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

"Lin Chang'an, I know you're worried about being targeted by the police."

Pan Hong struggled and shouted, "But we've handled this deal with the gold shop cleanly. As long as we throw away the car and burn the gold, no one will know, and the police won't be able to trace it back to us."

Da Long chimed in, "Exactly! Back when we robbed construction site payments, nothing happened to us, right? This time it's even smoother; the police couldn't find a single clue! What are you worried about?"

Lin Chang'an lit a cigarette, and smoke slowly billowed from his nostrils.

He didn't speak, his fingers unconsciously stroking the gun barrel, while memories of his past life surged through his mind.

Pan Hong and Da Long were right; the gold shop they chose was in a remote location, and surveillance was not yet fully in place at this time.

He had prepared gloves and masks for the three of them in advance, and the escape route was planned in a mess. The police investigated for several months but still couldn't find a clue.

But the real danger is never the police.

Lin Chang'an's gaze suddenly fell on Da Long's face, his eyes as cold as ice.

He remembered it clearly: a year had passed in his past life, and it was this idiot who, after drinking too much, was showing off in front of his woman.

He claimed he robbed a jewelry store and had more money than he could ever spend, and even gave the woman a gold necklace he had stolen.

That woman was greedy and gossipy; she turned around and started bragging to her mahjong partners.

One of the card players happened to have a relative who was a policeman. After a report was filed, the police followed the trail and found out more.

Not only did they uncover the jewelry store robbery, but they also discovered several other cases they committed afterward.

By then, he had already become increasingly entangled with the two men, his hands stained with more blood, and it was too late to turn back.

Seeing Lin Chang'an hesitate, Pan Hong continued, "Chang'an, we're brothers! How about this, I'll give you 60% of the gold, no, 70%!"

"We'll find a chance to pull off a few big heists later, and I guarantee you'll live a life of luxury!"

"Eating and drinking the finest food?"

Lin Chang'an chuckled and glanced at Da Long, making Da Long feel uneasy and instinctively shrink back.

"What are you laughing at?" Da Long forced a defiant tone. "Pan Hong is telling the truth! As long as we keep our mouths shut, this money will be enough for us to live happily for years!"

Lin Chang'an didn't reply, but slowly raised his gun, pointing the muzzle at Da Long's forehead.

Only the dead can keep their mouths shut.

Da Long's face fell instantly, and the air in the car froze once again.

Pan Hong's face also turned pale, and Lin Chang'an's condition was very strange. Neither of them dared to gamble that Lin Chang'an would not kill them.

"You can take all the gold if you let us go."

Pan Hong spat out his cigarette butt with a stern face: "We promise not to say anything and we won't cause you any trouble in the future."

Lin Chang'an laughed, then suddenly bent down and grabbed Pan Hong's hair, slamming his head hard against the car roof with a dull thud.

Pan Hong screamed in agony, his vision went black, and he almost fainted.

"You think I'd believe your nonsense?"

He released his grip, and Pan Hong slumped into the seat like a lump of mud, blood streaming down his nose.

Lin Chang'an's finger rested on the trigger, his eyes showing no hesitation: "Confess? Or die now."

Pan Hong and Da Long exchanged a glance, looking at the dark muzzle of the gun, then at Lin Chang'an's expressionless eyes.

They could tell that the other party intended to kill them.

"Alright, it seems you're all pretty manly, so I'll help you choose..."

Seeing that the two were not speaking, Lin Chang'an smiled and flicked the ash off his clothes.

The rain outside intensified, accompanied by thunder, and Lin Chang'an pulled the trigger again.

"I surrender!" Da Long cried out in terror.

But it was too late; Lin Chang'an had already pulled the trigger.

"Boom!"

The bullet grazed Da Long's ear, causing blood to flow freely.

The dragon was so frightened that it screamed and cried, tears streaming down its face.

Lin Chang'an said unhappily, "Why are you hiding?"

Da Long was terrified, trembling as he begged for mercy, "Brother Chang'an, I was wrong! I'll go with you to turn myself in, I'll never mention a word about you!"

Pan Hong came to his senses, looking at the dark muzzle of the gun aimed at him, and then at Lin Chang'an's nonchalant face.

He realized that Lin Chang'an was a madman at this moment! A madman who would kill without blinking an eye!

He knew he had no choice.

Although turning yourself in will lead to imprisonment, at least you can save your life.

Moreover, judging from Lin Chang'an's current desperate state, it's not just empty talk that he said he would kill their whole family.

He dared not gamble.

He feared that he would lose his own life, and that his wife, children, and elderly parents would also be killed by this madman.

Seeing Lin Chang'an's hand on the trigger, he quickly shouted.

"I'll turn myself in too! But you have to promise not to hurt our families."

Lin Chang'an raised an eyebrow and slowly lowered the muzzle of the gun.

He then took out cigarettes from his pocket and put them in the mouths of the two men.

"That's right, we're all brothers, what can't we discuss?"

Pan Hong and Da Long looked at each other, both covered in injuries, and their minds were filled with a torrent of angry thoughts.

Is this how you negotiate?

Lin Chang'an was satisfied with their reactions, gave them a coordinated statement, and then restarted the car.

The bread truck sped through the rain, its wheels splashing water as they churned up puddles.

Pan Hong and Da Long smoked their last cigarettes, staring at the raindrops on the glass in utter silence.

They felt it was a mistake, a huge mistake, not to check the Chinese calendar before going out today.

The car was deathly silent, except for the occasional, incoherent tune hummed by Lin Chang'an.

He glanced at the backpack in the passenger seat; the zipper wasn't fully closed, and gold bracelets and necklaces peeked out from the gap, dazzling his eyes.

He had the urge to kill the two men and take the gold for himself more than once.

He was a ruthless bandit; killing was easy for him.

After all, he had taken more than ten or eight lives in his past life, so what are these two more?

Moreover, he could guarantee that he had done it flawlessly, including the two bodies. He had at least four ways to completely destroy the evidence and leave no trace.

Then he took the gold, found a small town where nobody knew him, bought Fang Qingzhu a house with a yard, opened a small shop, and they lived a peaceful life thereafter.

But if he really kills them, then what difference is there between him and his previous life?

It's just a different path, a continuation of the march towards destruction.

That's not what he wants.

He was able to stand upright and honorably in front of Fang Qingzhu.

It would give her a stable home.

It means being able to watch your child grow up without fear or having to hide.

As the van drew closer to the Municipal Public Security Bureau, the gray-white building gradually became clearer in the rain and mist.

Lin Chang'an took a deep breath, took out his phone, and dialed Fang Qingzhu's number.

The moment the call connected, his voice softened considerably: "Qingzhu, I'm sorry, I'm a little busy today. I'll come find you after I've finished taking care of it."

Fang Qingzhu sensed something strange in Lin Chang'an's tone: "Are you with your cronies again, Lin Chang'an? You..."

Lin Chang'an interrupted her: "Don't worry, I won't let you down this time."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Chang'an slowly parked the car in front of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

He grabbed Pan Hong and Da Long by the collar and dragged them off the car like dead dogs amidst their wails.

Standing in the rain, Lin Chang'an looked up at the sky, where a faint ray of light appeared on the horizon.

The sky will clear up soon!