Outside Beijing's southern suburbs, at an unnamed cemetery, Lin knelt before a nameless tombstone. With an emotionless expression, he set the yellow paper in his hand alight and placed it in the brazier.,At this moment, Zheng was supporting the elderly man as they scrambled forward in a panic. His autumnal eyes were filled with fear.,From their stance, they were clearly not ordinary thugs; it was very likely a group of international mercenaries.。