That night, the silver disk hung high in the sky.
Its clear light fell over Huang Mansion.
"Where's his arm? Where is it? He's dead, and you can't even piece together one complete corpse? Am I, as his father, really so utterly useless?"
"Alas, my dear nephew, how could you leave us like this? How could you bear to go so soon? You've broken your second uncle's heart."
"Don't break your heart yet. I'm asking you where his arm is."
"Big Brother, please accept my condolences. I've sent people searching for his arm, but we still haven't found it."
"Search! Keep searching! If you can't find that arm, I'll feed every last one of you to the fish."
"Please, Gang Leader, accept our condolences..."
Moonlight illuminated the rear courtyard of Huang Mansion, and the stone slabs gleamed with a frigid light.
In the center of the rear courtyard lay a large wooden board. A single corpse, covered in white cloth, rested upon it.
Huang Tianhe stared intently at Huang Yuan'er, who lay on the board. His face showed neither grief nor joy.
By contrast, Huang Tiansheng stood beside him, grief-stricken, muttering to himself as though his heart had been torn apart.
Kneeling beside the two men were several beautiful women and a large crowd of gang members dressed in white. They wept behind their hands. Whether their grief was genuine or not, tears streaked every face.
Of all those mourning Huang Yuan'er's death, Huang Tianhe, his own father and closest relative, seemed the least saddened.
"Find his arm before you bury him. If you can't find it, you'll be buried with him."
Huang Tianhe's voice was frosty, chilling everyone to the bone.
"Big Brother, Yuan'er isn't the only one we lost this time. Ninety-three of my brothers died, too. Our