Black Panther’s aning is simple: this cetery was relocated over fifty years ago.
At that ti, Central City consolidated so resources and moved public ceteries and so scattered small ceteries all to this place.
Bentley was dumbfounded upon hearing this, "Oh my, where did my family’s graves go then?"
Black Panther was also surprised, he knew the other person was not young, but "Over fifty years, you never ca?"
Can’t figure it out, then what are you doing here now, visiting the grave?
Bentley replied expressionlessly, "The Bunker Clan isn’t sure if I’m dead, maybe they’re stalking at the cetery."
What do those who cut off heirs fear the most? That the other party isn’t completely wiped out, they will definitely keep a close watch on any possible fish that slipped through the net.
Staking out a cetery for decades with perseverance isn’t difficult, they don’t need to send clan mbers to do it themselves.
Just need to spend a little money to bribe a couple of tomb guardians as lookouts.
Black Panther was also hearing this possibility for the first ti, but after thinking about it, he felt it made sense.
"Enduring for so many years, that’s really not easy for you."
There wasn’t much expression on Bentley’s face, he said lightly, "To stay alive, even a little carelessness won’t do."
"To be honest, before eting Jianlei, I never thought I’d see the day I could co back and visit the graves."
So... you two t later on?
Black Panther secretly rembered this line in his mind, "Then tell , what’s your family na, I can help inquire about it."
Bentley wasn’t wary of him after all, as he had taken special care of him and Flower Scorpion.
He sighed softly, "Have you heard of ’Fast and Good Construction’ from seventy or eighty years ago?"
Black Panther blinked, surprised, "Could it be that you’re that wanted man Benjamin?"
"That na... I’ve already forgotten it," Bentley’s eyes appeared a bit dazed, as if recalling sothing.
In the next mont, he asked again, "When did I beco so famous?"
Black Panther chuckled, "After the Bunker Clan was exterminated, soone compiled a list of suspects."
Bentley nodded upon hearing this, "Then I’d trouble you to help ask where my family’s graves are."
This cetery is really not small, spanning tens of square kiloters, with millions of urns buried within.
Wasteland has no tradition of earth burials, and the conditions in the Gathering Area below are a bit worse, sotis earth burial might happen, but Central City is solely cremation.
It took Black Panther two whole days just to check the information before he finally found where Bentley’s family’s graves were relocated.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t find where Bentley’s aunt was buried.
His aunt was the last person to die in his family, prior, she had arranged for the family to be buried together.
In the end, she couldn’t escape the clutches of the Bunker family’s poison, yet there was no one to arrange a burial for her.
Black Panther investigated for another two days, coming to the cetery to find Qu Jianlei and the other two.
Bentley had been sitting for two days and nights in front of his family’s graves, that grimacing human head placed right there.
In fact, his actions had already alerted the tomb guardian, who ca specially to warn him: you can’t use a human head for offerings.
However, upon seeing a small fla erge from the young man’s hand beside him, the tomb guardian left quietly.
——The matters of the Ultimate Warriors can only be handled by Ultimate Warriors.
Black Panther approached cautiously, ignoring that human head, and spoke apologetically.
"Your aunt’s ashes... seem to have never been buried, most likely the Bunker family got rid of them."
Bentley’s eyes were filled with bloodshot, sitting there dazedly, as if he hadn’t heard these words at all.
Two or three minutes later, he took out a cigarette, lit it, took two fierce puffs, and threw it on the ground.
Then he raised his head, looking at Black Panther, "I want to destroy the Bunker family’s graves, what should I do?"
"The Bunker family’s graves..." Black Panther thought for a mont, then said, "also need to be relocated to this cetery, it’s not easy."
The Bunker family had estates and land, the cetery was on their property, but after the heirless demise, all properties were targeted.
In fact, there were so outsiders who had the right to inherit.
However, Qu Jianlei was too ruthless back then, those with inheritance rights gave up their qualifications one after another.
The other side obviously intended to wipe out the entire clan, if you want to seek death, that’s not how you do it.
Of course, there were a few who didn’t believe in evil, after all, wealth tempts people, doesn’t it?
Two people submitted claims to inherit, but within a few days, they t untily deaths.
This had nothing to do with Qu Jianlei, he had already left by then.
The key was so forces had already set their sights on the properties left by the Bunker family.
They weren’t sure what the real culprit’s intent was, although the writing on the wall said it was for revenge, but... what if it wasn’t?
Anyway, getting rid of those who had no qualification to participate can’t be wrong.
Later, when Qu Jianlei didn’t make a statent, the Bunker Clan’s properties were divided up by vultures.
These vultures are truly ruthless. When dividing the inheritance, they find the cetery bothering them and want to move it to a public cetery.
Moving it to a public cetery is now a matter for Central City. The public cetery has already taken over, just waiting for the relocation.
If the Bunker clan’s cetery is left unmanaged, Bentley could go and wreak havoc, and Black Panther wouldn’t care.
But now that the affairs have been transferred to the public cetery, taking action would be like slapping the face of Central City.
After Black Panther finished explaining, Bentley lowered his head and fell silent.
After a while, he raised his head, glanced at Qu Jianlei and Xiao Moshan, and spoke slowly, "Which of you two... is willing to help ?"
"Old Ben, what the hell are you saying?" Xiao Moshan gave him a sidelong glance, "We both will help you!"
Then he looked at Qu Jianlei, "The three of us are all wanted criminals, what’s there to hesitate about? Right, Jianlei?"
Qu Jianlei nodded slightly and then looked at Black Panther, "Can’t it be destroyed?"
Black Panther, seeing it was him asking, felt a shiver down his spine; he really didn’t dare ignore Qu Jianlei’s words.
However, destroying a cetery is truly not only about power but also involves social morality and public order.
So he could only reply stiffly, "Jian Lei, I need to coordinate this... it’s mainly for your own good."
"Okay," Qu Jianlei nodded, he had already offended the Gorge quite a bit, it’s really not suitable to offend Central City as well.
He didn’t have the power to make too many friends, but he also couldn’t afford to make too many enemies, right?
Black Panther left quickly and returned quickly, but he didn’t co back alone.
Behind him followed a dignified middle-aged man, who looked imposing.
Xiao Moshan’s body stiffened, he elbowed Qu Jianlei, his lips not moving as he lightly mouthed three words, "Wei Wushuang."
The head of the Inspection Bureau, one of Central City’s three A-level Warriors!
In his career, countless Ultimate Warriors were brought to justice by him, facing endless pressures and risks.
But it also established his great reputation, even the notorious Chen Weiyu from the Gorge was helpless against him.
At this mont, he didn’t look so overbearing, though the air of authority was still sowhat noticeable.
Black Panther first introduced Wei Wushuang to everyone, yet the three of them still sat there, without the slightest interest in standing up.
Chief Wei didn’t mind, instead, he casually sat down, "Thanks for helping out in that recent battle."
"Nothing to thank," replied Xiao Moshan; Bentley wasn’t in the mood to speak, and Qu Jianlei generally didn’t like to talk.
"But you three are all wanted criminals," Wei Wushuang replied seriously, "Are you Mo Huaitian?"
Xiao Moshan replied casually, "That’s ... anyway, it’s everyone’s duty to eliminate the Fallen."
"Mainly because you also discovered the rebel army," Wei Wushuang stretched his large legs, his tone becoming more relaxed.
"If they escape, especially if the driver is from the Gorge... when Supre arrives, Central City would likely be blad."
He didn’t believe those rebels could ultimately escape; once Supre arrives, there would be no chance for luck.
The one leading the escape is from the Gorge, responsibility will definitely be pursued, but how could the Gorge let Central City just watch?
A charge of "neglect of duty" would undoubtedly stick; not only would Black Panther be in trouble, but Central City would also be implicated.
Xiao Moshan answered very straightforwardly, "We didn’t think that much at the ti."
Hearing this, Wei Wushuang sighed softly, "That’s why, all three of you... actually have grievances."
Then he turned his head to look at Bentley, "Especially you, Benjamin... you were originally a victim."
Bentley glanced at him but said nothing, lighting a cigarette.
Words like these, if heard seventy years ago, would have moved him to tears, willing to die for it with gratitude.
But now, it’s just a chuckle, echoing Qu Jianlei’s words, "Delayed justice... is it really justice?"
Seeing him not respond, Wei Wushuang felt a bit embarrassed.
Yet, thinking again, it’s understandable for soone whose family was shattered, displaced for seventy years, to harbor resentnt.
He didn’t ramble further, "Tonight, I will distract the people, you go destroy the Bunker clan’s cetery, how about it?"
Bentley took a drag from his cigarette, slowly exhaled, then nodded, "Alright, thanks."
"But doing so will make it difficult to grant your amnesty," Wei Wushuang stated bluntly.
"Central City can pardon you now and give you so compensation, but not much... after all, you also killed soone."
"But if you destroy the cetery, I won’t be able to help plead for you... who asked to be in charge of the Inspection Bureau?"
Bentley paused, unexpectedly chuckled, "Do you think I care about amnesty now?"
Wei Wushuang looked at him curiously, "I can’t find a good way to solve Mo Huaitian and Qu Jianlei’s issues."
"But you... you really can, isn’t it good to live in the sunlight?"
"No going back," Bentley shook his head decisively, "What’s under the sunlight? I don’t have many years left to live."
Qu Jianlei then looked at Wei Wushuang with surprise, "You actually know my real na, have you contacted Zheng Weifang?"
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