Chapter 215

Three men in long black coats walked in, each carrying a funeral wreath. "Someone hired us to bring these," one of them said flatly. Tristan's face turned dark like a storm. "Who sent you?" The man shrugged. "No idea. Got paid, did the job, that's it." Kevin Ward read the writing on the wreaths: "Good riddance, couldn't be better! Useless in life, pathetic in death! May they rot forever!" He marched up and grabbed the speaker by the collar. "You even know whose funeral this is?" The man smirked, clearly unfazed. "Look, we just deliver stuff. Don't care whose it is." "Oh, you've got a death wish." Kevin let go and shot a glance at the bodyguards. "Show our guests some proper hospitality. Maybe the cremation chamber will help them remember who signed the job." Six bodyguards stepped forward, two for each man, and dragged them out as cries of pain echoed back. One of the guards leaned in to whisper to Kevin. "They really don't know anything. Just a bunch of paid street thugs." Kevin narro