Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

She knew the Song Dynasty had arrived.

He really came to kill her.

"Seal off the door! Don't let him in!" the captain roared.

The two team members immediately rushed to the door, leaned against the wall, and aimed their guns at the security door.

The other two team members stood guard by the window, continuously firing at the outside.

The captain stood guard beside Yuan Qiao and her daughter, his eyes fixed on the various entrances and exits, his palms sweating profusely.

They could not see the enemy.

We don't know where the enemy is, or when they will make their move.

This unknown fear is more tormenting than any bullet.

Standing atop a tree, Song Chao looked down at the chaotic old buildings below, a cold smile playing on his lips.

He could clearly sense the location of everyone in the room, their heartbeat, and the speed of their blood flow.

He could even hear the captain's teeth chattering.

In his eyes, these so-called elites with guns were no different from lambs to the slaughter.

Song Chao gently raised his finger.

The two team members guarding the door suddenly froze.

They could feel their blood rushing backwards, and their hearts felt like they were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

"Well--"

Both of them groaned at the same time and collapsed to the ground.

His throat was blocked by the blood gushing from his body, and he couldn't even scream.

"Damn it!" the captain cursed, cold sweat streaming down his face.

Of the five team members, only he and the two team members by the window remain.

They didn't even see a trace of the Song Dynasty.

"Retreat! Retreat to the safety exit!" the captain roared.

He reached out to pull Yuan Qiao, trying to lead her through the emergency exit.

The moment their fingertips touched Yuan Qiao's arm, the two team members by the window simultaneously let out a scream.

Their wrists suddenly exploded.

Blood mist sprayed all over the walls, and the gun fell to the ground.

The two men clutched their severed wrists, writhing on the ground in agony, their screams heart-wrenching.

The captain's legs went weak.

He had fought in so many wars and had never seen such a bizarre method of killing.

They couldn't see the enemy, couldn't track their movements, and didn't even have a way to defend themselves.

He knew he was going to die today.

A figure from the Song Dynasty appeared at the security door.

He stood at the door, his black coat spotless, his face expressionless.

The security door seemed to be pushed open by an invisible force, slowly opening inwards.

With a click, the door hinge made a slight sound.

To the captain, the voice was as piercing as a death knell.

"I'll fight you to the death!" The captain's eyes turned red, and he raised his gun and fired wildly at Song Chao.

All the bullets struck the blood-red wall in front of the Song Dynasty, embedding themselves in it and disappearing from sight.

Even after emptying an entire magazine, Song Chao didn't even flinch.

The captain threw down his empty gun, drew his military knife from his waist, and charged toward Song Chao with a roar.

Song Chao raised his eyes slightly.

A blood needle pierced the captain's heart in an instant.

The captain's charge suddenly stopped, and his military knife fell to the ground.

He looked down at the bloody hole in his chest, his eyes wide open, and fell straight down.

The room fell silent instantly.

All that remained were Niu Niu's cries and Yuan Qiao's rapid breathing.

Song Chao stepped into the room.

The bodies of the team members lay scattered on the ground, their blood pooling into a small river that seeped down the cracks in the floorboards.

His gaze fell on Yuan Qiao, who was huddled in the corner of the sofa.

Yuan Qiao looked at him, so frightened that she forgot to cry.

Song Chao's face was expressionless.

There was neither anger nor hatred; he was as calm as if he were looking at a stranger.

This calm terrified her more than any outburst of rage.

"Song Dynasty... I was wrong..." Yuan Qiao's voice trembled uncontrollably. "I'm so sorry... I was forced into this by Tang Ming... He said if I didn't cooperate, he would kill me and Niu Niu..."

She cried and begged for forgiveness, shifting all the blame onto Tang Ming.

"I love you... In the three years we've been together, I've genuinely wanted to build a good life with you..."

"Please let me go, okay? Niu Niu can't live without her mother... She loves you so much, she looks forward to you coming home every day..."

Song Chao found her crying and sobbing ridiculous.

He remembered waking up in a hotel room three years ago and seeing her sitting on the edge of the bed crying.

At that time, he thought he had taken advantage of her, felt extremely guilty, and vowed to treat her well for the rest of his life.

He remembered the day of their wedding, when she stood under the osmanthus tree in her red wedding dress, smiling at him.

At that time, he thought he was the luckiest man in the world.

He remembered how every time he came home, she would stand at the door, take his luggage, and gently ask him if he was tired.

At that time, he thought he finally had a home.

It was all an act.

Her gentleness was fake.

Her concern was fake.

Her smile was fake.

Even with her tears, it was impossible to tell which words were true and which were false.

"You're with Tang Ming, is he forcing you to?" Song Chao's voice was calm.

Yuan Qiao nodded quickly, her tears falling even more fiercely.

"Yes! He forced me to do it! I was newly pregnant with Niu Niu at the time, I had no choice..."

"Did Tang Ming force you to accept 30,000 yuan from you three years ago?"

Yuan Qiao paused for a moment, then cried even louder.

"I had no other choice at the time... I wanted to give Niu Niu a good future..."

"Did Zhang Jinshan force you to tell him about my trip home?"

Yuan Qiao opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

"You told Zhang Jinshan that I was pitifully stupid, that I died without knowing that Niu Niu wasn't my child, and that he forced you into it?"

Song Chao's voice remained calm, devoid of any emotion.

Yuan Qiao's face instantly turned as white as paper.

She didn't know how the Song Dynasty knew about these things.

She thought those recordings had been destroyed long ago.

"I...I just said it casually back then..." Yuan Qiao's voice trembled with tears. "That's not what I really meant...Song Chao, I know you've been good to me...I'm so sorry...If you want to kill someone, kill me, please don't hurt Niu Niu, okay? She's innocent..."

Niu Niu was so frightened that she huddled in her arms, crying uncontrollably, and stretched out her little hand towards the direction of the Song Dynasty.

"Daddy...hug me..."

The Song Dynasty felt as if its heart had been pricked by a needle.

For the past three years, Niu Niu has been clinging to him every day, calling him "Dad" in a clear and crisp voice.

Every time he came home, the little girl would rush into his arms and secretly give him the snacks she had hidden.

His hands were cracked from the cold on the construction site in winter. His little girl held his hands in her tiny hands, breathed on them, and said, "Daddy, it doesn't hurt. Let me blow on them for you."

He genuinely believed that she was his biological daughter.

He even thought that even if he could never have children in his life, he would be content as long as Niu Niu was there.

It turned out to be all fake.

That word "Dad" never belonged to him.