Luo Badao's breathing became invisibly rapid. It was a shame and humiliation that so many people died at his son's funeral.

"If there is no authentic or heavy firepower, you can only leave it to fate."

Ling Guojiang coughed: "Or a miracle happened, or someone came to save us..." Luo Badao and the others were silent. The enemy was powerful in firepower and had an absolute advantage in suppressing the Luo family cemetery.

If no miracle happens, the funeral team may not survive.

Seeing Luo Badao and the others like this, Ye Fan couldn't help frowning.

He thought that by forcing Luo Badao and the others, he could get Luo Badao's trump card to deal with the enemy.

But in the current situation, Luo Badao's biggest reliance seems to be the hook-nosed young man and the others.

This made Ye Fan a little depressed, and hesitated whether to play the two trump cards of the two deaf and mute elders... However, Ye Fan quickly gave up his thoughts, and he always felt that Luo Badao was showing weakness and wasting the backbone of the other gambling kings.

After all, this is Luo Feiyu's funeral, and Luo Badao should be prepared for both.

Thinking of this, Ye Fan gradually calmed down and prepared to wait and see what was going on.

At this moment, Luo Yanni said pessimisticly: "Dad, are we going to die in this cemetery?"

"Don't disturb the morale of the army!"

Ye Fan slapped the coffin and yelled: "I'm lucky! A miracle will happen!"

"No matter whether there is a miracle or not, whether we can survive or not, today is the darkest day in Hengcheng."
Chapter completed!