Before dawn, a rainstorm had swept through, driving away the damp heat in the air. Morning mist lingered among the cliffs, muffling the roar of the tides below.

Ji Jue, who had only recently fallen asleep, was awakened by the sound of a vehicle driving up the mountain road. He opened his eyes and walked toward the front door, where Tom was.

Beside him stood a middle-aged man in a black suit. After handing over an envelope, the man turned and left, not sparing a single glance toward the corpses on either side that had yet to be buried. 

He simply walked away.

“Who was that?” Ji Jue asked.

“One of Lei Yaoxing’s people.” Tom looked at the item in his hands, his expression complicated. 

“Here to collect bodies?”

“It does have something to do with collecting corpses and making peace, but not the corpses here.” Tom handed the item over. “See for yourself.”

Ji Jue took the two thin sheets, which looked like some sort of notice. Unlike a wedding invitation, the pure white card was elegant yet understated, decorated with faint watermark patterns.

It was a funeral notice.

“The late Lei Wuye…” After reading the opening, Ji Jue glanced at the signature below—Lei Yaoxing’s—and instantly understood what had happened. “So the old bastard finally kicked the bucket...