At the same time, at a cemetery on the outskirts of Eastcliff.

Porter, who was wearing a black suit and a pair of black sunglasses, was holding a bunch of white chrysanthemums in his hand as he walked up to a cemetery where a couple was buried together.

A dozen young men who were also wearing black clothes were following behind him. There were people of all races amongst these men, all of whom looked extraordinary.

Amongst them, the White-Clothed Tiger King, Hunter Lang, who was usually very fond of white clothes, was also dressed in black clothing from head to toe.

Porter slowly stood in front of the tombstones, and two streams of tears flowed from behind his sunglasses as he stared at the words and photos on the tombstones.

He was stunned for a moment before he knelt on the ground with a thud. After that, he took off his sunglasses, and he choked up as he said with flushed red eyes, “Dad… Mom… Your son is here to see you! Forgive me for being unfilial… I hope that your spirits