Salute To The General
Chapter 1088 Who Instructed You To Do So

Chapter 1088 Who Instructed You To Do So

A man replied indifferently, "We're just carrying out our duty!”

Sean reproached, "Carrying out your duty? On whose order? Whoever instructed you to do so, askhim to come forward now!"

At that moment, a series of honking, buzzing, and grinding car noises could be heard coming fromoutside of the premises.

Luxury cars such as Bentley, Rolls-Royce, Lincoln Town Cars, Maybacha and so on could be seenarriving one after another at the entrance of the Smith family home.

Some middle-aged men and women well-dressed in black suits began alighting from the vehicles.

Someone amongst the banquet guests started commenting, "Oh my gosh! Isn't that the richest manin the South, Mr. Gabriel Lambert?”

"Oh wow, Jose Yaleman is also there!" "Kevin Lockhart from Watson Holdings

Corporation is here too!"

The Smiths were flabbergasted. What on earth is happening?!

All those who had come were either business tycoons with a net worth of more than 100 billion orthe Vieux riches. These people were the most influential rich and famous from the South to theEast.

The sudden appearance of all these moguls at the Smiths' scared the daylight out of Sean. Hecould not seem to figure out the connection between their presence and the coffin at his home.

Nevertheless, he pulled himself together and led his family to welcome the unexpected guests. "Mr.Lambert, to what do we owe the pleasure?"

Gabriel said without any emotion, "We're here to attend a funeral!"

With a ghastly expression, Sean cast a look at the group in the funeral garb as well as theunwanted coffin. He then said in an aggrieved manner, "There must have been a mistake, Mr.Lambert. We're not holding a funeral here. You..."

Gabriel interrupted rudely, "Stop right there! Even if someone from the Smith family dies, you do notdeserve all of our presence. We are not here for your family funeral."

Sean's eyes widened, and his face immediately turned red. Every member of the family wasoffended too. Gabriel Lambert is too much!

Then again, the Smiths were very much aware that these high-profile people present had verypowerful backgrounds. The Smiths couldn't afford to pick a fight with them.

With forbearance, Sean asked seriously, "Since you are not here for the Smiths, whose funeral areyou here for?"

Just then, a huge crowd of international individuals swarmed into the hall. They were all big sizedCaucasians.

"They are here for my son, William's

funeral!"

Cicero Trumbo was a middle-aged man who was dressed in elegant noble costume. He walkedtowards them gracefully. A troop of subordinates followed behind him.

Nathan's eyes flashed with a dangerous glint. He finally pieced what was going on when he sawCicero.

Still stunned, Sean asked weakly, "May I know who you are? Why is your son's funeral being held inour home?"

Gabriel rebuked, "This is the King of Eagleland, Mr. Cicero Trumbo! Mr. Trumbo is our respectableinternational alliance, with whom we have developed a very close relationship over the years. Hisson, William, died because of Nathan Cross! We want to hold the funeral at your place because allof you should pay the price of his death!"

Cicero locked his arms behind his back, squinted his eyes as he looked across the room at theSmiths. With a cold tone, he commanded, "Regardless of gender and age, I want all of the Smithsto be buried alive along with my son!”

What? 80 members from the Smith family are to be buried alive?! The

realization struck everybody hard and they winced in aghast.

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