Luo Badao's breathing became invisibly rapid. It was a shame and humiliation that so many people died at his son's funeral.

"Without tunnels or heavy firepower, we have to leave it to fate."

Ling Guojiang coughed: "Maybe a miracle will happen, or someone will come out to save us..." Luo Ba commanded them all to remain silent. The enemy's firepower was powerful and they were overwhelmingly suppressing the Luo family cemetery.

If no miracle happened, 99% of the funeral procession would not survive.

Seeing Luo Badao and the others like this, Ye Fan couldn't help but frown.

He thought that by forcing Luo Ba Dao and them, he could use Luo Ba Dao's trump card to deal with the enemy.

But in the current situation, Luo Badao's biggest reliance seems to be the hook-nosed young man.

This made Ye Fan a little depressed, and also made him a little hesitant to play the two trump cards of the deaf-mute elder... However, Ye Fan quickly gave up the idea. He always felt that Luo Badao was also showing weakness and wasting away the backbone of the other gambling kings.

After all, this is Luo Feiyu's funeral, and Luo Badao should be well prepared.

Thinking of this, Ye Fan gradually calmed down and prepared to wait and see what would happen.

At this moment, Luo Yanni said pessimistically: "Dad, are we going to die in this cemetery?"

"Damn it, don't disturb the morale of the army!"

Ye Fan slapped the coffin and shouted: "My life is good but my life is not good! A miracle will happen!"

"Regardless of whether there is a miracle or not, whether we can survive or not, today is the darkest day in Hengcheng."

Regarding this matter, Ling Guojiang slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of melancholy in his tone: "Seven of the top ten gambling kings were killed suddenly. Hengcheng is destined to be in chaos, destined to be reshuffled, destined to change the pattern..." Things are going to change.
Chapter completed!