Chapter 370: Ares PMC Defense Company?!

May 15th.

Yucatan Peninsula, Cancun City!

The fog was heavy.

It was a simple day, but likewise, today was not that simple.

The funeral of "Grandmaster" Abrego was to be held today.

The drug traffickers of the South flaunted their sense of justice and heavily promoted his great achievements, like building bridges and roads for the locals and distributing cash to the poor, making him out to be a positive figure.

Engaged in long-term struggle with the Northern Warlords.

In the end... bravely sacrificed under Victor's despicable schemes.

They even demanded that several Southern states fly their flags at half-mast in the coming days and hold mourning ceremonies in the squares.

The Cardinal, holding the Bible, prayed in front of the coffin.

All the big shots came, and Abrego's mistresses were crying like raindrops on pear blossoms.

Screwed, big time.

No more moneybags.

How to maintain the high-intensity consumption from now?