Next morning.
Today is the funeral of Mr. Hatoyama Norio, and all those attending are powerful figures from Japan, ranging from cabinet ministers to the heads of financial conglomerates, and core party members.
Black luxury cars lined up for two full streets outside the funeral venue, and the police department even dispatched personnel to maintain order.
Hatoyama Kiichi was dressed in a crisp black suit, a white flower pinned to his chest, and with each guest he greeted, he would slightly bow, his eyes reddened, saying, "Thank you, Your Excellency, for coming despite your busy schedule," with such a facade of suppressed grief that anyone unaware would think he was a filial son.
Qi Yun stood in the shadowy corner of the venue, wearing an inconspicuous black trench coat, and Brother Quan followed behind him, scanning the crowd with cautious eyes.
