I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 886: I claim that autumn days surpass the beauty of spring mornings

Chapter 886: I claim that autumn days surpass the beauty of spring mornings

"Everyone will head towards death," he said.

Inevitable.

For Geng Long, as he said just before his death, his life had already been magnificent enough; bidding farewell to this world now, he held no regrets.

Hospital.

The funeral procession was ready to set off.

Leaves return to their roots.

It was, of course, out of the question to bury him hastily here.

Geng Long’s body, having met his end in a foreign land in such a sigh-inducing accident, was to be transported to the airport and then flown by private plane to Jiangnan, where the formal memorial service would be held.

Beneath the hospital building,

a crowd witnessed Geng Long’s body being carried out.

Out of his relationship with Song Chao Ge, Guo An Le also hurried to the scene.

With his status, he fundamentally looked down on the people of the Jianghu who lived by the knife, but Guo An Le couldn’t deny that the deceased truly was a remarkable man.

In the Land of Shenzhou, out of the countless billions, how many could truly dominate a territory?

Of course.

Death ends all.

All eventually returns to dust, to earth.

The pallbearers moved carefully down the steps.

Guo An Le couldn’t help but glance at the somberly dressed young man not far away.

As the involved party, though he was the one struck and bore no responsibility, Jiang Chen still arrived out of humanitarian concern to pay his respects.

Thankfully, it was broad daylight.

Under the clear sky.

Otherwise, he might have been a bit worried that Geng Long would play the revenant and leap up.

An enemy coming to send off his own body.

How tragically touching.

Though there were many people at the scene, it was very quiet.

After descending the steps, the pallbearers stopped.

Song Chao Ge, wearing a white band on his chest, stepped forward, silent, raised his hand, and rested it on Geng Long’s coffin.

Jiang Chen watched quietly.

Song Chao Ge showed no grief, nor did he utter any eulogies. After touching the coffin for a moment, he withdrew his hand.

Indeed.

The dead can no longer hear the living.

All was left unspoken.

The pallbearers headed for the funeral vehicle.

At that moment.

Another car arrived.

People turned their heads.

Those who stepped out were Lan Pei Zhi and Nie Chuan Xiong.

Those of the Jianghu value honor.

Even betrayed, they came to escort Geng Long on his last journey.

"Sigh."

Nie Chuan Xiong let out a soft sigh towards the coffin, seemingly in regret.

"Aunt Lan, Geng Long must be very happy you could come," Song Chao Ge said.

Partings in life and death should be the cruelest thing in this world.

But Lan Pei Zhi’s face was as calm as a still lake.

Indeed.

Someone like her probably had long looked past life and death.

After glancing at Geng Long’s coffin, she asked Song Chao Ge, "Aren’t you escorting him back?"

Song Chao Ge shook his head. "I promised Geng Long that, despite this misfortune, I must stay behind and fulfill my commitment to him."

Jiang Chen remained silent.

The coffin was lifted onto the vehicle.

The convoy began to move, heading out of the hospital.

Everyone dies once, as light as a feather or as heavy as Mount Tai.

For ordinary people, to be sent off by such a distinguished group was already an immense honor.

"Brother Jiang, it’s already in the past, an accident is just an accident, you shouldn’t take it to heart."

Song Chao Ge turned to comfort, seemingly still concerned that the other party would blame himself.

How deep must one’s scheming be to play the part to such an extent?

Put in the other’s shoes, Jiang Chen admitted he couldn’t match even half of what the other had done.

Heaven and earth are not benevolent and regard all beings as straw dogs.

Perhaps for this individual, everyone around him might just be a tool.

After Geng Long’s coffin was taken away, Song Chao Ge and Guo An Le left shortly after, with the latter casting an especially lingering glance at Jiang Chen.

Who had returned to his hotel the night before escorted by He Yi Hui, Jiang Chen appeared cool and collected, politely nodding his head as if nothing had happened.

"Mr. Jiang, I heard about yesterday’s incident, it was truly thrilling." With no outsiders present, there was no need for pretenses, Nie Chuan Xiong remarked with a sigh, "I never would have thought Geng Long could be so crazed."

It wasn’t madness.

It was the absence of choice.

"Were you hurt?" Lan Pei Zhi asked.

Jiang Chen shook his head, truthfully replying, "I took a bullet, thankfully I was wearing a bulletproof vest in advance, but my chest still hurts a bit even now."

Nie Chuan Xiong raised his eyebrows.

Not having been at the scene, the details were, of course, not entirely clear to him, but with his experience, he could speculate some.

"Mr. Jiang, you really are courageous and detailed."

Nie Chuan Xiong commented with a smile.

"Weren’t you afraid he would have really shot you?" Lan Pei asked.

"Miss He gave me a gun for protection, I’m definitely no match in hand-to-hand, but in terms of shooting, he probably isn’t much better than me."

Jiang Chen said with an easy smile.

Even though it seemed a bit like tightrope walking, he indeed had some assurance.

No one gambles with their own life.

Moreover.

Now that he had provoked a powerful enemy like Song Chao Ge, there wasn’t much time for him to slowly mature.

He needed to rapidly forge himself.

The more perilous the crisis, the better to temper one’s will.

It’s like that saying, out of death comes life.

"You can only say you were lucky; otherwise, the one being sent off just now might have been you."

Lan Pei Zhi’s words were somewhat of a downer.

Jiang Chen gave a wry smile.

"The auction is about to start; get ready."

With that, Lan Pei Zhi turned and got into the car.

"Mr. Jiang, I’ll take my leave first."

Jiang Chen nodded.

Nie Chuan Xiong followed suit.

He had just eliminated Geng Long; shouldn’t the other party be happy?

Why not even a word of praise?

Did they think he was too rash?

But if he had brought a bunch of bodyguards, or continued to "cling" to Vera’s coattails, without finding an opportunity, would Geng Long have risked it all? Would he have taken action himself, leaped into the sea, died?