The Last Mr. Dongguo

"Team One, detour via Huangze Road. The vehicle there has already been intercepted by the main force. Enter Huangze Road and quickly circle around to the front of the suspect vehicle. Team Two, stay in the right lane and stop this guy at all costs!" Bai Xin placed his phone next to the steering wheel and issued the order via video transmission.

"Third team, are you blind? Did you just graduate from driving school? Get your act together, pay attention, can't you even press the accelerator? If we lose track of the suspect today, you'll all be stripped naked and fired tomorrow! Don't think I, as the deputy branch captain, don't have that authority."

Bai Xin gave the order, and no one dared to offer a discount. Everyone knew Bai Xin's temper, and everyone gave it their all. Bai Xin also kept the accelerator pressed down, and the engine made a "humming" noise.

A short distance away, the Passat suddenly slowed down as it approached the intersection, making an abrupt turn and stopping in the middle of the road. The suspect quickly opened the door, crossed the green belt, and ran towards the power tower. Because he hadn't reached the intersection yet, and the incident happened so suddenly, the first and second groups of vehicles hadn't arrived in time, giving the suspect a window of opportunity.

Bai Xin and his team quickly arrived, only to find the Passat blocking the road. They abandoned their car and gave chase. Their opponent was agile, clearly specially trained, and with the cover of night, even Bai Xin, a sprint champion and team leader, couldn't close the gap. The others were even further behind, the distance between them widening rapidly. In the blink of an eye, the suspect reached the Wenyang power tower. He glanced contemptuously at Bai Xin, who was hot on his heels, gave a strange smile, and quickly began climbing to the top. Bai Xin reached the base, looked up at the towering structure, clenched his fists to calm himself, and then followed suit.

Human memory is both the strongest and the most vulnerable aspect of a person. Faced with tragic experiences, some people bravely accept them, while others choose to forget. Those who choose to accept will gradually learn to heal their wounds, while those who choose to forget will forever seal away this painful experience.

However, when external stimuli reopen those long-buried memories, the accumulated power erupts as fiercely as a volcanic eruption.

Zhang Tingyu slumped to the ground, his eyes vacant, staring blankly at the sleeping Liu Ting. This was perhaps his most lucid moment. He had thought he could forget forever, but the memories still uncontrollably surfaced in his mind. Fragments of the memory kept replaying in his head, and together with Feng Xin's narration, they gradually wove together into a complete recollection.

The tea in front of Feng Xin had long since gone cold, but Liu Ting showed no intention of refilling it. The two sat facing each other in an extremely awkward atmosphere.

Liu Ting looked up at the clock; two hours had passed since Feng Xin entered the room.

"Liu Ting, are you really this heartless?" Feng Xin pleaded. "For so many years, I haven't said anything, just this once."

"Feng Xin, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that the company doesn't have that much money right now. We're all in business, it's normal to have cash flow problems, you should understand that."

Liu Ting picked up the teacup in front of her, felt that the tea had gone cold, and put it back down. She shook her head helplessly at Feng Xin.

"It's getting late..."

"Liu Ting," Feng Xin interrupted Liu Ting, "I know about the company's situation, but I really need the money urgently. When you were in trouble before, I helped you by selling everything I owned for Mr. Zhang's sake, but how can you not help me now? You know I don't ask for help easily, so please help me out of consideration for the money and effort our Feng family has put into the company."

"Don't mention Zhang Tingyu to me," Liu Ting suddenly raised her voice. Feng Xin had inadvertently touched Liu Ting's most vulnerable spot. "Don't think I don't know what you two have done. I'm only letting it go because you've put in the effort and money, so don't be ungrateful. You know what you've done all these years, and I know it too. I've made myself perfectly clear. It's getting late, so please leave."

Liu Ting gestured for her to leave, but Feng Xin merely glanced at Liu Ting and smiled gently.

"I didn't expect you to actually doubt me. Fine, I'll withdraw my investment from the company next week, and our cooperation will end here. I won't come looking for you again." Feng Xin said, taking a bottle of red wine from her bag, quickly opening it, and replacing the teacup in front of her with a wine glass. "Consider this a farewell drink."

Feng Xin held a wine glass in each hand, lightly touched the rims of the two glasses together, and then presented one of the glasses to Liu Ting. She then tilted her head back and drank the rest of her glass in one gulp.

Liu Ting also felt that she had spoken too harshly, but she was still angry and unwilling to back down, so she took the opportunity to drink the wine in her glass.

Unexpectedly, not long after Feng Xin left, Liu Ting collapsed in the living room due to an allergic reaction to lipid transfer protein.

After Zhang Tingyu returned home, he rushed Liu Ting to the hospital, but due to a severe allergic reaction, she ultimately died despite all efforts to save her. Zhang Tingyu was devastated and collapsed in the hospital. Strangely, when Zhang Tingyu awoke again, he seemed to have forgotten everything.

Zhang Tingyu experienced memory loss. A few days later, he felt he still had unfinished business and inexplicably harbored a deep hatred for Feng Xin, yet he couldn't recall the reason for his hatred. When the hospital notified Zhang Tingyu to collect Liu Ting's body, due to the reconstruction of his memory, he mistook Liu Ting's body for Feng Xin and secretly changed the body tag to Feng Xin's name to find some solace.

Upon hearing this, Feng Xin went to find Zhang Tingyu, intending to tell him everything, but Zhang Tingyu mistook her for Liu Ting. To atone for her mistake, Feng Xin initially decided to silently care for Zhang Tingyu for the rest of her life, but was then approached by a mysterious person. After being persuaded, Feng Xin agreed to pay the price for her actions and consented to the mysterious person's plan to awaken Zhang Tingyu's memories in the museum.

At this moment, Zhang Tingyu was holding Liu Ting's body and crying his heart out. Feng Xin and Cheng Luan could only watch from afar. Perhaps only by completely releasing their grief could they alleviate their psychological burden.

"Time's up. What are your thoughts? Now we'll proceed with the second vote."

The terrifying sound came again, which caught Cheng Luan somewhat off guard. Zhang Tingyu had regained his memory, and Feng Xin had also admitted his mistakes. According to the mysterious man's thinking, his goal had been achieved, and there was absolutely no need for another vote.

but……

"Now that you have achieved your goal, everything else should be left to the law. You have no right to decide other people's life or death."

The other party did not reply.

While Cheng Luan was still pondering, Feng Xin had already walked up to the voting machine. Cheng Luan suddenly seemed to realize something and tried to stop Feng Xin, but it was too late. Feng Xin pressed the red button, and then, with a gunshot, Feng Xin fell into a pool of blood.

Zhang Tingyu glanced at the fallen Feng Xin, his sobs filled with sorrow.

After another loud rumble, Cheng Luan returned to his room.