The LCD TV was broadcasting the funeral of the newly appointed family head of the Howard Family, with a procession stretching farther than the eye could see, a solemn and respectful blend of black and white.
Countless white chrysanthemums and wreaths, and faces of deep solemnity. There was the governor of Wheatley and the mayor of Sutherland City. Whether they were nobles or wealthy businessmen, anyone with even a little bit of status in Wheatley made sure to attend the Howard Family's funeral.
Elder Master Howard had been a figure who dominated Wheatley for fifty years. He had evolved an old-era gang into a vast gaming empire, driving the entire economy of Wheatley, effectively providing for the livelihoods of millions.
Although his allowing his descendants to slaughter each other in his later years once drew public criticism, it could not erase his contributions to Wheatley.
The news cameras occasionally captured glimpses of Roy Howard's face, the Howard Family head.
