Chapter 138

"Hmm-hmm-hmm~ hmm~ hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm~ hmm-hmm~"

In the soft and blurred singing, the elusive and slender figure swept through the city's neon and night, like a weightless ghost, leaping between high-rise buildings; every time she jumped, a breeze supported her body, as if she were soaring in the sky.

Just like that, she landed on the apartment.

Ignoring gravity, she walked down the wall, kicked open the half-closed window, and jumped into the room where the lights were still on.

"A-Ran, I'm back."

Responding to her was sword Qi so refined it was almost intangible!

A merciless barrage of a hundred swords, whistling over!

Streams of sword Qi gathered like a storm, filling the overly narrow living room, swallowing her completely. But soon, countless sword Qi, superior to sharp blades, dissipated completely in the scattering of a wisp of faint light.

An Ning stepped in and saw that familiar face...

Already filled with anger!

"Don't bully Brother Ji Jue!"

"Actually throwing a tantrum?"

An Ning was slightly stunned, then nodded in realization: "Hmm, two years no see, A-Ran has grown up too."

From the soft sigh, her figure suddenly lunged, appearing before An Ran without warning, effortlessly dismantling and crushing his long-prepared fierce attack.

Finally, she skillfully grabbed his wrist, twisted it, and pinned him to the sofa.

Just like the result of countless duels in the past.

Xiao An, defeated completely.

Finally, she lowered her head and asked curiously:

"Is this trying to steal a man from your sister?"

Xiao An was stunned, immediately shocked to the point of forgetting his anger, shaking his head vigorously: "I, Brother Ji Jue and I are not in that kind of relationship! Men and men can't possibly..."

But An Ning leaned in close, staring straight at him.

"It's possible, very possible!" she retorted decisively: "As long as it's true love, age, status, and position are not problems, and gender shouldn't be a problem either, right?"

"Brother Ji Jue and I are not in a relationship where we're getting married!"

"Oh ho?"

An Ning's smile became even more cheerful, "Since you're not planning to steal a man from your sister... then you'll definitely help me, right?"

She paused, her smile becoming even sweeter, and let go of his hand: "After all, if your sister marries him, wouldn't you and Brother Ji Jue be able to spend every day together?"

"I..."

Xiao An was momentarily speechless, instinctively not wanting Brother Ji Jue to have too much contact with his sister, nor did he approve of the two being together: "Brother Ji Jue won't like you!"

"Is that so? That's hard to say."

An Ning raised her slender fingers, twirling the stray hair by her ear, revealing her exquisite cheek, "After all, I'm very good-looking, even better-looking than you."

"It's useless!"

Xiao An held his head high and retorted decisively: "Brother Ji Jue never judges people by their appearance!"

"But I'm very talented, and very strong too, maybe ten or a hundred times stronger than you?"

An Ning rested her chin on her hand, still smiling: "Besides, if I work a little harder, kick the second uncle out, and after Grandpa and Dad pass away, maybe I'll be the head of the An family.

By then, with the An family as his backing, wouldn't he have whatever he wants?"

"So what?"

Xiao An glanced with disdain, his spirit becoming even firmer: "Brother Ji Jue never cares about power, nor will he compare others' worth based on strength or family background!"

"Is that so? Then it seems I have no advantage in his eyes."

Although she said that, An Ning didn't seem panicked at all, her smile becoming even more cunning, causing a bad premonition to arise in An Ran's heart as he heard her soft words:

"In that case, isn't my only advantage left 'being rich'?"

"Gulp..."

An Ran was dazed.

Stiffly, he swallowed his saliva.

Only on this point, he searched through the Sacred Records and couldn't refute it.

An Ning discovered the weakness, An Ning launched the attack.

And so, An Ning killed the game.

An Ran, defeated completely, unable to rise again.

"Hmm, it's decided! As long as I give him lots and lots of money, he'll definitely never forget me!"

An Ning pressed her advantage: "I remember he knows how to repair cars, right? Buying a car... hmm, too ordinary, I always feel like I can't leave a deep impression..."

Saying this, she took out her phone and dialed a number: "Hello? Dad, it's me, I have a man, give me money. I'm going to buy that sports car factory of Cosmic Weight and give it to him..."

It's over, it's over, it's all over!

An Ran was sweating profusely, his eyes unfocused.

As if he could already see Brother Ji Jue being bought by his sister with money, turning into a degenerate who only knew how to enjoy life and spend money every day, with no ideals left...

No, that won't do!

Must save Brother Ji Jue from his sister's clutches!

What to do? What to do! What to do?!

On this day before his sixteenth birthday, An Ran understood the meaning of hesitation and helplessness for the first time.

And the fortunate thing was... in the end, An Ning didn't buy the car factory.

Because Dad wasn't willing to pay.

It wasn't out of stinginess for this meager gift; it was just that in the eyes of a pure-love middle-aged man, without a formal confession and dating, it didn't count as being in love.

Long live pure love!

Xiao An made up his mind to work more, take more orders, and earn lots and lots of money for Brother Ji Jue in the future, so he could stick to his ideals and avoid his sister's sinful temptations!

Strive! Work hard! Become stronger!

Leaving my weakness here...

This strength is the very reason to protect Brother Ji Jue!

And outside the window, the long night dragged on.

The moonlight gradually hid behind the clouds.

Darkness was as constant as a nightmare.

Nightmares and hell were both in the blood.

At the end of the scarlet-flowing corridor of the inpatient building of Cici Hospital, a crisp sound came.

Ding—

The elevator door opened, revealing a tragic face with exposed white bone, staggering, moving the left leg, stepping out step by step.

Fresh blood dripped from the empty, tattered sleeve of the left hand.

"Is this life a bit too stimulating?"

Old Lin raised his left hand, which was condensed from black smoke and sparks, touched his face, forcibly reconnected his broken jaw, smoothed out the shattered skin, and pieced his original appearance back together.

In the reflection of the window, he examined his now ugly appearance.

And just behind the elevator door was a hell piled with corpses and scarlet, with no sound left.

"Pah."

He lowered his head and spat out scarlet blood.

Step by step, he walked through the corridor covered in corpses.

Finally, he pushed open the door to the ward.

Amidst the mess, a weary sigh came.

"You're late, Old Lin."

Right on the ground, between the overturned cart and the messy cables and IV tubes, Chen Xingzhou raised his head and asked hoarsely: "Did something happen?"

Right in his arms, the nurse struggled violently in the strangulation of his hands, spitting out scarlet blood bubbles. The convulsing palms scratched Chen Xingzhou's face wildly, leaving deep, bone-reaching claw marks.

Thus, he welcomed the end in such a disheveled state.

No more sound.

"Looks like the situation seems good, the surgery was very successful, the Tonic wasn't wasted on you."

The equally disheveled partner grinned and asked mockingly: "Going through the gates of death for nothing, why bother?"

"Since I started hanging out at seven and began working for the big boss at eleven, I've understood one principle—a real man, if he's going to die, he should die without a burial place, clean and neat; if he's going to win, he should win completely, majestic and imposing.

If you don't even dare to bet your own life, what kind of man are you?"

Chen Xingzhou loosened his hands with difficulty, ignoring the scarlet color flowing from his abdomen, coughing, gasping, and finally raising his head, "Got a cigarette?"

"Smoking at a time like this? Looking for death?"

Old Lin curled his lip, his remaining right hand fumbling in his pocket for a long time before throwing the cigarette case and lighter over.

A wisp of blue smoke rose from the flame.

White mist was slowly exhaled.

Chen Xingzhou lay comfortably in the pool of blood at the foot of the bed, ignoring the cramping of his internal organs and the shadow of death, as if he had no worries at all: "You look like you've aged many years; has the time since I died been that bad?"

"It could be called relaxed and happy, missing a troublesome boss, every day feels like retirement." Old Lin replied indifferently: "That kid Yubo, on the other hand, has had a rough time these past two days, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on much longer, right?"

Chen Xingzhou was silent for a moment, then said softly: "It's me who dragged him down."

"No, I think his only hope now is for you to kick the bucket quickly."

"Huh?"

Chen Xingzhou was dazed.

Old Lin shrugged: "He intends to listen to his friend's suggestion, donate that money to the Chongguang Society. Then start his life over again, all by himself."

"Haha, hahahahaha, cough cough cough cough..."

Amidst the coughing, Chen Xingzhou couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Doesn't this mean he's made a very good friend? Very good, very good, now I can rest easy even if I die."

"What are you talking about? Evildoers live for a thousand years; you still have a long life ahead of you."

"Doesn't sound like a compliment."

"Just listen to it as one; you're not a good person either."

Old Lin extended his only arm, pulled the half-dead Chen Xingzhou up from the ground, placed him in a wheelchair, and then took a vial from his pocket, aiming it at his neck for another injection: "Don't be happy too soon, the outcome hasn't been decided yet."

"No, I've already won..."

From the trance and dizziness, Chen Xingzhou grinned and whispered: "Fighting against heaven for life, I've succeeded. This round, the outcome is mine!"

"Yes, yes, you're right, you're right."

Old Lin nodded helplessly, watching his pale complexion gradually flush, and under the expensive medicine, he gradually sobered up and regained his reason.

Until the last trace of a smile disappeared from his face.

He returned to being calm once more.

He became the Chen Xingzhou he was familiar with again.

And in the blood outside the door, footsteps sounded, and one figure after another walked out from the darkness, standing in the corridor, waiting quietly.

Until Old Lin pushed open the door, and a wheelchair rolled over the pool of blood, driving out.

"Let's go, everyone."

Chen Xingzhou nodded calmly, greeting his long-lost subordinates, "Let's go see some old friends and give them some good news."

He said: "Tonight is too long, I'm afraid everyone won't be able to wait until dawn."

Outside the window, the last line of neon and light extinguished in the deep night.

In the infinite darkness, there was only blood and death.

This was the cruel finale.

They left behind the messy ward and corridor, and just like that, disappeared into the darkness.

Fifteen minutes later, Lei Yaoxing received the news that the teams of Jin Wujiu and Li Wending had been wiped out, and Chen Xingzhou was missing, his whereabouts unknown.

Two hours later, the doctor at Haizhou Guangyao Hospital personally signed the death certificate and delivered it to Lei Yaoxing outside the emergency room.

After lingering on for half a month, Lei Wuye finally breathed his last.

"One step slow, every step slow."

Lei Yaoxing stared at the certificate in his hand, raised his head, and looked at the increasingly thick night outside the window; at the end of an infinite darkness, the result awaiting him had already faintly appeared.

But unexpectedly, he was completely calm.

"Hold the funeral."

He said, "Some things should end; there must be a conclusion."

Four hours later, amidst sudden thunder, a torrential rain poured down.

When the sudden rain rushed away, a faint glimmer of dawn leaped out from the end of the sky, illuminating the blood that hadn't been washed away.

For everyone, the night that was so long it seemed endless came to an end.