In the moment of hanging up the phone, Gao Yang was quite angry.
Yarebin had passed away, and the people of the Black Demon didn't come to take care of his affairs, not even to attend his funeral. How could this not make Gao Yang angry?
But the feeling of anger dissipated quickly like steam from boiling water.
Yarebin was dead, but his influence hadn't diminished one bit. The rules he set wouldn't become void with his departure. The Black Demon refusing to handle his affairs, refusing to attend his funeral, perhaps was the best way to commemorate him.
Yarebin wasn't a good person.
Yarebin wasn't a bad person either.
In his life, Yarebin was a great and loyal warrior for the Soviet Union, but a cold-blooded and terrifying devil to his enemies.
Other than the Soviet Union, no one could pronounce a final judgment on Yarebin's extraordinary life.
