For a long time, Wang Dadong finally asked in a low voice, "Xiao Fei, what's the name of the latest brother who was buried here?"
He naturally knew why King Fei would appear at Cemetery No. 7.
Because she would only come here when someone new was laid to rest.
Cemetery No. 7 didn't require sacrifices.
Because living well is the best explanation to those brothers who have passed away.
"He, his name was Little Seven…" Remembering that honest smile, King Fei's tears gushed out again.
"Did he complete his mission?"
King Fei nodded vigorously, "He did, one hundred percent complete. That offshore drug production stronghold was completely destroyed by him."
"Very good, very good, truly worthy of being my son of Hell, brother, rest in peace!"
Gathering his sad emotions, Wang Dadong slowly said, "Xiao Fei, make sure the matters of Cemetery No. 7 are handled well, I don't want anyone from the outside to know."
"Don't worry, boss, I know what to do."
