It was the first time in twenty years that Huo Beijiang had made a public appearance, and at the time, people still had some doubts about him.
They said nothing aloud, but in their hearts, they believed the old commander must have become senile to place such importance on a grandson who grew up in the countryside.
Then came the funeral of Colonel Huo Dongfeng. By that time, Huo Beijiang had already taken over everything left behind by the old commander. His methods were swift and decisive, catching everyone off guard.
Today was the third funeral. This time, he had made everyone wary of him.
Nobody dared to look at or think of him in the same way as before.
After the burial ceremony concluded, Huo Beijiang personally carried the soil to cover the grave, then erected a pre-engraved tombstone. He did all this himself without anyone else's help, not even Huo Linong, who just stood there, looking utterly devastated.
When all was done, an hour had already passed.
