章節 442: Wifey Fans?

"Attention!"

"Hats down!"

"Salute!"

The police officers lined up neatly in their uniforms. They removed their police hats and showed their salute.

Tu Liang's corpse was lying inside a coffin placed at the center of the parlor. He looked peaceful, dressed up in his police uniform. The bright-colored flags, coupled with the yellow and white chrysanthemums were like the stairs: solemn and serious. These flowers surrounded him as he laid there, and it seemed as though he was sleeping.

In a low, soft melody, an elderly leader who presided over the ceremony made his mournful speech.