"Shot dead by someone, it was Darcy's gang. I've looked into it; that gang is mainly active in South Asia, led by a guy called Old Turtle."
After a pause, Xiao Feng continued, "The gang that killed him, I left no one out. I dealt with them all."
"Sun Zhong guarded the treasure his entire life, yet he still died because of it," Sun Shijie said with difficulty, "Our Sun Family... failed him."
Xiao Feng didn't want to say more, but couldn't help himself: "Money itself isn't inherently evil. If you must say it, half of his death was due to the greed in those who coveted your ancestral wealth, and the other half was his loyalty to your Sun Family."
"Is there something wrong with loyalty?" Sun Shijie retorted.
Xiao Feng said earnestly, "There's nothing wrong with loyalty, but in this matter, his death can largely be attributed to his foolish loyalty."
Saying that, he recounted his experience on the mountain in detail.
Sun Shijie listened without speaking for a long time.
