"Boss, those bastards have fallen behind, none of them followed us here. Do you want me to go and hurry them up?"
At that moment, the Three Armies Guard of Honor was leading the funeral procession, about to leave the city and near the vicinity of the Imperial Capital.
Following behind Lin Fan, Wang Meng's expression changed slightly. He stepped forward two paces and whispered a reminder.
"Ignore them. Sooner or later, they will come running to kneel before my mother's grave, crying in shame and regret."
Lin Fan spoke coldly, without turning his head, his face expressionless.
Having those guys kneel for the funeral procession was a major humiliation before everyone.
But it was merely a beginning, just a tiny interest on the old grudges.
When the Ying and Shen Families completely collapse one day,
they will then realize the grave errors they made back then!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
