CHAPTER 332: CHAPTER 212: THE AMIABLE CHIEF WEI

Black Panther’s meaning is simple: this cemetery was relocated over fifty years ago.

At that time, Central City consolidated some resources and moved public cemeteries and some scattered small cemeteries 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 came?"

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 me at the cemetery."

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 cemetery for decades with perseverance isn’t difficult, they don’t need to send clan members 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 time, 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 meeting Jianlei, I never thought I’d see the day I could come back and visit the graves."

So... you two met later on?

Black Panther secretly remembered this line in his mind, "Then tell me, what’s your family name, 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 name... I’ve already forgotten it," Bentley’s eyes appeared a bit dazed, as if recalling something.

In the next moment, he asked again, "When did I become so famous?"

Black Panther chuckled, "After the Bunker Clan was exterminated, someone 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 cemetery is really not small, spanning tens of square kilometers, 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, sometimes 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 cemetery 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 came specially to warn him: you can’t use a human head for offerings.

However, upon seeing a small flame emerge 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 moment, then said, "also need to be relocated to this cemetery, it’s not easy."

The Bunker family had estates and land, the cemetery was on their property, but after the heirless demise, all properties were targeted.

In fact, there were some 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 met untimely deaths.

This had nothing to do with Qu Jianlei, he had already left by then.

The key was some 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 statement, the Bunker Clan’s properties were divided up by vultures.

These vultures are truly ruthless. When dividing the inheritance, they find the cemetery bothering them and want to move it to a public cemetery.

Moving it to a public cemetery is now a matter for Central City. The public cemetery has already taken over, just waiting for the relocation.

If the Bunker clan’s cemetery 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 cemetery, 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 me?"

"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 cemetery 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 come 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 moment, he didn’t look so overbearing, though the air of authority was still somewhat 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 me... 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 Supreme arrives, Central City would likely be blamed."

He didn’t believe those rebels could ultimately escape; once Supreme 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 time."

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 someone whose family was shattered, displaced for seventy years, to harbor resentment.

He didn’t ramble further, "Tonight, I will distract the people, you go destroy the Bunker clan’s cemetery, 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 some compensation, but not much... after all, you also killed someone."

"But if you destroy the cemetery, I won’t be able to help plead for you... who asked me 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 name, have you contacted Zheng Weifang?"