Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

The fragrance of osmanthus blossoms in the old residential compound drifted on the wind to the top of the trees.

Song Chao leaned against the rough tree trunk, a drop of blood trembling slightly between his fingertips.

His perception was like an invisible net, completely covering the entire old building.

In the living room of the apartment on the left side of the fifth floor, six members of the Sharp Blade team stood in a triangular formation, guarding each corner.

All the submachine guns were loaded, the safety was off, and the red dot of the infrared sight flickered in the dimly lit room.

The captain leaned against the wall in the entryway, cold sweat beading on his forehead, his finger gripping the trigger tightly.

He just received a message.

All five men in the group died at the entrance of an alley on the outskirts of the city.

The second team was a step too slow; Wang Tao's body was already cold by the time they arrived at the office.

Now the entire special operations team knows that this migrant worker named Song Chao is a monster who can control blood to kill people.

"Cheer up, everyone."

The captain's voice was very low, trembling without him even realizing it.

"Special Envoy Zhou's reinforcements will arrive in ten minutes. As long as we hold out until then, we'll be safe."

No one answered.

The only sounds in the room were suppressed breathing and the clicking of the clock on the wall.

Yuan Qiao huddled in the corner of the sofa, holding the sleeping Niu Niu tightly in her arms.

Her face was as white as paper, and she bit her lower lip so hard that she didn't even notice it was bleeding.

She knew the Song Dynasty was coming.

She knew she owed the Song Dynasty three lives.

Three years of deception.

Three years of utilization.

And there's the injustice that led to his imprisonment.

She dared not imagine how the Song Dynasty would treat her.

She didn't even dare to think that the Song Dynasty might kill Niu Niu as well.

"Comrade," Yuan Qiao's voice trembled uncontrollably, "Will Song Chao really come? He dotes on Niu Niu so much, he wouldn't lay a hand on her in front of the child, would he?"

The captain frowned but did not answer.

He had no idea what this madman would do.

When he massacred the police station, he didn't even spare the guards at the entrance. Who knows if he would target children?

When Yuan Qiao saw that he didn't speak, tears suddenly fell from her eyes.

She lowered her head and looked at the baby's pink and tender face in her arms, her heart aching as if it were being stabbed with a knife.

She chose to cooperate with Tang Ming because she wanted Niu Niu to have a better life.

Live in a big house, attend a top-tier primary school, and don't have to struggle at the bottom like her.

Now, before the good days have even arrived, he's about to lose his life.

She regretted it.

If she hadn't been greedy for that 30,000 yuan, hadn't agreed to Tang Ming's request, and had just lived a peaceful life with Song Chao, wouldn't she be able to live a normal life now?

Even if he was poor, and even if Song Chao was not good in that respect, at least he was genuinely good to the mother and daughter.

But there's no going back.

On the street downstairs, early-rising vendors had already set up their stalls.

The tricycle selling soy milk was steaming, and the oil in the fryer was sizzling.

A primary school student skipped and hopped by, carrying a steaming hot bun in his hand, chattering with his classmates about yesterday's cartoon.

The elderly people doing their morning exercise strolled slowly, carrying their shopping baskets, chatting about yesterday's vegetable prices and their grandchildren.

Nobody knows.

Less than fifty meters away in an old building, a bloody massacre was brewing.

Inside a hotel room in Zhaoming City.

Wen Yan leaned against the headboard, his fingertips resting on his pulse point, sensing the surging emotions coming from the direction of the old family compound.

The hatred from the Song Dynasty, like molten lava, flowed continuously through the connection of souls.

Yuan Qiao's fear was as cold as ice.

The tension among the Sharp Blade team members was like a taut bowstring.

Zhou Zhengqing's anger could be clearly felt even from more than ten kilometers away.

A faint smile appeared on Wen Yan's lips.

The revenge of an honest man driven to the brink of despair is indeed more exciting than any drama.

He wanted to see what kind of expression Song Chao would have when he took revenge on the woman he had loved for three years.

The seed of the soul forged from that hatred will surely bear exceptionally sweet fruit.

Zhou Zhengqing's command vehicle was speeding along the road in the old residential compound.

He sat in the passenger seat, his face ashen, like a block of iron.

"Have you found out? Does Song Chao have any other relatives?" Zhou Zhengqing's voice was very low.

Li Cheng sat next to him, his fingers flying across the computer keyboard.

"I checked. Song Chao's parents died in a car accident when he was ten years old. He has no other immediate family members." Li Cheng's voice was a little dejected.

"What about collateral relatives? Uncles, cousins, surely you have some?"

"I have a few distant relatives I haven't been in touch with for a long time. After graduating from junior high school in the Song Dynasty, I went out to work and we haven't been in contact since."

Zhou Zhengqing gritted his teeth and slammed his fist on the dial.

The plastic dial was dented.

He originally intended to capture Song Dynasty relatives to force him to submit.

As a result, Song Chao was all alone. Apart from Yuan Qiao and his daughter who wasn't his biological daughter, he had no one who could threaten him.

"Notify the reinforcements behind us and speed things up," Zhou Zhengqing shouted into the walkie-talkie.

"We must get to the old family compound within ten minutes! If we're late, Yuan Qiao will be dead!"

"receive!"

The driver answered over the walkie-talkie and pressed the accelerator even harder.

The command vehicle sped wildly through the streets like a madman, its siren piercing the morning tranquility.

Pedestrians on the roadside turned their heads in surprise, wondering what major event had occurred.

Zhou Zhengqing leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath.

He had to arrive before the Song Dynasty took action.

Yuan Qiao is the only living witness in this case.

If she dies, the fate of the thirty-nine people in the Song Dynasty will be even more difficult to determine.

More importantly, he could not allow the Song Dynasty to continue killing people so wantonly.

The bottom line of order must not be trampled to pieces by this madman.

By observing the expressions and states of the people nearby, Song Chao was able to roughly guess their thoughts.

It's time to put an end to all of this.

The Song Dynasty on the treetop moved.

The drop of blood on his fingertip instantly split into countless fine blood lines, drifting towards the old building like red spider silk in the wind.

The blood trickled silently through the window crack and seeped into the room on the fifth floor.

The first teammate to be hit by the health bar groaned and fell straight down.

A small blood hole appeared between his eyebrows, and blood flowed down his cheek.

"Something's up!" the captain roared, raising his gun and firing at the window.

The bullet hit the windowpane, sending up a shower of shards.

The other four team members immediately raised their guns and fired wildly at the windows and doorways.

The dense gunfire sounded particularly jarring in the quiet neighborhood.

The vendors and pedestrians downstairs screamed in fright and scattered in all directions.

The soy milk bucket was knocked over, and steaming hot soy milk spilled all over the floor.

Oil splattered from the fryer, igniting a nearby plastic bag and sending up thick black smoke.

Yuan Qiao screamed in fright, hugged Niu Niu tightly, and huddled in the corner of the sofa, trembling like a leaf.

Niu Niu was awakened by the gunshot and burst into tears.

"Mom! I'm scared!"

"Don't be afraid! Niu Niu, don't be afraid! Mommy's here!" Yuan Qiao covered her daughter's mouth tightly, tears streaming down her face like beads from a broken string.

She knew the Song Dynasty had arrived.