The two of them each started lighting cigarettes from one end, igniting three and planting them into the ground in front of each gravestone.
After lighting nearly a row of ten gravestones, they sat down back to back.
Right, just sitting on the ground, nothing fancy about it.
"Old Jiang, you think, if the guys were still around, would our lives be completely different?"
Jiang Ye didn't deny the suggestion:
"Maybe."
At least, the two of them wouldn't have retired so prematurely.
A big group could have continued to live just like before, eating and sleeping together, going on missions, and so on.
That kind of life was really etched deep into their bones.
"We've taken our revenge!"
Hearing Lao Bai's words, Jiang Ye shuddered:
"Yeah, we got revenge; the last enemy from back then is dead!"
Both glanced back simultaneously, sharing the same thought:
Revenge is taken, our brothers can rest in peace now!
Six years, that guy lived carefree for six more years!
