Very soon, many Thousand Miles Conglomerate senior executives gathered up at Hell’s Angels.

Everyone had come in only to see the big boss, Jerry Jackson, weeping bitterly at the coffin. He looked as though he wanted to chase after Lord Lex in his death. What should they do?

Giving each other a look, these people kneeled too.

Regardless of whether the tears were real or not, some pretense still had to be put up.

As for these people, none came with any assistant, secretary, or bodyguard. When