"Evil will not prevail over righteousness." Jiang Cheng looked at Jia Jinliang and said solemnly, "I believe that, Boss Jia."
Before he could say another word, Yu Chengmu, Chen Hao, and the others had already reached them. Contrary to the tense standoff the fat man had imagined, the two groups were getting along quite well.
Chen Hao and the other two were downcast over their teammate Pang Xiaofeng's death. Yu Chengmu and Chen Hao walked side by side at the front. Yu Chengmu's face was as wrinkled as bark, his solemn expression tinged with regret. Every so often, he murmured words of comfort, and Chen Hao gave a slight nod in response.
"Last night, Pang Xiaofeng went to keep watch at the mourning hall and met with disaster." Chen Hao looked pained as he spoke to Jiang Cheng and Jia Jinliang. "We were too careless and underestimated how difficult this mission would be."
"After killing Pang Xiaofeng, that ghost even disguised itself as him to deceive us. Fortunately, we saw through it at the last moment. Otherwise, I'm afraid none of you would be seeing us today." As Chen Hao spoke, his eyes reddened.
Jia Jinliang hurriedly tried to smooth things over. "Brother Chen, don't be too upset. Life and death are fated, and wealth is in the hands of heaven. Everything has already been decided."
The fat man froze, then pointed at Jia Jinliang and threatened him. "Hey, you little boss, watch what you're saying! Wealth in the hands of heaven? Are you cursing me?"
Lei Mingyu had been simmering with anger, with nowhere to vent it. He glared at Jia Jinliang, eyes wide. "What do you mean, everything's already been decided? Explain yourself! You're saying my brother was fated to die?"
"No, no, that's not what I meant.