Two black long-box Rolls-Royces slowly stopped outside the bar, and Old Paton was the first to get out of the car, wearing a dark yellow cashmere coat and a black hat on his head, and walked into the funeral home in a somewhat awkward manner.

"Hell, is that Joey Barton?" whispered as the people around looked at Old Patton, who had someone in front of him and someone behind him.

"Look, I told him he's back. Some people couldn't help but start to say that in recent years, old Paton had gradually distanced himself from the business on the block, and most people were surprised by his appearance.

Red Parton stood in front of the car and saw Rasti walking towards the funeral home, and said with a smile, "What do you want to do, do you want to go in? ”

Rasti said angrily, "I didn't plan to go in and salute that bastard, but I have to go in and comfort someone." ”

With that, Rasti walked straight into the funeral parlor, and Red Parton tried to pull him, but he couldn't.

"How do you feel, John?" said Old Paton, lying beside John Urbanon's body, and after making a cross on his chest, whispered goodbye, "You wife-beating bastard, I warned you, I warned you, don't mess with your big mouth." For your good, John, I hope the book of Revelation is wrong, or you will suffer, a lot. ”

After a slight pause, Old Parton said with some feeling: "Maybe it won't be long before I will follow you." ”

With that, old Parton stood up and left a little staggering. On the other side, his son Rasti quietly walked in, out of everyone's sight, to the side of John Opannon's wife, Kaye. Mulden's mother, the only one who saw this, said nothing.

I saw Russ looking straight at the coffin not far in front of him, but he whispered the names of the people around him: "Hey, Kaye!"

"Rasti. Kaye's voice was very low, but it was clear from the look of surprise that she had known Rasti for a long time.

"I'm still waiting for you here, you know, I mean it. As soon as Rasti opened his mouth, it was an earth-shattering remark.

"Thank you!" Kaye's black-veiled expression was a little indistinguishable, but she didn't refuse Rasti in the slightest, and their hands were tightly clasped together.

"I'd like to visit you at your house this week. Rasti looked straight ahead, and no one could see the affection on his face, only to hear him say softly, "If you may, look at you." ”

"I'm welcome to you!" After saying this, Kaye subconsciously glanced back, and saw that no one noticed the small movement between her and Rasti, and finally secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Rasti sensed that something was wrong, and immediately withdrew his left hand, which Kaye was gripping, before getting up and leaving.

Mulden Sr.'s wife, Ella, Kaye's half-sister, saw all of this in her eyes, but her face was indifferent.

As he walked out of the door of the funeral parlor, Old Parton paused slightly, as if looking around where to go next, and not far from the left side of his body, a tall man who was chatting with others took off his hat slightly.

Old Parton nodded unnoticed, and walked briskly to the bar across from him, slowing down until he reached the door.

Old Paton's tall, thin butler stepped in first, as he always did, checking and dealing with all threats for Old Paton.

Once in the bar, Old Parton took off his crewneck hat and walked to the bar, where he asked the bartender to serve him a glass of wine and drink it in front of everyone. Then he turned to the crowd and said, "Gentlemen, listen to me!"

As soon as Old Parton finished speaking, someone said to the bartender, "Turn down the music." ”

Old Mulden, who was drinking with Sean Eubanon and Pertee McKellen, pouted his lips and said with some sarcasm: "The show is on!"

Although the elder Paton is not young, his voice is still loud: "John Opbanon has been a friend of mine for many years, and his departure makes my heart very heavy. We can't stand it, someone will think they can come to this community – our community, the people who kill us. ”

Those present, whether they were police officers or underworld personnel, couldn't help but agree with Old Paton's words, and raised the wine glass in their hands at the same time. As far as the community as a whole is concerned, outsiders, whoever they are, are their common enemies if they want to disrupt the order here.

"I promise you that we will find out the real culprit and make him pay. After the crowd had answered again, Old Parton raised his glass and said in a loud voice, "This is a tribute to John Opernon, a good man." ”

"It's a good man, an alcoholic who loves to beat his wife. Sean skimmed and drank the beer in his hand. In fact, he also suspected that Albannon's death was the hand of old Paton's people, but there was no intention of pursuing this matter, even if his father did not die now, one day in the future, Sean was sure that he would definitely do it.

No matter who was present, no matter how many grievances there were with Opannon before, no matter what speculation there was in their hearts, under Old Paton's words, everyone still raised their glasses and drank them all.

"I invite you to everyone's wine today. You don't have to dig your wallet today. After old Parton finished speaking, he listened to the cheers of the crowd, smiled softly, turned around and walked down from the old Mulden who was sitting beside him, and greeted: "Hey, Michael, my good fellow, it's a pleasure to meet you." ”

"yes, I haven't seen you in years, Joey. Old Mulden sighed and said, "It's a pity that it turned out to be a tragedy that reunited us!"

"Yes, we've had so many funerals and weddings over the years, Michael, and it's a blessing to see each other on these occasions. Old Parton took a deep breath and said, "I know how sad you are, and how much you care about John. ”

"More than everyone thinks!" said Old Mulden with a slight sneer, "So I am very impressed by your speech, we should have a meal together another day and find out this matter together." ”

"I'd love to!" said Old Paton, who was also not to be outdone, with a slight sneer, "aren't you retired, Sergeant!"

"Given my relationship with the deceased, I am now in a special group. Old Mulden tilted his head slightly in the direction of Sean and Pertee McKellen, and the meaning was self-evident.

"That'...... Let's have lunch together. Old Parton hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Contact us next week, okay?"

"Good!" Old Mulden naturally did not flinch a point, nodding his head and stretching out his right hand.

"May God bless you. Old Parton gave Old Mulden a slight high-five, stood up and left the bar with his men.

While extinguishing the cigarette in his hand, Pertee McLaren said with some curiosity: "Look at the old love and have lunch, Sheriff!"

"Hmph!" said old Mulden with a cold snort, "He used to be full of lies, and now he is full of lies. Mark what I said, and we'll get to the bottom of it. ”

(End of chapter)