The funeral took place on the third day.

The location was within the premises of Coastal Industry, where the newly refurbished ground supported a canopy, and basically, everyone from Xinquan attended.

There were no chaotic rituals or programs organized; instead, it was conducted in the form of mourning and remembrance.

In addition to the seven Returning Knights who died in the siege of Pacquiao, there were over thirty security team members. After the turmoil, almost every combatant was wounded, and more than forty people were disabled as a result.

Although Ji Jue was not responsible for the casualties of the Returning Knights, he paid double the compensation and bonuses equivalent to Coastal employees and additionally donated some supplies.

As for the Coastal employees, besides the previously agreed double compensation and bonuses, there were additional benefits, including free accommodation for the elderly at the auxiliary nursing home of Xin Xiang Sanatorium and monthly living expenses and interest-free student loans for children in school.

Ji Jue had eaten quite well and was not lacking in these aspects.

Those injured were treated, and the disabled were directly referred to Xie Lan for amputation and replantation. Even if heavy labor was not possible afterward, there were easy and stable job positions available in the factory for such proven reliable employees.

In addition, any other difficulties or troubles would be assisted as deemed appropriate. With such generous compensation and help, it's hard to say whether some families found joy amidst hardship or brought sorrow amidst joy.

At the funeral, the low sobs and tears continued.

At the end, Ji Jue handed the urns to the families one by one, silently listening to accusations or gratitude, and the only thing he could leave behind was his business card.

When pushing the door open to leave, he couldn't help but let out a silent sigh.

"Isn't this enough already?"

The 'accountant' sitting outside on the steps smoking a pipe glanced back at him with a spontaneous sigh: "When one fights with a knife to survive, they inevitably die a tragic death on the streets. When one picks up a gun to make a living, life and death are no longer under their control.

Sometimes life is precious, and sometimes it is cheap.

In Central Earth, when a man in the family dies, all that's left is a bag of gold sand and a gun, and most of the time, not even the gold sand.

Having an employer as good as you, dying gives them peace of mind, so why feel guilty?"

"You might be mistaken; I'm not that weak."

Ji Jue looked back: "Although I feel guilty, I don't think I did anything wrong, just trying to do whatever I can.

The accountant shrugged: "Then why feel sorrow?"

"Why not feel sorrow?"

Ji Jue smiled self-deprecatingly: "Even with all the sorrow and guilt, and with all the compensation and efforts made, when I face such things in the future, I will still do the same.

Even more so, doing it repeatedly without remorse."

He looked at the accountant, curiously asking: "Isn't someone like me pathetic?"

The accountant remained silent, looking at him for a long time before exhaling a wisp of smoke and softly sighing: "There are too many pathetic people who bring trouble upon themselves, and quite a few detestable ones who do evil without repentance. But someone like you, however, does not fall into either category.

Whether you succeed or not, I can't say for sure, but I can confirm one thing—people like you might cause more harm than many others."

"I'll consider it a compliment."

Ji Jue laughed, indifferent.

"Before I leave, do you have anything to tell me, Mr. Accountant?"

"Just one thing, pay the bills on time, don't delay the payments. Besides that..."

The accountant chuckled, took out a badge from his pocket, and flicked it over to him. Ji Jue caught it, but couldn't tell what the badge was.

It looked like a randomly carved insignia of the Fungus Group with a knife on a piece of shattered iron.

"What's this?" Ji Jue looked down to examine it.

"It's a symbol and token for the sacrificial rites. Wear this on the streets in Central Earth, and those who don't kneel upon seeing you will have their feet cut off. Hmm, there's also a chance you might get hacked to death.

I'd suggest not swinging it around haphazardly; there are many foes of the Red Country."

The accountant shrugged, sighing: "The decision of the Sacrificial Master is not something we followers can question. There aren't many in this generation who are eligible to bear the Shattered Iron Crown, so having one more is good.

The knight group might not understand, but they won't oppose it either. However, I suppose you wouldn't care.

No need to say more, but just to be safe, I'd remind you... Even though there are many Fungus Group legacies, they aren't so common that they're everywhere, so I hope you won't spread it indiscriminately."

"There's no need for that, besides, isn't the Returning Home Knight Order quite handy?" Ji Jue flicked it up casually, watching it spin in mid-air before catching it in his palm: "Friendship is friendship, and accounts are accounts, right?"

"That's pretty much it."

The accountant supported his old waist to rise from the steps, stretching his body: "Having said all the good and bad things, this old man won't disturb you further.

Wish you prosperous business, Boss Ji."

"Thank you."

Ji Jue smiled, watching as the accountant left with a large group of Returning Knights.

However, Slan remained with a small team. On one hand, they were originally working on side jobs here in the Federation, and on the other hand, it was an additional service.

They would serve Ji Jue until the rainy season ended.

In a way, it was also a silent reminder...

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