Era: You're asked to cook a home-style dish, but you cook Wellington.

Before anyone could react, the dark muzzle of a gun was already pointed at Old Jack.

Under the intense light, they couldn't even open their eyes. They could only raise their arms to cover their eyes, standing there helplessly at the mercy of others.

Gao Yang shot out like a cannonball and grabbed the young man in mid-air.

"Gao Yang!"

Nangong Hong was observant and noticed the changing situation on the field. She immediately saw that Gao Yang was in danger.

Everyone was startled by her shout and looked around in unison.

Upon seeing this, Nangong Lian ran over in a few quick steps.

Gao Yang held the young man's hand with one hand, while the other hand clung tightly to the edge of the rooftop, dangling in mid-air like a pendulum.

"hiss."

His handsome face contorted in an instant, the immense force nearly tearing him in two.

"Damn, that's ruthless."

He looked down at the young man.

Being pushed down from such a height without any cushioning would likely result in serious injury or death.

"Brother, please save me, I want to live."

The young man looked up.

His face was covered in tears. Although nothing could be seen in the darkness of the night, Gao Yang could guess his expression.

Gao Yang swallowed hard and looked up.

He could feel that his hands were losing their grip on the edges; the surface of the cement ridges was extremely rough, and the surface began to crack under such friction.

A sharp pain shot through him, and blood slowly dripped from between his fingers.

"No, I can't hold on any longer!"

This thought popped into Gao Yang's mind.

At this moment, Nangong Lian had also arrived.

Nangong Lian lay on the edge, glanced at the situation, and immediately bent down, grabbing Gao Yang's arm with both hands.

"Gao Yang, hold on tight!"

His eyes reflected Gao Yang's figure, and a slow smile crept onto his lips.

"It's going to be successful!"

However, the next second...

Gao Yang could no longer hold on. His fingers slipped on the rough cement surface, and he fell off the roof like Newton's apple.

His hand passed between Nangong Lian's hands, and crimson blood splattered onto Nangong Lian's hands.

"what?"

Nangong Lian paused, not quite reacting, the smile on his lips still lingering, as he stared straight at Gao Yang falling from mid-air.

At that moment, Gao Yang felt much lighter.

The wind whistled past his ears, blocking out all other sounds.

He could see the stunned look on Nangong Lian's face, which she hadn't had time to process. Turning his head, he could see the Mercedes-Benz parked not far away, with a woman in a bright red dress leaning against the door, looking extremely anxious.

It's Su Wanqing! She looks so beautiful in that outfit.

Time seemed to freeze completely, and various fragments flashed through his mind.

He recalled the first time he met Su Wanqing, her aloof beauty as she sat regally in her chair.

He recalled the trip he took with Su Wanqing to Cangmang Mountain, and how soaking wet they were in that small cave halfway up the mountain.

He recalled being brought into the Su family home. When Su Wanqing led him into the room, she was like a little girl, hiding the shyness of her early love interest.

……

Every single thing, every single detail, Gao Yang felt that the times his heart beat the fastest were the moments he spent with Su Wanqing. This woman always had some kind of magic; no matter what he did, he would be firmly attracted to her.

"I'm really at my wit's end. Being with you is like walking on ice. If I'm not careful, the ice will break and I'll fall into the river."

Gao Yang chuckled to himself.

very nice.

then.

"Bang!"

A dull sound rang out, and everything began to speed up.

His ears were ringing, and his vision was blurry, as if the whole world had been covered by a canvas, and he could only see a large red spot running towards him.

"Gao Yang!"

He finally understood; it was calling his name.

…………

Inside the hospital, in a regular ward.

Gu Jingzhou looked out the window, a hint of impatience in his eyes.

Ever since the gas stove exploded and Steven was injured and fell into a coma, out of guilt, he would come to the hospital whenever he had time to spend some time alone with Steven.

"Steven, we've known each other for 40 years now. Although we don't see each other often, you know my personality. Why are you so impatient today?"

"Speaking of which, Zou Li has been arrested, Qin Wanshan is under investigation, and the people who harmed you are also under investigation. It's been almost a month, when are you going to open your eyes and take a look?"

"Then you won't need to hone your cooking skills anymore. Wouldn't it be better if I just travel the world with you?"

Gu Jingzhou spoke to himself, looking out the window.

But outside the window, it was pitch black and still as water, with only a few lights still on.

He sighed and continued.

"To be honest, I think we're really getting old. Whether it's Gao Yang or the siblings from the Nangong family, their achievements at such a young age are truly remarkable."

"Let time hone their skills for another ten years or so, and then they'll have to shoulder this responsibility."

Gu Jingzhou stroked his beard, looking quite emotional.

"Forget it, why bother talking to you about this? We've gone off on a tangent."

After saying this, he frowned again.

Before, the feeling of irritability should have disappeared, but for some reason today, this feeling just won't go away.

"What happened?"

He looked out the window; everything was still peaceful, without the slightest disturbance.

"Steven, what's wrong with me?"

He turned to look at Steven, his eyes filled with deep confusion.

Suddenly, in the dim light, he saw a pair of dark eyes.

Steven sat up at some point, leaned against the headboard, and looked serious.

"Holy shit!"

…………

In the university town area, all operations are nearing completion.

Old Jack and his group were pinned to the ground, handcuffed, and walked down from the rooftop one by one, then taken to police cars by the police station.

Some of them looked ashen-faced, leaning against the car wall, saying nothing.

Even if they don't say it outright, they all understand that they have lost this gamble completely.

It's not just a simple matter of losing the betting agreement; their actions have crossed the line, and they will be put on trial in front of hundreds of millions of Chinese people.

Their clothes will be stripped off, their names removed from their families, and all that awaits them is judgment and exile. They will spend the rest of their lives amidst scorn and curses, and no one will care about their life or death anymore.

Inside the locked carriage, only old Jack was still struggling to survive.

"This place is utterly inhumane!"

"I want to see my lawyer!"

The noise was deafening, leaving the Nangong siblings, who were not far away, speechless.

Nangong Hong sat in the back seat of the car, looking exhausted.

Nangong Lian just hugged his sister without saying a word.

He looked at his hands.

The blood on my hands had been washed away, but the stench of blood seemed to linger, unable to dissipate.

They were both lost in thought, neither of them speaking, and the air was thick with silence.

Suddenly, the car door was pulled open.

"Let's go to the station to make a statement."

The police station's voices echoed in their ears, but they didn't hear a word; their attention was entirely focused on the distance.

There, a figure in red was sitting on a cushion.

Gao Yang was quietly leaning against her.