Xie Wendong knelt on the ground for a long time, unwilling to get up. His tears had already dried up, and his heart was already broken. His sky had suddenly collapsed.
For a long time, he was still sobbing quietly. Although the tears on her face had dried, her eyes were red. Her neat and clean Chinese tunic suit was already wet with tears.
At this moment, the air froze, and time stopped. Wordless grief and sorrow filled everyone's hearts.
No matter how much money a person had, how powerful he was, or how famous he was, if he could not protect his loved ones, bring them happiness, or even cause them to lose their lives, then what was the meaning of everything he had?
He Xi was also kneeling. His heart was filled with regret, guilt, and deep self-blame. How could he not protect Brother Dong's parents? Brother Dong had said it over the phone. He was guilty. He was deeply guilty. He decided to wait until the time was right, then he would die to atone for his sins. He knew that Brother Dong was a good person and Brother Dong would not kill him, but he felt bad. Although his life could not compare to the lives of Brother Dong's parents and Peng Ling, he really could not think of a better way to atone for his sins than death.
Vladimir stood up, rubbed his knees, and gently walked forward. He comforted Xie Wendong with a few words, but Xie Wendong didn't have any reaction at all. It seemed that he didn't hear Vladimir's words at all.
Vladimir shook its head helplessly and then retreated to the side. Xie Wendong's parents were gone, so he wouldn't abandon these two warships, right? Vladimir suddenly thought of this problem, but then he shook his head and denied it. He understood Xie Wendong, and Xie Wendong wouldn't abandon him.
Right at this moment, one of Wen Dong Hui's underlings hurriedly ran over from afar. He took a deep breath and slowly walked to Xie Wendong's side. He plucked up his courage and said,""Brother Dong, there's a message from Han Fei.”
Hearing the word 'Han Fei', Xie Wendong, who had been expressionless, suddenly stood up with anger on his face. He said in a deep voice,""Where is it?"
The lackey pointed at a short house in the northwest corner and said,""Brother Dong, look, it's on the wall of the house over there.”
Then, Xie Wendong walked over, and the others followed.
With the help of the flashlight, Xie Wendong saw the words on the wall. It was indeed Han Fei's message. The message was written in blood: Han Fei was here.
Han Fei, f * ck you!" Xie Wendong cursed for the first time in his life.
Before his voice faded, Xie Wendong punched the wall with a bang. Blood flowed down Xie Wendong's fingers, drop by drop.
Although Xie Wendong also thought that Han Fei was the one who did this, he didn't expect Han Fei to be so rampant that he would leave such comments on the wall before he left.
Looking at the words written in blood on the wall, everyone's eyes spewed fire. Subsequently, Xie Wendong found the bodies of several Death God Alliance soldiers. In this way, it was completely clear that this incident was done by Han Fei and the Death God Alliance again.
The clean-up work began. The brothers of the Eastern Literature Association carefully cleaned up the broken limbs in the ruins and carefully put them together. They knew that this was the only thing left of Brother Dong, and they would worship it as a god in the future.
The next morning, Yuan Tianzhong, Ren Changfeng, the Sixing brothers (Shui Jing was injured and didn't go to Angola with Xie Wendong, so there were four of them), Li Xiaoyun, and the others flew from Annan to Darwin and then to Jile Island.
They had received the news on the night of the incident, but because the National Airlines of Angola did not have any flights to Australia, they could only take the plane in the morning.
Seeing the words written in blood on the wall, Ren Changfeng was furious and cursed,""Han Fei, you son of a b * tch. Brother Dong spared your life, but I didn't expect you to do such a cruel thing. You really should be cut into pieces!”
Although Yuan Tianzhong and the others did not curse, their eyes were still spewing fire. After a while, Ren Changfeng calmed down and asked Xie Wendong,""Brother Dong, do we still want the two warships of the Black Belt?”
"Yes, why not?" Xie Wendong asked. Although my parents are no longer around, the parents of the other brothers are still around. Their parents are also our parents, aren't they?”
Xie Wendong's words made everyone present deeply moved. At this moment, they deeply experienced the thickness of brotherhood. Soon, the high-ranking officials of the Wen Dong Association and the Hong Sect all flew over.
Vladimir's ship was no longer stranded because the tide had risen. The ship had left, Vladimir had left, but some related technicians and engineers had stayed behind.
When Jile Island was in sorrow, somewhere in America was in joy.
West Coast, Los Angeles.
It was still a villa, and there were still people sitting in the villa. But this time, there was one more person. This person was the leader of the Death God Alliance, Pinas.
Pinas, Bolton, and Han Fei sat around a table. There were some photos on the table. Pinas took the photos and looked at them several times. Then he looked at Han Fei and smiled."Mr. Han, you've done a great job. I'm very satisfied. I think Mr. Ross will be very satisfied too.”
It turned out that the scene in these photos was the scene of Xie Wendong and others kneeling in front of the ruins. In the photo, Xie Wendong's expression was sad. The people around Xie Wendong also looked extremely painful. One by one, they knelt on the ground and lowered their heads.
" Mr. Han is indeed a talent," Bolton said with a smile." Not only did he blow up Xie Wendong's parents, but he also took photos." He's not simple. I really admire him.”
Han Fei chuckled." You're too kind, Mr. Bolton."”
At this point, Han Fei deliberately sighed heavily and said with a regretful expression,""It's a pity that I didn't have any bullets in my hand at that time. Otherwise, I could have killed Xie Wendong with a gun.”
Pinasi waved his hand and smiled." Mr. Han, you don't have to blame yourself. You've already done very well." If you really kill Xie Wendong, then Mr. Ross will be happy and promote you to the team leader, then wouldn't I lose my job?”
Han Fei chuckled, and Pinas and Bolton also laughed.
The Mr. Ross Pinas mentioned was not a simple person. He was the most powerful person in the Rothschild family. To put it bluntly, Ross 'position in the family was equivalent to the position of the general secretary in the Politburo.
In terms of finance, Rothschild was the world's leading brother, and Rothschild was the most powerful one in the family. From this, one could see the power of Rothschild.
After chatting for a while, Pinas, Bolton, and Han Fei began to drink to celebrate. Not long after, a scout came in and reported that he saw many famous people heading to Jile Island.
Before Pinas and the others could speak, Han Fei said,""What's so strange about that? They're here for the funeral."
After hearing Han Fei's words, Pinas and Bolton burst into laughter again. The three of them drank and chatted happily.
At this moment, Jile Island was completely shrouded in sorrow and grief. The people on the island were all wearing mourning clothes and tears were streaming down their faces.
The memorial hall was set up in a wide area. In the huge white tent, the black and white photos of Xie Wendong's parents and Peng Ling were quietly placed there.
Those who didn't have a good impression of Peng Ling at first were now filled with admiration, and they all became tearful. Among them, Jin Rong, who had always been against Peng Ling, was crying her eyes out.
Jin Rong, who should have comforted Xie Wendong, was instead comforted by Xie Wendong. Looking at Xie Wendong whose tears had dried up, Jin Rong pouted and sobbed,"Brother Wendong, I regret it now. In the past, when Sister Ling was around, I always went against her, quarreled with her, and even quarreled with her, but she gave in to me every time. Now that Sister Ling is gone, no one will argue with me anymore. I suddenly feel so lonely and sorry for Sister Ling.”
Xie Wendong patted Jin Rong's shoulder and comforted her,"Rongrong, don't cry. Your Sister Lingling doesn't blame you.”
It would have been better if she hadn't said it, but now that she did, Jin Rong cried even harder.
In this incident, Li Shuang's parents were not hurt at all. After all, the Death God Alliance did not want to hurt Li Shuang's parents. Li Shuang comforted Xie Wendong at every turn, making Xie Wendong feel very uncomfortable. Jinpeng also talked to Xie Wendong and advised him to come out of grief and avenge his parents as soon as possible.
Night fell, and the lights were lit. The worship event began. Starting from Jinpeng, according to their qualifications, they bowed to Xie Wendong's parents and Peng Ling one by one.
Just as the bow ceremony was about to end, Tang Yipeng, Liu Tiangang and the other leaders of the Hong Triad from other parts of the world also arrived.
Just as the bow was about to end, a disciple of the Eastern Literature Association quickly ran into the room and shouted loudly.
Everyone in the tent was stunned when they heard this. All of them stared at the Wen Dong Hui disciple with wide eyes.
A moment later, someone in the tent suddenly took the lead and cheered.
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