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Chapter 223 - 199 [Dong Hai Godfather]

Chapter 223: Chapter 199 [Dong Hai Godfather]

Longhua Funeral Home, situated at the southwestern corner of Dong hai, spans an area of 44,000 square meters, with a building area of 14,000 square meters and a green area of 21,000 square meters, making it one of the largest funeral homes in the world.

On the morning of October 5, Situ Chen’s body was transferred from Ao Xiang Villa to Longhua Funeral Home for the memorial service.

At nine o’clock, the crystal coffin holding Situ Chen’s body was placed in the largest hall of the funeral home, surrounded by abundant flowers.

In the hall, the staff of the funeral home had made all the necessary preparations, waiting for the memorial service to begin. Situ Ruoshui, dressed in mourning attire, stood by the crystal coffin, motionlessly gazing at Situ Chen’s remains, tears uncontrollably streaming from her already reddened and swollen eyes, slowly tracing down her wan, doll-like face.

Seeing Situ Ruoshui crying again, Ye Fan couldn’t bear it, yet he could only sigh quietly. Afterward, he gently patted Situ Ruoshui on the shoulder and walked out of the hall alone, leaving Situ Ruoshui and the remains of Situ Chen.

Outside the hall, led by Pan Jueming, the new core layer of the Dong hai Gang respectfully stood at the entrance, with dozens of Dong hai Gang members positioned three meters apart on either side of the steps, stretching all the way down.

They were all dressed in black suits, adorned with black sunglasses and gloves, with white flowers pinned to their chests, giving off an air of solemnity.

Beneath the steps, along both sides of the hall, wreaths were densely packed, numbering in the hundreds.

When Ye Fan stepped out from the hall, Pan Jueming, standing at the front, immediately approached him.

Seeing this scene, Ma Liu and the other eight new core members of the Dong hai Gang felt somewhat envious and jealous—last night, after Ye Fan had finished talking with Pan Jueming, he had announced in front of them that Dong hai Gang’s future affairs would be managed by Pan Jueming and Jin Ye would handle the operations of the Dong hai Group!

This meant that Pan Jueming had now become the proxy leader of the Dong hai Gang under Ye Fan!

Beyond their envy and jealousy, Ma Liu and the others were also somewhat curious.

Initially, they all thought that due to Pan Jueming stirring up internal strife within the Dong hai Gang, even if he didn’t die, he would be kicked out by Ye Fan. However, he had unexpectedly become Ye Fan’s proxy—They were really curious about what Pan Jueming had said to Ye Fan!

Unaware of the complicated looks from Ma Liu and others, Pan Jueming quickly walked up to Ye Fan, bowed, and reported, "Mr. Ye, according to the schedule, guests for the memorial service will start arriving in half an hour, the memorial service will proceed precisely at nine, and immediately after the service ends, Mr. Situ’s remains will be cremated, then taken to Fushou Garden Cemetery for burial."

"Alright."

Ye Fan, having never attended a memorial service, was unfamiliar with the procedures, so he had delegated all arrangements for Situ Chen’s memorial service to Pan Jueming. Hearing Pan Jueming’s report, he first nodded in acknowledgment, then thought of something else and asked, "Given the distance to Fushou Garden Cemetery, what if there is a traffic jam?"

"I’ve considered this issue. When the time comes, we’ll have someone drive ahead to clear the way and ensure the roads are smooth," Pan Jueming explained.

"Let’s do this—I’ll give Feng Dong a call and ask the traffic management department to dispatch a police car to lead the way." Although Pan Jueming’s plan could largely prevent traffic jams, Ye Fan felt it might cause confusion, and it would be troublesome if they couldn’t conduct the burial before twelve o’clock.

"Uh..."

Upon hearing Ye Fan’s words, Pan Jueming was taken aback—In his memory, over the past decades, no underworld boss’s memorial service in Huaxia had ever had the privilege of a police escort.

Ignoring Pan Jueming’s surprise, Ye Fan took out his phone and dialed Feng Dong’s number: "Hello, Minister Feng."

"Hello, Mr. Ye."

Because Ye Fan had fulfilled all his promises and restored order to Dong hai’s underworld, stabilizing the security, Feng Dong was very satisfied. Thus, he was very polite over the phone, but he was curious why Ye Fan was calling him on the day of Situ Chen’s memorial service.

"Minister Feng, I need a favor," Ye Fan’s tone was equally polite, seemingly getting accustomed to his new role.

"Please go ahead, Mr. Ye."

"Today is Uncle Situ’s memorial service, which will be held at Longhua Funeral Home. After the service, Uncle Situ’s ashes will be buried at Fushou Garden Cemetery."

Getting straight to the point, Ye Fan said, "To avoid any chaos during the transport of the ashes, I suggest that the traffic management department send a police car to lead the way."

"Mr. Ye, that could negatively affect the reputation of the police," Minister Feng responded first, then after a moment’s thought, he continued, "Let me do this—I’ll instruct the traffic department to reserve a lane for your convoy between Longhua Funeral Home and Fushou Garden Cemetery, and have traffic officers manage the route."

"Thank you. I appreciate it," Ye Fan accepted Feng Dong’s arrangement, expressed his gratitude, and concluded, "I won’t keep you any longer."

"Alright."

Feng Dong said as he hung up the phone, his face thoughtful.

Originally, he had only intended for Ye Fan to use his status as an Innate Martial Artist and the backing of his forces to intimidate and stabilize the emerging bosses of Dong hai’s underworld. However, he hadn’t expected Ye Fan to take over completely after Situ Chen and become the helmsman of Dong hai’s underworld!

This puzzled him greatly.

On one hand, just like what Ma Liu and the others had previously believed, following Ye Fan’s loyal and righteous nature, and his daring rescue of Situ Chen and Situ Ruoshui, it was assessed that Ye Fan would most likely not seize the property left by Situ Chen, nor covet the minor profits of the Dong hai Gang.

On the other hand, although Ye Fan was not an official member of the Ye Family, he was still the illegitimate son of Ye Wenhao, and such an identity engaging in the underworld would significantly impact Ye Wenhao and the entire Ye Family, giving no reason to take over the Dong hai Gang.

Just as Feng Dong was baffled by Ye Fan taking over the Dong hai Gang, a Rolls Royce Phantom drove into Longhua Funeral Home, slowly heading to the parking lot.

The car stopped, the door opened, and Chu Ji stepped out with the sisters Su Yuxin and Su Liuli.

Since they were attending a memorial service, all three of them had abandoned their personal tastes and dressed entirely in black.

Chu Ji donned a black trench coat, coupled with black leather pants and boots, topped with black sunglasses on her nose bridge, releasing a powerful aura from inside out that made the Dong hai Gang members responsible for reception dare not look directly at her.

Su Yuxin wore a black blazer paired with a long black skirt, and sported black-framed glasses on her nose, unmistakably exuding the aura of a powerful businesswoman.

Compared to them, Su Liuli was dressed in a black knee-length skirt, with a white scarf draped over her shoulders, looking less naive and more mature and dignified.

After exiting the car, Chu Ji led the way, followed by Su Yuxin and Su Liuli as they walked toward the memorial hall.

"Shush shush shush shush shush shush shush..."

As the three reached the stairs, the members of the Dong hai Gang, as if receiving an invisible signal, bowed one by one to welcome and thank them.

When the mid-level members of the Dong hai Gang like Ma Liu saw Chu Ji, a sense of awe filled their eyes, an awe that was beyond what they felt towards Ye Fan!

After all, the name ’Demon Queen’ had resonated throughout Jianghu for many years, making her one of the most untouchable figures in the underworld!

Compared to people like Ma Liu, Pan Jueming looked at Chu Ji with respect, but without fear.

Seeing Chu Ji approaching, he wisely stepped back, making no attempt to greet her.

Chu Ji directly ignored everyone’s gazes, taking Su Yuxin and Su Liuli directly to Ye Fan, and asked, "Is everything ready?"

"Yeah," Ye Fan nodded.

"Have you been exhausted these days?"

Since the incident at Eleven Soaring Mountain Villa, Ye Fan had not returned to Purple Sandalwood Villa. As Chu Ji finished speaking with Ye Fan, Su Yuxin couldn’t help but speak up, her eyes filled with tenderness and concern.

"Not tired."

Ye Fan shook his head, his consciousness stirred, and he suddenly noticed that Su Yuxin’s face was radiant, her inner strength abundant, faintly showing signs of breaking through to the peak of the Postnatal stage, well aware that it was all thanks to Chu Ji’s excellent teaching.

"Is Ruoshui inside?" Not knowing why, seeing Su Yuxin and Ye Fan exchanging glances, Su Liuli felt uneasy and decided to find Situ Ruoshui.

"She is."

"Sister Chu, Yu Xin, I’ll go in first to comfort Ruoshui," Hearing Ye Fan’s reply, Su Liuli bid farewell to Chu Ji and Su Yuxin, entering the hall ahead of them.

Meanwhile, Chu Ji and Su Yuxin stayed behind to accompany Ye Fan, awaiting the arrival of guests attending the memorial service.

As Pan Jueming had said, half an hour later, guests gradually started to arrive. By eight fifty, the parking lot of the funeral home was nearly full of cars, nearly all of them luxurious.

After parking their vehicles, the guests went directly to the memorial hall, first shaking hands with Ye Fan at the entrance for a brief conversation, then receiving a white flower to wear before entering the hall.

At eight fifty-five, the hall capable of accommodating one thousand five hundred people was almost packed. Their gazes were not directed towards Situ Chen lying in the crystal coffin, but rather at Ye Fan standing next to Situ Ruoshui, looking thoughtful.

At nine o’clock, the big screen at the front displayed photos of Situ Chen from his life. Pan Jueming, acting as the host of the memorial service, went up on stage, started with an opening address, expressed his thanks, and finally said, "Mr. Situ Chen has only Miss Situ Ruoshui as his kin. Miss Ruoshui is too heartbroken to speak on behalf of her family, so Mr. Ye Fan will speak in her stead."

As Pan Jueming’s voice fell, under everyone’s gaze, Ye Fan, dressed in a black Zhongshan suit, took the stage with firm and powerful steps, holding the prepared eulogy.

Seeing this scene, the attendees at the memorial service unanimously confirmed a rumor: from now on, Ye Fan would call the shots in the nights of Dong hai!

"Dong hai Godfather, this is just the beginning."

Catching the puzzled, envious expressions around her, Chu Ji thought of the past and clenched her fists quietly, her eyes filled with hatred, "Chen Daozang, you and your Qinghong, are you ready?" (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, we invite you to vote for it and give it your Monthly Ticket on qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)