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The sound of firecrackers started, the procession for the funeral reached an unprecedented level.
One black car after another, and one airplane after another, all entered J City.
This was very shocking for J City.
"Damn, this funeral convoy is too over-the-top."
A rogue youth, pedaling on a bicycle, looked stunned, and exclaimed in shock.
"By the way, who on earth is Li Jianhua? Since when did J City have such a bigwig?"
Other passersby occasionally looked up at the airplanes circling in the sky in the distance, and sometimes looked ahead, staring at those luxury cars, utterly shocked inside.
All those cars were black, with large characters painted conspicuously on the bodies, saying: "Li Jianhua, rest in peace."
The airplanes circling in the sky were trailing long black and white banners, all of which without exception read "Li Jianhua, rest in peace."
