Chapter 21

The church doors were pushed open from the inside.

In an instant.

Everyone's eyes turned toward the church, looking up in anticipation.

Clear footsteps rang out.

The sound was steady and powerful, each step seeming to land on everyone's hearts.

First, a pair of black leather shoes crossed the threshold, then Morgan's aged but sturdy figure appeared in everyone's sight.

He still wore a black suit, hands resting on his cane, his expression calm as still water, showing no emotional fluctuation—no satisfaction of revenge fulfilled, nor the ferocity and anger from moments before.

He just walked out step by step, unhurried and deliberate.

Seeing that it was Morgan who came out, the crowd immediately stirred.

"It's Mr. Sanchez coming out."

"Does this mean that the arrogant guy is dead?"

"Mr. Sanchez is really something."

"After all, Mr. Sanchez is one of the mafia's founding members..."

Victor and the others also looked pleased.

"Mr. Sanchez..."

Victor led his subordinates, preparing to approach.

Suddenly.

Morgan slightly stepped aside and respectfully bowed.

Another set of clear footsteps rang out.

Everyone's eyes widened.

Their pupils dilated.

They looked toward the church in disbelief.

Could it be...

Everyone continued looking up, gazing into the church.

They saw.

A tall figure slowly walking out from the shadows.

He still wore a suit, hands in his pockets. Compared to Morgan's aged appearance, his face showed resolute indifference, his expression casual. Sunlight fell on him, giving off a rebellious vibe.

It was Jack.

"It's him!"

"He's still alive!"

"Mr. Sanchez... Mr. Sanchez is actually bowing to him?"

"What's going on?"

Everyone present looked like they'd seen a ghost, talking among themselves.

No one expected Jack to still be alive.

And for Morgan to treat him with such respect.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, unable to believe this scene that shattered their understanding.

After all.

Jack had killed Morgan's son Bill, and just now at the funeral, he'd been so arrogant, even sending that insulting condolence card.

To Morgan, Jack should be a mortal enemy.

How could he do such a thing...

The smile on Victor's face froze, his leg that had just stepped forward stopped in place, his whole body as if turned to stone.

The group of bodyguards behind him also looked at each other, at a loss, not knowing how to respond.

Jack ignored everyone's stares, walked out of the church, and casually stretched, his body making a series of crisp cracking sounds.

Then.

He smiled and waved back at Morgan, "Mr. Sanchez, no need to see me out."

"Mr. Carter, take care."

Morgan slowly straightened up, his wrinkled face showing no joy or anger, just watching Jack slowly leave.

The crowd outside the church automatically cleared a path for Jack.

Watching him walk step by step, leaving the church.

"Mr. Sanchez..."

Victor carefully approached, asking in a low voice, "Are we really just letting him go like this?"

"Letting him go?"

A bitter smile appeared on Morgan's face.

It should be Jack letting him go.

"Alright."

"Everyone can leave."

With that, Morgan turned and walked back into the church, his back looking somewhat hunched.

Inside the church.

Morgan looked at Bill in the coffin, his expression very complicated.

"Mr. Sanchez."

Victor carefully walked in.

"Have the guests all left?" Morgan asked.

"Yes." Victor nodded.

Then, he looked at Morgan and said in a low voice, "The priest says it's almost time..."

Hearing this, Morgan turned back to look at Bill in the coffin—once so arrogant, now cold and stiff. A barely noticeable pain flashed through his cloudy eyes, but was quickly replaced by helpless despair.

"Begin."

Morgan said flatly.

Only then did Victor dare to wave his hand, having people close Bill's coffin and carry it out for burial.

"Victor."

"Yes."

Morgan said softly, "I'm tired. You handle the rest."

"Yes."

Victor nodded respectfully.

"Also, immediately withdraw the kill order on Jack."

"From today on, anyone from the Sanchez family who sees him... keep their distance."

Hearing this, Victor's pupils shrank sharply, his face showing extreme shock.

Keep their distance?

That's the killer of Bill!

Not only was Morgan not seeking revenge, but he also wanted the family to avoid him.

This was simply... ridiculous!

But seeing Morgan's bloodshot eyes filled with endless exhaustion, the questions on the tip of his tongue were forcefully swallowed back.

He knew that for Morgan to make this decision, there must be unspeakable reasons.

"I understand." Victor lowered his head, hiding the shock in his eyes, "I'll pass it down immediately."

Morgan said nothing more, just waved his hand.

Victor respectfully withdrew to arrange the funeral's remaining matters.

The church fell silent again.

Morgan looked at the empty church. He could no longer hold on, his whole body collapsing powerlessly to the ground.

The once invincible Morgan.

A founding member of the mafia.

The underground world boss who had dominated Viridis State for decades—at this moment, his back that had been straight all his life.

Finally bent.

And the one who bent his back.

Was merely a young man in his twenties.

Jack!

Just thinking of Jack's identity made Morgan tremble uncontrollably.

He never would have imagined that someone just over twenty years old had already reached the peak of power, standing at the very top.

Perhaps with his current strength, even the government would have trouble controlling him.

Outside the church, the sunlight was a bit harsh. Jack squinted, getting into the back seat of the black car, Joseph had already started.

"General, how did it go?"

Joseph looked at Jack through the rearview mirror, asking respectfully.

Jack lit a cigarette, took a light drag, leaned back against the seat, his face showing a hint of exhaustion.

He hadn't expected William's death to be even more complicated than he thought.

Even Morgan didn't know.

"Father, what exactly do you have that makes those people go to such lengths?"

Jack murmured softly, exhaling a smoke ring. The smoke swirled in the car, blurring his deep eyes.

"Joseph."

"Do you know about Fidelity Tower Technologies?" Jack asked.

This was the only lead Morgan had given him.

Joseph paused, his grip on the steering wheel tightening slightly, as if quickly searching for this name in his mind.

"As far as I know, it's one of the top ten tech companies in the country, but this company has always been very mysterious. They've barely released any products, yet the company maintains a large scale. When you had me investigate Mr. Carter before, I found he owned ten percent of this company's shares."

Jack's fingers lightly tapped his knee, the rhythm slow and meaningful.

William wasn't someone devoted to academic research—why would he have spare money to invest in such a company and hold so many shares?

"Where did these shares go now?" Jack asked.

"According to previous information, before William died, he transferred all his shares to Ms. Simpson."

Jack's eyes narrowed slightly. It seemed William must have anticipated something to transfer the shares to Isabella.

This also meant his death must be related to this Fidelity Tower Technologies.

"Investigate this Fidelity Tower Technologies for me. I want to know who the founder is and what exactly they're researching."

"Yes, General."