The Capital.
The Guan Residence.
The funeral music played on.
Guests streamed through the Memorial Hall.
Sobs and words of mourning rose one after another.
No one noticed what was happening in the basement beneath the Memorial Hall.
Dozens of cigarettes glowed and dimmed.
A large gathering of white-haired old men and women sat expressionlessly in grand armchairs.
The old woman from the Four Provinces of Shanhe, the Boss of the Pao Ge Society, Purple Gold Old Master, Old Ma of the Ma Family, and Old Man Ji of the Ji Family.
Overlord, Heavenly Venerable, Gu Feng, the boss of the Raft Gang, and the old man from the Northwest Qin Family.
The Dragon Kingdom's Golden Generation had gathered under one roof.
With the nation facing disaster,
the younger generation had its responsibilities.
The older generation had its own bearing.
The very best of the entire Dragon Kingdom were all lying in wait at the Guan Residence.
For the Pope and the Marquis to die here would count as a fitting end.
Amid the crowd,
Overlord stared uneasily at the messages on his phone.
He had sent them to Hu Du.
"Son, you're the eldest. Take good care of your younger brothers."
"I know, Dad. I don't know whether I'll come back alive, but my brothers definitely will."
Hu Du, a man of few words who protected his own just as fiercely as Overlord, had reserved all his tenderness for his younger brothers.
A large hand settled on Overlord's shoulder.
It was Old Man, dressed in burial clothes.
"The children have to grow up eventually. You can't protect them forever."
"Trust your boys. They're no worse than the older generation."
An old man sitting nearby, with the bearing of a Daoist immortal, chimed in at just the right moment. "Count