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.,Even if he tried his best, what use would it be These thugs still have guns at their hips. Not drawing them already shows remarkable restraint.,But at the moment of nearness, a silver needle flew out and accurately pierced the man's neck.。