Chapter 369 The Joy Of Conflict

• The quiet moment before the chaos.
• On the day of Zhang Xiao Lazzari's funeral, rain fell in Hofcaster. The sky was shrouded in dark clouds, blocking out any hint of sunlight. The winter weather, typical of the south, was dreary and cold, with raindrops falling like needles, piercing the skin and reaching the bone.
• The streets of the underworld were empty, with only Hofcaster Park within a five-kilometer radius bustling with luxury cars coming and going. Dignitaries of all levels dressed in somber black robes, slowly made their way into the park.