Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

But what will happen to her brother if she dies?

He's so young, and his leg is broken. How will he survive if no one takes care of him?

Su Wanxing wiped away her tears, helped her younger brother up, and picked up the crushed anti-inflammatory medicine box from the ground. The cardboard box was deformed from being trampled, and the pills inside were crushed into pieces, mixed with mud and water, making them inedible.

She helped Su Mingyu walk step by step into the depths of the alley. The setting sun cast their shadows long and thin, onto the uneven ground, like two distorted question marks.

The house was a small, damp, and cold bungalow of less than 20 square meters. Most of the plaster on the walls had fallen off, revealing the mottled bricks underneath.

Su Wanxing helped Su Mingyu sit down on the bed, found a clean cloth, disinfected the wound on her palm, and bandaged it simply.

She pulled a tin box from under the bed, which contained all her savings, a total of 327 yuan. It wasn't even enough for tomorrow's meals, let alone to buy her brother's anti-inflammatory medicine.

Su Mingyu leaned against the headboard, watching his sister's back as she bent over and rummaged through things, and tears fell again: "Sis, why don't I go and fight Zhao Hu? Even if I die, I won't let you go to Emperor Hotel."

"Don't talk nonsense." Su Wanxing interrupted him, her voice very soft, but with an almost deathly calm. "You should focus on recovering from your injuries. I'll figure out the rest."

She sat on the edge of the bed, watching the sky outside the window gradually darken. Zhao Hu's words just now flashed through her mind again and again, as did the image of her younger brother lying in the hospital with his leg broken, and the pointing and whispering faces of the onlookers.

Hatred coiled around her heart like vines, tightening its grip until it was almost suffocating her.

She couldn't go to the Emperor Hotel, nor could she let her younger brother get hurt again.

Didn't Zhao Hu want her dead?

Wasn't the goal to have her serve those important figures?

Even if she dies, she'll drag these scumbags down to hell with her.

Su Wanxing stood up, walked to the kitchen, took out the fruit knife she usually used for cutting vegetables, and hid it in her sleeve.

The blade was cold, pressed against her skin, but it couldn't suppress the raging anger surging within her.

She glanced back at her younger brother lying on the bed. He was so tired that he had fallen asleep, but his brows were still tightly furrowed, as if he were having a nightmare.

Su Wanxing walked over gently and tucked the blanket around him.

"Xiaoming, I will definitely protect you." She said softly, her voice filled with a resolute determination. "Those who owe us, I will take back everything, bit by bit."

It was completely dark outside the window, the wind was howling and rattling the windows, and a few indistinct barks of dogs could be heard in the distance.

Su Wanxing stood in the darkness, holding a fruit knife tucked into her sleeve. Her eyes were frighteningly bright, without a single tear.

Meanwhile, hundreds of kilometers away in Chenxi City, Wen Yan sat in his room, his consciousness clearly capturing the intense, almost tangible, hatred and despair through his soul connection.

The Soul Seed hovering at his fingertips was slightly warm, and one of the seeds, glowing with a pale blue light, was faintly resonating with the emotions in Zhaoming City.

Wen Yan smiled faintly, flicked his finger, and the pale blue soul seed transformed into a ray of light. Following the direction of the soul connection, it instantly traversed hundreds of kilometers and flew towards the old town of Zhaoming City.

He could "see" Su Wanxing standing at the dark window, holding the fruit knife, her eyes flashing frighteningly, her whole body taut like a fully drawn bow.

Su Mingyu lay in bed, his brows still furrowed in his sleep, muttering "sister" incoherently. The pain in his broken leg caused his fingers to unconsciously scratch at the sheets.

Excellent, two more excellent candidates.

Wen Yan leaned back in his chair, his fingertips tapping the table unconsciously. He watched as the faint light in his consciousness disappeared into the small house the siblings rented, splitting in two in the darkness and silently merging into the depths of their souls, waiting only for the right moment to awaken.

Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul.

Then, with your hatred, drag all those who have wronged you into hell.

Meanwhile, in Fu'an Lane, Zhao Hu returned to the card room with his men, threw the two hundred yuan he had just stolen on the table, and bowed and scraped to a man in a black suit next to him.

"Brother Wang, it's all done. That girl is very stubborn, but I scared her a bit, so she'll definitely come. She signed the contract, so she can't run away even if she wants to."

The man called Brother Wang leaned back on the sofa, twirling a jade ring in his hand, his face expressionless: "Remember, don't push her too far. If you really drive her to the point of suicidal thoughts, it'll be hard to explain to Boss Zhang. Boss Zhang likes women with a bit of a temper; it makes things more interesting."

"I know, I know," Zhao Hu nodded quickly. "I've made all the arrangements. If she doesn't come in three days, I'll break her brother's other leg. She'll feel sorry for her brother and will definitely comply."

Brother Wang grunted in agreement, pulled a wad of cash from his wallet, and threw it on the table: "This is for the brothers' hard work. If things go well, you'll definitely get a cut from Boss Zhang's side."

Zhao Hu quickly stuffed the money into his pocket, his face crinkling with a smile: "Thank you, Brother Wang, thank you, President Zhang. Don't worry, I'll definitely get the person to the Emperor Hotel safely for you."

Brother Wang stood up, straightened his suit, and walked out: "I have something to do, I'm leaving now. Keep an eye on things, don't let anything go wrong."

"Alright, take care." Zhao Hu bowed and scraped as he saw the man out, then turned and waved to his thugs, "Did you hear me? Keep a close eye on those brother and sister, don't let them get away. If this is done, I'll take you guys out for a good meal."

The thugs laughed and agreed, then went off to find places to play cards.

Zhao Hu sat on the sofa, counting the money in his hand, a smug smile on his face.

He could almost see Su Wanxing dressed in revealing clothes being sent to President Zhang's bed. He imagined that once President Zhang got tired of her, he might even be allowed to play with her for a couple more days. Just thinking about that beautiful face made him feel hot all over.

He was completely unaware that the shadow of death had already quietly loomed over Fu'an Lane.

Su Wanxing stood by her window, looking in the direction of the card room, the fruit knife in her hand burning hot.

Three days.

She has three days left.

Zhao Hu, Brother Wang, and that Boss Zhang—none of them will escape.

Even if she dies, she will make these people pay the price.

The wind seeped in through the cracks in the window, making the stray hairs on her forehead flutter wildly. She stood in the darkness, like a volcano about to erupt at any moment, all her despair and hatred waiting for a trigger to explode.

The streetlights in the alley were still off, only the lights in the card room were blindingly bright, and the sounds of thugs shouting and playing cards, along with the coquettish laughter of women, could be heard from inside, carrying far and wide.

The night in Zhaoming City is still long.