Chapter 18

On West River Coast, Richard and Harvard were sitting in a black sedan as it was driven on the road.

When Harvard looked at the broken riverbank that had been demolished, he smiled and said, “Grandpa, look, that area on West River Coast has been completely demolished. Yet, funnily enough, Thomas said that he wanted to organize a memorial service for his brother. I wonder who gave him the courage to brag like that. I guess he probably can’t go near the shore.”

Richard cast a glance before he sneered, “Don’t mention a person like Thomas again. You should learn more from Donald. Don’t always wander about doing nothing.”

“I got it, Grandpa.”

The car was driven for some time before Harvard suddenly pointed out the window and said, “Grandpa, look, why are there so many helicopters?”

Richard looked out the window, and there were about twenty helicopters in the sky. Behind every helicopter, there was a long white cloth, and it seemed as though they were mourning somebody.

“Could it be…”