What? You're a notorious bandit? What a coincidence, me too!

The two of them ran quickly to the bread cart, opened the back door, and climbed in.

"Chang'an, what are you daydreaming about! Drive!" one of the men yelled at Lin Chang'an in a gruff voice.

Lin Chang'an was stunned. The man's voice sounded both familiar and unfamiliar.

He turned his head and, using the dim light from outside the car, carefully examined the two of them.

The man on the left is tall with broad shoulders and a muscular build; he doesn't look like someone to mess with. He's the one who's speaking.

The person on the right is of medium build and slightly overweight. The mask cannot cover his entire face, and perhaps due to nervousness, the flesh on his face is trembling slightly.

"Pan Hong? Da Long?" he called out tentatively.

These two were his "brothers" from his time in the underworld when he was young.

These two men were the ones who took him along to commit his first robbery.

At that time, he had just gotten engaged and didn't have much money. He was also very concerned about his image and couldn't resist their encouragement, so he unwittingly embarked on that path of no return.

But weren't they arrested by the police already? How did they end up here?

Lin Chang'an's gaze fell on the jewelry store outside the window, then he looked at his own clothes: a faded blue work uniform, the mask on his face, and the dilapidated bread cart...

An absurd yet clear thought popped into his mind;

Did he time travel? Or rather, was he reborn?

"Are you fucking stupid? Didn't you hear me telling you to drive?"

Seeing that Lin Chang'an was still sitting there, Pan Hong impatiently slapped him on the back of the head, his tone fierce: "If you don't leave, are you waiting to be shot?"

As he spoke, Pan Hong pulled a pistol from his pocket and pointed it at Lin Chang'an's head.

The cold muzzle of the gun pressed against his scalp sent a chill down Lin Chang'an's spine.

Lin Chang'an's expression changed instantly.

He suddenly raised his hand, his movement as fast as lightning, and grabbed Pan Hong's wrist, which was holding the gun, and twisted it forcefully.

"what!"

Pan Hong screamed in pain as his wrist was twisted and the gun in his hand fell to the seat with a thud.

Lin Chang'an reacted quickly, picking up the gun, cocking it, and pointing the muzzle directly at Pan Hong's forehead.

Pan Hong was stunned; the ferocity on his face instantly turned into astonishment.

The Lin Chang'an he knew was timid and cowardly. He would never dare to talk back, let alone resist him. Why did he suddenly become so aggressive today?

"Lin Chang'an, are you fucking insane?"

Pan Hong realized what was happening and started cursing, "What do you think you're doing? Put the gun down right now!"

Da Long, who was standing nearby, was also startled and quickly tried to smooth things over: "Chang'an, don't be impulsive, let's talk this out! Now is not the time to cause trouble, the police will be here soon, let's go!"

Lin Chang'an gave them a cold glance, the chill in his eyes sending shivers down their spines.

He didn't speak, but slowly moved the muzzle of the gun downwards.

Pan Hong and Da Long both breathed a sigh of relief. The next second, a gunshot rang out, breaking the silence in the car.

The bullet struck Pan Hong precisely in the thigh, and blood gushed out instantly, soaking his trousers.

"ah!……"

Pan Hong let out a piercing scream, trembling with pain, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. "Lin Chang'an, you fucking dared to shoot!"

"Are you crazy?" Da Long panicked, pointing at Lin Chang'an, his voice trembling. "What are you trying to do? We're brothers!"

Lin Chang'an remained expressionless, his hand gripping the gun as steady as a mountain. He looked at Pan Hong's pained expression, but felt no emotion whatsoever.

In his past life, he was foolish and followed Pan Hong and Da Long down a path of no return, ultimately ending up with his wife and children separated from him, and his body lying on the spot.

He has died once in this life, seen through everything, and will never let others manipulate him again!

"You dare point a gun at me? I'll shoot you dead."

Lin Chang'an's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he chambered another bullet.

After all, he was wanted nationwide in his previous life and committed countless crimes. Lin Chang'an was already a ruthless and vicious criminal who killed without blinking an eye. He didn't care about these two little Karamis in front of him at all.

Despite the excruciating pain, Pan Hong gritted his teeth and said, "If you're not satisfied with the split, I'll give you a bigger share. Now drive away quickly, or if the police come, we're all finished!"

Lin Chang'an didn't say anything, put away the gun, and casually placed it next to the driver's seat.

He started the car, and the van rumbled loudly, like an old ox.

"Hurry up!" Da Long hurriedly reminded him, his eyes fixed on the window, afraid of seeing the police car.

The bread truck was driving in the rain.

"Where are you going?"

Pan Hong sensed something was wrong and, ignoring the pain, asked, "Didn't we agree to run out of the city?"

Lin Chang'an remained silent, slamming on the gas pedal, and the van sped through the rain. The wheels splashed through the puddles, sending sprays of water flying everywhere.

The atmosphere in the car became unusually oppressive. Da Long and Pan Hong exchanged a glance, both seeing doubt and unease in each other's eyes.

This Lin Chang'an is acting very strangely today. Not only did he dare to resist, but he also dared to fire a gun. Now he has even changed his escape route. What exactly is he trying to do?

Just then, Lin Chang'an's phone suddenly vibrated, breaking the silence in the car.

As he drove, he took out his phone from his pocket with one hand.

It was an old Nokia, the casing was worn and the screen was small.

The screen displayed the name of the caller—Fang Qingzhu.

Upon seeing these three words, Lin Chang'an felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart tightly, causing him to suffocate instantly.

Fang Qingzhu!

She is his wife, no, she is still his fiancée!

Lin Chang'an's fingers trembled slightly. He took a deep breath and pressed the answer button.

On the other end of the phone came Fang Qingzhu's gentle yet weary voice, accompanied by the sound of rain in the background: "Chang'an, where are you? We were supposed to go pick out a wedding dress today, are you going to stand me up again?"

The familiar voice was like a needle, piercing the softest spot in Lin Chang'an's heart.

His eyes instantly reddened, and his throat felt like it was blocked by something, making it impossible for him to speak.

The regrets, guilt, and longing from the past life surged forth at this moment.

He desperately wanted to tell Fang Qingzhu that he was wrong, that he shouldn't have gone down the path of crime, shouldn't have hurt her, and shouldn't have let her suffer alone with the child.

"Feed? Are you listening?" Fang Qingzhu asked again when he didn't speak, her tone a little angry.

"Wait for me." Lin Chang'an finally spoke, his voice hoarse and tinged with a barely perceptible sob.

Just these two words, simple yet resolute.

He cannot allow the tragedy to repeat itself; he must change everything.

He wanted to have a serious talk with Fang Qingzhu, apologize to her, turn back, be a good person, and take good care of her and the child.

While Lin Chang'an was on the phone, Pan Hong and Da Long exchanged a glance, both seeing wariness in each other's eyes.

Lin Chang'an must have run into some trouble. Is this kid planning to double-cross him?

Despite the pain in his leg, Pan Hong gestured to Da Long with his eyes.

Hurry up and take the gun away, subdue him!