The graveyard was very quiet in the early morning.
A ray of sunlight shone on Xiao Yang's tombstone.
The once most likely king to unite the Tianhai nightlife now lay quietly underground, turned to ashes.
The elderly man in traditional Chinese attire had been there since yesterday.
He recalled many bygone events.
"Vice President Han, Vice President Zhu, you were brothers who once fought side by side with Xiao Yang."
"In the past, you would have died for Xiao Yang."
"At that time, the brotherhood between you was unbreakable."
The elderly man's indifferent gaze fixed on Vice President Han and Vice President Zhu as he continued, "When did the fissures in your brotherhood with Xiao Yang begin to appear?"
"Was it after the establishment of Feiyang Group?"
"Or after Feiyang Group rose to power?"
Vice President Han and Vice President Zhu remained silent.
As they looked at Xiao Yang's tombstone, for a few seconds, a look of nostalgia flickered across their faces.
