Courtyard House: First, kill the hypocrites, leave none alive.

Xiaoyu came out of the bedroom, looked at the bowl of steaming noodles on the table, and her eyes immediately reddened.

Since their parents passed away, since they began their escape, they had been eating cold, dry rations, spoiled food, or whatever they had hastily stuffed into their mouths. Sitting at the table like this, eating a bowl of freshly cooked hot soup noodles... it felt like something from a past life.

"Sit down and eat while it's hot." Chen Feng handed her chopsticks.

The two sat down facing each other, neither of them speaking, just burying their heads in their noodles.

The noodles were cooked to perfection, the poached egg had a crispy edge and a runny yolk, the vegetables were crisp and tender, and although there weren't many slices of meat, they were savory and delicious. The hot soup slid down my throat, warming my stomach and my heart, which had been cold for too long.

Xiaoyu ate very slowly, chewing each bite carefully as if savoring some delicacy. As she ate, large tears fell into her bowl, but she didn't cry out loud; she just wept silently and continued eating.

Chen Feng saw this and felt a pang of sadness. But he didn't offer any comfort; he simply silently transferred the slices of meat from his bowl to Xiao Yu's bowl.

A simple dinner took a full twenty minutes to eat.

After finishing their meal, Xiaoyu offered to wash the dishes. Chen Feng didn't stop her, letting her do what she could to help her return to normal.

He then checked the security of the doors and windows again, before placing a Type 54 pistol under his pillow and another in a drawer of the living room cabinet, concealing it with miscellaneous items. He left the submachine gun and remaining ammunition in his personal compartment untouched.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Xiaoyu took a shower and changed into clean pajamas—simple cotton shirts and pants that she had just bought today.

"Brother, I'm going to sleep." She stood at the bedroom door and said softly.

"Go on, get some sleep." Chen Feng nodded. "Close the door."

Xiaoyu closed the bedroom door.

Chen Feng sat on a makeshift bed on the living room floor, listening to the rustling sounds of someone pulling on a blanket, which gradually quieted down.

He got up, turned off the living room light, leaving only a small kitchen light dimly lit.

In the darkness, he lay on the hard floor, with a thin quilt beneath him and a cloth bag stuffed with clothes as his pillow.

Outside the window, I could hear the sounds of cars on the distant street, the faint sounds of my upstairs neighbor watching TV, and the occasional bark of a dog… These were all unfamiliar sounds, coming from an unfamiliar city.

But at this moment, these voices strangely brought a sense of security—because they meant "normal," meant "daily life," meant that he and Xiaoyu had temporarily merged into the torrent of ordinary people's lives, becoming two inconspicuous drops of water in this vast city.

The fatigue accumulated from days of intense tension, bloody battles, and desperate escape surged in like a tidal wave.

The wounds were still throbbing, but the effects of the body-restoring agent were truly amazing; he could feel the wounds healing and scabbing over rapidly.

In his mind, that ten-cubic-meter gray space existed quietly, containing a large amount of supplies and cash, which was his and Xiaoyu's future security.

That mysterious "system"... although still full of unknowns, at least for now, it provides everything needed for survival.

Chen Feng closed his eyes.

The images of the flames in Beijing, the prison bars, the bloody battle on the beach, and my sister's terrified face flashed through my mind... Those scenes are still vivid, and those names are still etched in my heart.

But he knew now was not the time to think about these things.

Now, he needs rest. He needs to allow his battered body to heal, his nerves to relax from their extreme tension, and he needs to recharge for the battle to come.

He adjusted his breathing, allowing his body to gradually relax.

This is the first night since we fled that we have a roof over our heads, a lock on the door, a hot meal, and my sister sleeping peacefully next door.

Although dangers still lurk everywhere, and the road ahead remains shrouded in mist.

But at least tonight, he can temporarily put down some burdens and get a relatively peaceful night's sleep.

In the darkness, Chen Feng's breathing gradually became steady and long.

Outside the window, Hong Kong Island's nightlife is just beginning, with neon lights flashing and people bustling about.

In a small room on the third and a half floor of this ordinary tenement building, a fugitive with blood on his hands and his sister finally had a moment to catch their breath.

Sleep arrived as promised, deep and peaceful.

This is the first step to survival, and also the most solid one.

What will the future hold? When will the blood debt be settled? What secrets lie behind the system? All these questions will be left for tomorrow.

Tonight, all you need to do is sleep.

Mornings on Fuk Wing Street in Sham Shui Po begin with the aroma of milk tea wafting from tea restaurants and the hoarse cries of newspaper vendors.

Chen Feng stood by the window of his room on the third and a half floor and pushed open the wooden window facing the back alley. Morning light, damp with moisture, streamed in, illuminating the simple but tidy little living room. He took a deep breath; the air was filled with the vibrant scent of the nearby market and the lively atmosphere of this old town.

Five days have passed.

For the past five days, he and Xiaoyu have been in this cramped space like two wounded animals hiding in their den, carefully licking their wounds and adapting to this completely unfamiliar environment.

Chen Feng's recovery was faster than expected. The gunshot wound on his left arm had scabbed over and fallen off, leaving a dark red scar, but it didn't restrict his movement at all. The cut on his right leg had also mostly healed, with only a slight pulling sensation when walking. While his youth, strength, and strong will certainly played a part, the miraculous effects of the "Physique Repair Agent (Basic)" undoubtedly played a crucial role. He carefully stored the "Energy Restoration Agent (Basic)" in his personal space, saving it for when it was needed most.

Xiaoyu's changes were even more noticeable. After several days of eating and sleeping well, and away from the pursuit and bloodshed, the sickly pallor on her face had faded considerably. Although the sensitivity of fear still lingered in her eyes, they had finally regained some of the liveliness of a fifteen-year-old girl. She remained taciturn, and her dependence on her brother had not diminished at all, but at least she was no longer trembling like a frightened bird.

Over the past five days, Chen Feng has done several things that he had to do.

First, there was the issue of identification. With the "helpful" assistance of their landlady, Mrs. Chan—and of course, Chen Feng "sensibly" gave an extra fifty dollars as a "tea money"—his and Xiao Yu's "temporary residence registration" was finally completed. The clerk at the Sham Shui Po Police Station merely glanced at their ID cards, asked a few simple questions (where their ancestral home was, what they were doing in Hong Kong, and where they lived), stamped a small booklet, and collected a ten-dollar processing fee. The whole process took less than twenty minutes. Chen Feng noticed that the atmosphere in the police station was indeed more tense than usual; plainclothes officers were going in and out, talking in hushed tones, and he could vaguely hear words like "beachhead," "automatic weapons," and "Wo Hing Shing." He remained calm, and after completing the formalities, he quickly left with Xiao Yu.