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

Lin Chang'an's eyebrows twitched.

He checked on Master Shan's injuries.

The rest of the body was fine, but the skin on my wrist was turned outwards, and the blood under my arm was probably coming from there.

However, the blood has now mostly clotted.

This job is absolutely ridiculous.

Although the mission details stated that Master Shan had come to his senses, his son and woman had both died from drug addiction.

He wanted to kill the drug dealers to avenge his son, which is actually only human nature.

If this happened to me, I would have gone insane by now.

The mission was to have him see the old man off at his deathbed, so that he could suppress Master Shan Liu's anger and prevent him from repeating the same mistakes and going down the wrong path.

It seems I was being naive back then.

However, this anger is not so easily resolved.

Lin Chang'an was helpless.

He originally thought it was some kind of good task, just helping to bury an old man who had died.

Now you've pulled this stunt on yourself.

Judging from the old man's condition, I wonder how much longer he can hold on.

It doesn't matter if the old man dies; at worst, I'll just lose a day of my lifespan.

The key issue is that now that the old man is dead, my mission has failed.

Lin Chang'an was in a real bind.

The commotion here means someone must have reported it to the police, and they're probably on their way.

He frowned, knowing he needed to figure out how to get the old man away first.

Just to be on the safe side, to prevent the old man from bleeding too much and dying immediately.

He tore off several strips of the barber's cape, intending to tie them around Master Shan's arms.

Just then, Master Shan suddenly opened his eyes, and the hand that was pressing down on him suddenly thrust out a knife.

Lin Chang'an abruptly withdrew his hand; the old man had woken up.

"Hey Uncle Shan, what's this? I saved you, and now you're trying to stab me!"

Lin Chang'an looked at the old man whose face was covered in blood but whose eyes were full of vigilance.

The old man looked somewhat surprised, but the knife remained pointed at Lin Chang'an, and he did not let go.

"Holy shit!"

Lin Chang'an suddenly remembered that he had changed his face, and the old man didn't recognize him.

Master Shan frowned. The stranger in front of him sounded somewhat familiar.

Suddenly his phone vibrated inside his clothes.

Lin Chang'an shook his phone and smiled.

"I am... Lin Chang'an!"

Master Shan's gaze froze; the voice on the other end was indeed that of the child who shared the same name as his son.

But this face?!

"Your face?"

"Human skin mask".

Lin Chang'an pointed to his face and casually explained, "I know you have doubts, but now is not the time to talk about these things. We need to get out of here quickly."

Master Shan looked at Lin Chang'an, still filled with doubts.

"Go through the back door."

Lin Chang'an tied a bandage around Shan Liuye's arm to stop the bleeding, then helped the old man up and walked him outside.

Master Shan shook his head and slumped into his chair.

"I'm not leaving, I can't leave anymore."

Lin Chang'an could tell that the old man was not in good condition; his eyes were glazed over, and he was on the verge of death.

If the old man dies with resentment in his heart, then my mission will have failed.

On a sudden impulse, he decided to give it a shot and said, "Don't be surprised by what I'm about to say, and don't ask why."

All you need to tell me is whether you still want to…

Master Shan Liu raised his eyelids with a sullen expression and glanced at 'Lin Chang'an'.

"...Kill the drug dealer to avenge Liu Chang'an!"

Upon hearing this, although Master Shan was puzzled, a glimmer of light appeared in his dull eyes.

He didn't speak, but Lin Chang'an could already see the answer in his eyes.

"Okay, then I'll help you..."

…………

Wang Qingpeng gripped the steering wheel, feeling like he'd had the worst day ever.

The anti-drug police in Haicheng have had enough of a headache these past two days.

And then this inexplicable thing happened today.

He touched his cheek; the spot where the bullet had grazed still stung.

He rubbed his eyelids, wondering why they had been twitching nonstop since earlier.

"What a fucking bad luck," Wang Qingpeng spat.

Just then, a rickety bread truck suddenly darted out from behind his car, darted in front like a dog, and then swerved to cut him off.

The two cars almost collided.

He applied the foot brake, his temper flared up instantly, and he honked the horn and started cursing.

Then turn the steering wheel to avoid the bread and continue driving forward.

But a short while later, the bread truck caught up again and swerved hard at him once more.

This road isn't narrow, and there aren't many cars on it. This is clearly a deliberate attempt to cause trouble!

Wang Qingpeng got angry and swerved the steering wheel to turn back.

The bread, which he had shoved aside, suddenly sped up and rushed in front of him like a mad dog that had been provoked.

With a creak, it blocked the middle of the road, but didn't stop him.

Wang Qingpeng was furious; he was having a really bad day. He pushed open the car door and rushed out, his face full of rage.

But as soon as he stood still, a man got off the bread truck opposite him and, without saying a word, kicked him in the stomach.

The kick was swift and vicious; Wang Qingpeng had no time to react and instantly groaned in pain, clutching his stomach and curling up on the ground.

Before he could recover, the man delivered another heavy chop to his neck, and everything went black as he instantly lost consciousness.

The man smiled, pulled out a rope from his back, and quickly tied Wang Qingpeng up tightly.

They opened the side door of the bread shop, threw the person inside, closed the door, and drove away from the scene.

…………

A ladle of cold water was poured over Wang Qingpeng's head, and he shivered, snapping him back to reality.

He twisted his body, his neck throbbing with pain, and realized that his hands and feet were tied up.

"Holy crap, what the hell is going on?"

Wang Qingpeng panicked and realized he was in a bread truck.

The car's tailgate opened, revealing a barren field outside, where a strange man was smiling at him.

"What do you want to do!"

Wang Qingpeng remembered that this was the man who had cut his car off.

What the hell is going on today!

The man shook his finger, lit a cigarette, and stepped aside.

Behind him stood an old man who was staggering.

The old man was hunched over, covered in dirt, and his face was covered in blood.

Wang Qingpeng's eyes widened instantly, and the hairs on his body stood on end!

That's the damn old man who tried to kill him in his shop today!

Master Shan's face was as pale as paper, his lips were bloodless, and he was so weak that he looked as if a gust of wind could blow him over, but his eyes were exceptionally bright.

"We have no grudge against each other, what exactly do you want?!"

Wang Qingpeng roared, trying to appear calm, but inside he was panicking terribly.

Master Shan's voice was hoarse, and he had to exert a great deal of effort to say each word.

"We have no grudge... If anyone's to blame, blame your fucking drug dealing!"

He slowly raised his hand, gripping a knife tightly in his hand, the blade still stained with some blood.

He moved step by step toward Wang Qingpeng, stumbling with each step.

Wang Qingpeng was so frightened that he struggled repeatedly to break free of the rope, but to no avail.

"You're crazy! What business is it of yours that I deal drugs! Don't come any closer!"

Master Shan Liu didn't speak, as if he wanted to use all his remaining strength to hold the knife.

He gripped the knife tightly and stabbed it fiercely at Wang Qingpeng.

Wang Qingpeng let out a piercing scream, his clothes instantly soaked with cold sweat.

One cut, two cuts, three cuts...

Master Shan's movements were slow and his strength was not great, but it was more like a dull knife pulling meat.

Seeing Wang Qingpeng shouting excitedly, Lin Chang'an took a wad of cloth, stuffed it into his mouth, and then leaned against the car, smoking a cigarette.

He was well aware of Sixth Master's anger.

He was forced into a corner and could only try to get Master Shan to vent his pent-up anger in order to see if he could salvage the mission.

Looking at the wailing Wang Qingpeng, he never imagined that he had once asked this guy to cut his hair.

I never expected him to be a drug dealer.

Moreover, judging from what Master Shan said, he's not just a small-time drug dealer; he seems to be similar to Ming.

He sighed.