The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

The camera shifts from inside the car to outside and begins to rise.

It turns out that the traffic jam was caused by the fact that people in cars about to exit the highway all made the same choice.

"Honey, you can drive, right? Take the kids home..."

"Honey, the kids can't live without you!"

"With so many people, do we really need you?!"

"Dad, don't go..."

"dad……"

The man suppressed the tears in his eyes and patted the heads of Da Bao and Er Bao.

"Da Bao, Er Bao, didn't you two say you liked heroes the most?"

"Uh-huh."

"Dad... Dad went to become a hero."

"I'll be back soon."

"While Daddy's away, you'll be little heroes and protect Mommy!"

"good……"

Before closing the car door, the man took one last look at his wife.

"Wife...I'm sorry..."

"You're right, there are so many people, they probably don't need me."

"I can't do things that are selfless."

"But the thought that I could hold on for just one more second..."

"If you, Da Bao, and Er Bao live just one more second..."

"Then it's worth it."

"husband……"

Cries and screams echoed along the highway.

One man after another came out.

They were going against the flow of traffic.

Run in the opposite direction!!!

The person who made them stop was completely unaware of all of this.

Yan Cong was not going to the front lines.

Simply because...

His hometown is near the southern border.

He was just going home.

"Beep beep beep..."

The Maybach drove onto that familiar street.

It was market time in the morning, but there were very few people on the streets.

I heard the sound of a car.

Some people who hadn't left in time leaned out of the window and looked down.

"Hey, isn't that Yan Cong, that middle-aged woman harvesting chickens?"

"Wow, it really is, the ultimate widow killer!"

"Holy crap, it's Master Yan, the professional drain cleaner who's been unclogging drains for decades, back!"

As Yan Cong drove along, he was met with gasps of surprise all the way.

Even many middle-aged couples who didn't have time to leave would have their windows quickly closed by their husbands as soon as they saw them.

How valuable is this reputation?

it goes without saying.

The road was driven quietly.

He returned to the apartment building by the river in town.

He later bought that house back for a high price.

downstairs.

The floral shirt and Lao Zhong were already waiting there.

"Whoa!"

"A Maybach S480, the 2025 version!"

As soon as he got out of the car, the man in the floral shirt started touching the car repeatedly.

"You wouldn't have hooked up with a rich woman in Nanjing, would you?!"

Yan Cong smiled and tossed the key over.

"If you want it, then I'll give it to you!"

"real?"

"real."

Yan Cong looked at the car.

"After all, it won't be open for many more days."

Upon hearing this...

The smile on the man in the floral shirt slowly faded.

He sighed and picked up the two cases of liquor from the pedal of his electric scooter.

"Too."

"These millions of Void Realms, what the hell are we going to fight the Russians with!"

"Then why aren't you running?"

Old Zhong smiled to himself.

"Run away my ass."

"Since we're going to die anyway, it's better to die at home than in a foreign land."

"At least I can return to my roots!"

"Come on, let's stop talking and drink!"

The sound of clinking bottles rang out once more.

The three chatted about everything under the sun.

They talked about everything from everyday life to the stars and the universe.

At last.

The floral shirt and Lao Zhong were both slumped over the table.

Yan Cong is now a Grandmaster.

With a surge of internal energy, the smell of alcohol dissipated completely.

He silently approached his parents' portraits, lit an incense stick, and bowed.

Then he went to the balcony.

Looking towards the riverbank, he lit a cigarette.

After smoking half a cigarette.

He took a badge out of his pocket and looked at it for a long time.

Those were my parents' belongings.

"Dad, Mom..."

"The Dragon Kingdom is doomed..."

"Even if I help, it won't make any difference."

"So...you won't blame me for not helping, right?"

"After all, you know I'm most afraid of pain."

Yan Cong placed the badge on his thumb.

I'll toss it in a bit.

"If you don't blame me, then let's face it head-on."

"If it's my fault..."

"Then the other way around."

"OK?"

The words fell.

He flicked the badge upwards.

The metal badge kept spinning in the darkness.

Sudden.

Along the road leading into the town from the river, twinkling lights began to appear.

Yan Cong's gaze was drawn to it.

He looked behind the light.

Along the entire road.

One by one, low-level martial artists, using their cell phones as flashlights, were running this way.

Among those faces, there were a few that he recognized.

The black-mole boss outside the weapon-refining tower.

The owner of the fish-killing stall.

and also……

Uncle Cheng, who lives next door to my hometown.

They weren't running fast.

Many of them aren't even martial arts masters.

Some people have to hold their knees and catch their breath after running just a few steps.

But they kept running forward.

Run towards the border.

Clang!

The badge fell to the ground.

It's the front.

His parents didn't blame him.

Yan Cong stared blankly at the faint lights on the road, remaining motionless for a long time.

The cigarette ash burned down to my fingertips.

He glanced down at it.

Then.

Yan Cong took out his phone and made a call.

"Hey, old classmate."

"Send a helicopter over tomorrow."

"Pick me up."