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

Master Shan Liu lay motionless on the ground.

Ge Sanbao's mouth was agape, unable to close for a long time, his heart filled with turmoil and frustration.

He has just exposed all the filth he's done, and his life is now completely over.

Who knew the old man would turn into a corpse?

He cursed inwardly, wishing he had known what he had said earlier and had held out for a few more minutes!

Now look what's happened; they've admitted their guilt, but have wasted the rest of their lives for nothing.

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but curse.

The blond-haired man stood there, stunned, looking completely bewildered.

Lin Chang'an's brows were so furrowed they could trap a fly.

He just accepted the mission, and this guy died?

"Depend on!"

Lin Chang'an cursed as he rushed forward.

He crouched down, probed the breath of Master Shan Liu with his fingers, and then felt his carotid artery—few breaths in and many breaths out.

Although he's still alive, judging from his condition, he probably won't last much longer.

Lin Chang'an's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly understood why the extended mission was named "A Good End".

So this task isn't about taking care of the old man in his old age, it's about seeing him off in his final days!

The old man is still alive. Regardless of whether it's for the mission or not, we have to try to save him. We can't let him die here.

He looked up at Ge Sanbao and his son in the back seat of the van, unbuckled their belts, and then tightened them again to make sure they couldn't break free.

Then he turned around, picked up Master Shan, put him in the passenger seat, and secured the old man with a seatbelt.

He first drove to the entrance of the local police station, kicked Ge Sanbao and his son out of the car, and then headed straight for the city's central hospital.

Upon arriving at the hospital emergency room, Master Shan was taken to the resuscitation room.

Lin Chang'an leaned against the wall of the corridor, rubbing his throbbing temples. Just as he was about to catch his breath, his phone rang. It was Guo Xiaowu calling.

"Chang'an, where have you been? The construction site is a complete mess, where have you been?" Guo Xiaowu's loud voice came through the phone.

"He left long ago; what's the point of that lousy job?"

Lin Chang'an asked calmly, "Are you alright?"

"What could possibly happen to me?"

Guo Xiaowu said, "The police came just now, but Boss Shen of Jinhua Company has covered up the matter and even paid everyone's wages. I just got my money, and I'll take your share for you. Where are you? I'll come find you."

"No, I have something to do and can't get away," Lin Chang'an refused. "Just take the money, we'll talk about it later."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Chang'an found a chair and sat down, pondering the matter of Master Shan Liu.

If the old man really dies, then this task will have been for nothing, no, it's like he's been given a job to handle a funeral. He'll have to bury the old man.

About half an hour later, the door to the emergency room opened, and a doctor in a white coat came out, took off his mask, and looked around: "Who is Liu Shanben's family member?"

Lin Chang'an helplessly raised his hand: "Yes, I am. Doctor, how is he?"

The doctor pulled Lin Chang'an aside and said in a serious tone, "The patient's condition is not good. He has late-stage lung cancer, and the cancer cells have spread throughout his body."

Although he's been saved, he only has two or three months left. You need to be mentally prepared.

"Oh shit!"

Lin Chang'an couldn't help but curse out loud.

Seeing that he was emotional, the doctor patted him on the shoulder:

"Don't be too sad. The old man is old and has underlying health conditions. It's amazing that he's made it this far. He's awake now, so you can go in and see him."

Lin Chang'an nodded, took a deep breath, and walked into the ward.

Master Shan lay on the hospital bed, his face pale. Compared to his previous robust appearance, he was completely different, but his eyes were still clear.

He was somewhat surprised to see Lin Chang'an walk in. After a moment, he moved his lips and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where's Ge Sanbao?"

"They've taken him to the police station, and he's probably handcuffed by now," Lin Chang'an said, leaning against the window.

Thank you!

A look of relief appeared on Master Shan's face, and then he reached out and pulled out the IV needle from his hand.

Seeing Master Shan's actions, Lin Chang'an sighed inwardly: "You know your time is running out!"

Master Shan Liu didn't say anything, pulled out the needle, and struggled to get out of bed.

Lin Chang'an reached out to help him up and asked, "Where are you planning to go?"

Master Shan paused, a hint of confusion flashing in his cloudy eyes.

His wife and son are dead, and now he doesn't have much time left. He really doesn't know where to go.

It seems that it doesn't matter where you die; it doesn't really matter.

Looking at Master Shan Liu's bewildered expression, no one would have guessed that this unassuming, hunched-back old man was once the notorious gangster boss.

Master Shan Liu did not answer, and stood there stunned.

Lin Chang'an hesitated for a moment, then casually said, "It's fate that we've met. I haven't eaten anything since this morning, how about we grab something to eat together?"

Master Shan looked up at him with a surprised expression, and after a few seconds of silence, nodded: "Okay."

Lin Chang'an found a small restaurant and ordered a few home-style dishes and two bottles of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor).

As the dishes were served, Lin Chang'an poured a full glass of wine and pushed it towards the table: "Want some?"

Master Shan took a sip, coughed a few times, put down his wine cup, and asked curiously, "Why did you save me?"

"Just doing it on a whim."

Lin Chang'an took a sip of wine and spoke vaguely, "I've listened to Sixth Master's advice since I was a child, and it would be an honor to be able to help him."

A glint flashed in Master Shan's dazed eyes, and he lifted his eyelids, clearly disbelieving.

Lin Chang'an was too lazy to explain anymore, so he changed the subject and clinked glasses with Sixth Master Shan: "Sixth Master, what are your plans for the future?"

Master Shan coughed lightly and uttered only two words: "Wait to die."

That old man really doesn't hold back when he speaks!

Lin Chang'an paused, his hand holding the wine glass still, then chuckled dryly, "Sixth Master really has no taboos!"

After they finished speaking, there was a sudden silence between them.

Master Shan looked at Lin Chang'an, his eyes gradually turning cold: "Speak, whose man are you! Su Kun or Xi Tianliang?"

Seeing Master Shan's wary look, Lin Chang'an sighed and downed the wine in his cup in one gulp.

"Sixth Master, you're overthinking it. I don't belong to anyone."

Master Shan's gaze remained fixed, and he raised an eyebrow: "No one gets up early without a reason. I'm just a decrepit old man who's about to die; there's nothing for you to scheme against."

Lin Chang'an smiled; this old man was quite wary.

He refilled the other man's glass, saying, "You said it yourself, you're a dying man, what could I possibly want from you?"

Master Shan squinted, picked up his wine glass, then put it down, his eyes full of doubt. "Then you are...?"

Lin Chang'an turned his head, hesitated for a moment, and sighed.

I'm about to start lying!

"I am Liu Chang'an's friend."