Online, any news related to the event was censored, and those who had been stirring things up were either blocked from the internet or taken away by the cyber monitoring department.
Suddenly, a matter that had been so heated had disappeared from the web as if it had never happened.
“Hmph, let’s see who dares to make a fuss now,” Mr.
Song cut off the phone in his hand and said fiercely.
Song Yun knew about all this while in the car, but he didn’t mind at all.
What did it matter if he was high-handed or abused his power?
Wasn’t it alright to use his status to oppress?
As the one with the greatest power in Sunan, if he couldn’t even show some solidarity when his brother passed away, then what was he doing in this world?
How could he provide a sense of security to those below him?
Throughout his life, Song Yun, now in his twenties, had never shied from arrogance, but he had always directed it at those more arrogant than him.
Today, for Wang Hu, Song Yun turned a blind eye to a thousand accusations, all to let Wang Hu have a more dignified departure.
After about half an hour, the procession arrived at the crematorium on the other side of the city.
The staff had been waiting and, with Song Yun’s consent, they took away the coffins of Wang Hu and his wife.
Inside the crematorium’s main hall, Song Yun stood solemnly, with Zhao Yan and the others lined up behind him, and behind them stood ranks of Shura Alliance elites.
Before Song Yun was a glass pane, behind which one could see the cremation furnace.
Wang Hu and his wife’s coffins were placed on the conveyor belt.
After the staff completed the preparations and glanced outside, Song Yun gave a slight nod.
One worker then pressed the button to move the conveyor belt.
The conveyor belt slowly advanced with the coffins, and within seconds, both were sent into the cremation furnace.
Song Yun bowed deeply, at a ninety-degree angle, and shouted, “Farewell, Brother Wang Hu.”
All those standing behind Song Yun also bowed at ninety degrees and roared, “Farewell, Brother Wang Hu!”
A clap of thunder tore through the sky, and a heavy downpour ensued.