Chapter 884: Chapter 708: Uh, This... The funeral lasted for three days, and the farewell ceremony was held on the fourth day.
For the Extreme Path, funerals are not uncommon, something they are used to. Though the bad news came hurriedly, the funeral was still orderly.
In the meantime, Fujimoto’s wife, dissatisfied with the distribution of Fujimoto’s inheritance, came with her child to make a fuss, but she didn’t meet Huai Shi and left grudgingly. Besides that, there were only some distant relatives, some of whom didn’t show up at all.
The preceding funeral was for the deceased’s friends and family, but the day of the farewell ceremony was when colleagues came to visit.
In the overcast drizzle, the Fujimoto Group members in mourning clothes stood in two rows at the door, bowing to thank the arriving visitors.
From the increasingly stationary car, Yamada Teppei looked at the scene outside, eyebrows slightly raising: "Isn’t this quite the spectacle? Even in death, that Fujimoto picked a troublesome time... I heard it was the Tiger King Group who did it?"
"That’s what everyone says." His subordinate answered, opening the door for him, then holding an umbrella.
The elderly man under the umbrella adjusted the collar of his haori and walked toward the main entrance.
At the door, Yamashita bent down, bowing at a ninety-degree angle: "Thank you for coming from afar, it’s been hard on you."
"It’s just two city districts away, no need for hardship talk." Yamada chuckled twice, looking down: "Yamashita, I heard the new group leader isn’t you."
"I’m incompetent; just having the rank is fortunate enough." Yamashita answered, bowing his head: "I dare not covet the leader position."
"Ha-ha, just joking, you look scared." The old president of the Yamada Group waved his hand, and his face gradually became one of surprise as he looked around: "What? I personally came to offer condolences, and your new leader doesn’t even show up?"
"Apologies." Yamashita maintained his ninety-degree bow: "The leader has other urgent matters and will arrive shortly; please bear with us."
"You bastard, how dare you make our president wait?"
The umbrella-holding subordinate was furious, grabbing Yamashita by the collar and angrily shouting: "Such disrespect! Are you looking down on us?"
"Enough, Ikeuchi, this is a funeral, we’re guests, don’t make too much of a fuss."
Yamada Teppei patted his subordinate’s arm, leaving the bowing Yamashita, and turned to head into the ceremonial hall, where he lit an incense stick, regarded Fujimoto’s portrait, sighed, then went into a side room to rest.
Many old acquaintances had already arrived, making it very lively inside. Seeing him come in, many raised their hands to greet him.
"Ah, quite a good crowd, it’s been a while everyone."
Yamada found a seat in the middle, looking around, knowingly asking: "Tiger King Group didn’t come?"
"If they dared come, there might be a fight today?"
"I’m not sure about that."
An old man with burn scars on his face raised his eyes, glanced at the door outside: "I heard Tiger King Group invited the five elders for mediation these past two days, really putting in effort to save his son, Arisaka is really making an effort. But Yamada, you know something, right?"
"Where would I get information, I’m just an old man, retired long ago, can’t meddle in these things."
Yamada raised his teacup, casually asking: "By the way, is it true the Fujimoto Group is being renamed to the Huaizhi Gang? Anyone familiar? I’m quite curious about that new leader."
About the leader of the Huaizhi Gang, there are many rumors, some call him a Green Day expert, others absurdly dub him a Border God of Killing. But none are reliable. There’s even talk of a hybrid who joined Fujimoto Group just two days ago... truly absurd tales.
For a moment, no one can figure out the details, nor what Fujimoto was thinking in his last moments.
However, those who came sense this new leader’s arrogance. From the start of the funeral until now, he hasn’t shown his face; even originally close factions are now shut out, relations becoming distant and cold.
"Well, regardless, he’ll have to make an appearance, won’t he?" Yamada cheerfully drank his tea and said no more.
And in the busy farewell ceremony, Yamashita Jiro finally found a moment, grabbing someone nearby, anxiously asking: "The leader, where is the leader?"
"I-I don’t know." The underling shook his head bewilderedly: "They say he went out with Big Brother Ueno this morning and hasn’t returned yet."
Yamashita felt terrible.
What nonsense is "went out this morning?"
Couldn’t he be brought to survey the nightlife by Ueno?
Feeling a chill in his heart, Yamashita was about to speak when he noticed a car stopped at the front door and someone getting out.
Stunned.
"Sis-in-law, w-why are you here?"
"My husband’s funeral, shouldn’t I be here?"
The exhausted-looking woman held a bewildered child, staring angrily at Yamashita: "I want to see what this Huai Shi guy is up to!"
But behind her, someone else got out of the car.
An old man in a black suit, holding a cane, greeted Yamashita warmly: "Isn’t this Yamashita? Long time no see, how have you been?"
Yamashita froze for half a day, instinctively standing firm and bowing to the newcomer: "I apologize for the late welcome, Mr. Kitahara."
His heart already sank to the bottom.
The person who came was a high-ranking member of the Drug Expulsion Alliance, an envoy representing the opinion of the five elders, now jointly arriving with Fujimoto’s widow, likely with no good intentions.
"There’s no need for unnecessary words. I’ve come here today mainly for three matters."
Kitahara removed his hat and calmly surveyed the surroundings, telling him: "Firstly, to offer condolences to Mr. Fujimoto on behalf of our master at home. Secondly, to mediate between the Fujimoto Group and the Tiger King Group.
Lastly, it concerns Madam Fujimoto’s request for justice... Yamashita, upon hearing of Madam Fujimoto’s plight, Lord Tenmoku was greatly enraged and instructed me to resolve this swiftly. I’m afraid I can’t afford to spare any face for you."
In the cold, thin rain, Yamashita was already drenched in sweat. Bowing his head, he pleaded:
"Please, let’s discuss this inside."
After seeing the group enter, he anxiously glared at Takuma, signaling him to quickly think of a solution. He could no longer attend to his ceremonial duties and turned to follow them in a flustered state.