A ck-colored dog was chained to the tree stump.


    The sun had not fully risen yet, and the security guard seemingly in his eighties was fast asleep.


    The ck-colored dog was also curled up in its bed, its ears flicking as it slept.


    Seemingly having heard a sound, the dog’s ears perked as it sat up, a warning glint in its eyes.


    “Woof! Woof! Woof…”


    The dog stood and barked incessantly toward the darkness.


    The guard jolted awake and rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he grabbed the shlight from his table


    and walked out of the guardhouse.


    Soon, Nash and Finn arrived at the guardhouse.


    The words on the mausoleum’s gates had worn off, turning “Young Gardens” into “You Gardens”.


    Parts of the wall had fallen in on itself, and the ce was overgrown with weeds.


    “Who… who are you?”


    The guard nced at the two men fearfully.


    He had seen the bup sacks they were holding, which were soaked red in blood.


    “I’m here to pay respects to my family!”


    Nash spoke in a low voice.


    “Pay respects to your family?”


    “Who the hell does that in the middle of the night?”


    The guard was a vignt man. “Hurry up and leave, or I’ll let the dog out!”


    He walked over to the stump that the dog was chained to after that.


    Nash and Finn exchanged looks.


    Then, the two brushed past the guard and jumped over the 10-foot tall gate.


    When the guard turned around with the dog’s leash in his hand, the two were long gone.


    “Hah… got scared, didn’t you!”


    “I could tell from a nce that you were bad news!”


    The guard gleefully chained the dog back to the tree stump.


    After that, he returned to the guardhouse to resume sleeping.


    Inside the mausoleum.


    Over three hundred tombstones filled the area.


    Nash stared dazedly at the tombstones, a stabbing pain piercing his heart.


    The Young family had had such a glorious past.


    Now, they were reduced to piles of earth.


    In the middle of the mausoleum…


    Tombstones of various sizes were arranged in a row.


    Nash stopped in front of thergest tombstone.


    The words “Here Lies Christopher Young, Young Family Patriarch” were etched into the stone.


    A total of twenty-four tombstones that were slightly smaller than Christopher’s were ced on either


    side. These belonged to Young family members that were part of Christopher’s generation, and


    to his wife.


    Sixteen tombstones belonging to family members born in the generation after thaty in a row.


    Nash soon found the tombstone with the name “Wolfgang Young” etched into it. That one belonged to


    his father.


    Next to his father’s tombstone was one that read “Here Lies Ruby Xing”.


    Nash finally knew what his mother’s name was.


    Finn retrieved the candles he had prepared in advance.


    Then, all seven juggernauts’ heads were ced before Christopher’s grave.


    Finn finally understood why Nash was so eager to destroy the Green Bamboo Association.


    The people whoy in the mausoleum must be Nash’s family members, and their deaths were rted


    to the Green Bamboo Association.


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    Nash knelt before his grandfather’s tomb and touched his head to thend in front of it thrice before


    saying, “Grandpa… I have brought you the heads of seven of the Green Bamboo Association’s


    juggernauts!


    “The Ten Juggernauts are dead now, and there will be no escape for those who were involved in the


    destruction of the Young family!”


    Nash knelt before each of the tombstones that shared a row with his grandfather and paid his


    respects.


    Then, he paid his respects to his parents.


    They had not purchased enough candles; most were ced before his grandparent’s and parents’


    graves.


    The seven juggernauts’ skulls turned to ashes.


    Nearly two hourster, the sky began to brighten.


    Nash and Finn left the mausoleum.


    The security guards happened to be changing shifts when they did so.


    The guard on the day shift had brought along a rusty barrow filled with candles.


    “Gosh… I nearly forgot that it’s their death anniversary today!”


    “Hurry up and help me. It’ll take forever for me to do this myself!”


    When the guard on the day shift saw the duo leaving the mausoleum, he whispered, “Who are they?


    Did they arrive this early to pay their respects?”


    The night shift guard was baffled, and the look on his face turned into one of shock when he whirled


    around and realized it was the two men from the previous night. “When did these two rascals get in


    there?”


    Nash approached them, and upon seeing the candles, asked politely, “Sirs, did you buy these?”