Chapter 19

Inside the church, countless people bowed their heads, each holding a flower, praying along with the priest to see Bill off.

When Bill was alive, he was domineering and arrogant, acting like he owned the place.

But after his death, he could still enjoy a send-off from countless people, all eyes on him in prayer.

This was the power of the Sanchez family!

Even though Bill was already dead.

His funeral was still luxurious beyond what ordinary people could imagine!

Just as the solemn atmosphere filled the air.

A clear sound of a door opening rang out.

Though the sound was small, in this solemn atmosphere, it seemed incredibly jarring.

The next moment.

Everyone turned their heads toward the entrance.

There.

At the church entrance.

A young man in a black suit, also holding a flower, slowly walked in.

His black leather shoes made crisp sounds on the floor, echoing clearly throughout the church.

Hearing this commotion.

Isabella, among the crowd, looked up with a puzzled expression, following everyone else's gaze.

Just one glance.

Isabella's body trembled violently, nearly collapsing to the ground.

At the same time.

Her breathing became rapid, feeling as if an invisible hand was gripping her heart.

Her eyes filled with terror, and the chrysanthemum in her hand nearly fell to the ground from fear.

"Him?!"

"Why is he here!"

Isabella looked at Jack in panic. Just days ago, Jack had killed Bill, and today was Bill's funeral.

And he just... walked right in!

What does he want?

Jack seemed to carry an invisible aura.

There were many people in the church.

But after he entered, the people in front automatically made way for him.

Jack's face was calm.

He showed no expression—no murderous intent, no remorse for crashing a funeral, only a suffocating indifference.

He walked past everyone.

Coming to Bill's coffin.

Then he placed his flower in front of the coffin.

After that.

Jack turned around, and his eyes immediately found Isabella.

"Long time no see."

Jack said to Isabella with a faint smile.

His voice was gentle and calm, as if greeting an old friend he hadn't seen in a while.

But Isabella looked at Jack with terror written all over her face. Her lips parted slightly, trembling, unable to speak for a long time.

Morgan, beside her, noticed Isabella's strange reaction.

He looked at Isabella with a dark expression and asked, "Isabella, who is this person?"

Jack heard this.

He looked at Morgan and extended his hand, "You must be Bill's father, Morgan Sanchez?"

Morgan looked at Jack with a slight frown.

The young man before him gave him a dangerous feeling.

However, today was Bill's funeral, and seeing Jack extend his hand first, he also reached out and shook it.

"Who are you? Are you a friend of Bill's? Why haven't I seen you before?"

Morgan asked Jack.

Jack's lips curved slightly upward.

"My name is Jack."

"Mr. Sanchez, didn't you put out a hit on me? How come you don't even recognize me?"

At these words.

Everyone's faces changed dramatically.

Jack!

He was Jack.

The person who killed Bill.

A few days ago, Bill was killed at his own wedding. Morgan knew Jack's name at the time, but in his grief, he didn't pay attention to what Jack looked like—he just ordered his people to kill Jack at all costs.

He never expected.

That Jack, whom the Sanchez family had searched for three days without finding.

Would appear brazenly at today's funeral.

Hearing the name Jack, Morgan's face instantly turned fierce, his eyes filled with murderous coldness. His hands on the ebony cane trembled slightly, veins bulging on the back of his hands.

His son's killer, right before his eyes.

Today was the day Bill was being laid to rest.

As the murderer, Jack actually dared to show up in person.

What did this mean?

Walking into a trap?

Or... deliberate provocation?

The former would be foolish.

The latter would be... arrogant!

Inside the church.

Countless distinguished guests looked at Jack in disbelief.

"Oh, right."

"I almost forgot."

"There's also this." Jack suddenly pulled out a memorial card.

And placed it in front of Bill's coffin.

As soon as Jack set down the card, several people surrounded him.

These were all Sanchez family members, each looking at Jack with hostile eyes.

With just one word from Morgan, they would immediately kill Jack right here to avenge Bill.

Just then.

One of them noticed something wrong.

He frowned and looked at Jack's card.

On Jack's card were written just two short sentences: "Death well deserved."

"A cause for celebration!"

This was too arrogant!

Who sends this kind of memorial card to someone's funeral?

This wasn't just provocation anymore!

This was contempt.

But this was the Sanchez family.

The Sanchez family that dominated Viridis State.

How dare he do such a thing?

Inside the church, countless guests began whispering to each other after seeing the content on the card.

They were all shocked by Jack's behavior.

This young man was too bold!

"You..."

Morgan's chest heaved violently, his cloudy old eyes now filled with bloodshot veins, as an old lion pushed to the extreme.

"Good... very good!"

Morgan laughed in anger, raising his hand and striking his ebony cane heavily on the ground with a dull thud.

"I searched for you for three days, and you actually delivered yourself to my door."

Morgan's voice was hoarse and low, carrying a bone-chilling killing intent, "Jack, you're very arrogant. Since you're here, don't think you'll walk out alive!"

"Today, you will be buried with my son!"

As his words fell.

The people already surrounding Jack instantly pulled out gleaming handguns.

In just a few seconds.

Dozens of guns were all aimed at Jack.

Instantly, Jack became the target of all.

Isabella saw this scene, a cold gleam appearing in her eyes. If Jack died here, it would be perfect for her.

She wouldn't have to go through the trouble of selling off William's assets and fleeing Viridis State, but could continue enjoying wealth and luxury.

However.

What puzzled her was that last time Jack had mobilized so many troops, but today he came alone.

Where were his people?

Where did they go?

Yet Jack, surrounded by gunpoint, still stood in place, completely motionless.

His face remained calm, without a trace of panic. In fact, a faint smile played at the corners of his mouth.

"Mr. Sanchez, is this how you treat guests?"

Jack tilted his head slightly, his tone carrying a hint of mockery, "Pulling guns at your own son's funeral—aren't you afraid of disturbing his spirit?"

"Shut up!"

Morgan roared, "You killed my son, and you still dare to talk big here! Today, I will use your blood to pay tribute to Bill!"

"Is that so?"

Jack smiled faintly, still calm.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to kill me today."