Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

"It's precisely because Niu Niu isn't his biological daughter that he can't let go of her."

Meng Zhaowen's voice was very soft.

"If Niu Niu is his biological daughter, his love for the child is innate."

But even though Niu Niu was his enemy's child, he still couldn't bear to lay a finger on her.

This shows that his love for Niu Niu was pure and without any ulterior motives.

The more this is the case, the less willing he is to let Niu Niu grow up alone.

"This official move hit his only weakness."

"And what about us?"

Shen Hanzhou put down the test tube in his hand, raised his head, and spoke in a tone as cold as ice.

"Are we just going to watch the authorities persuade him to surrender?"

"You can't persuade them to surrender."

Xu Suyuan shook her head.

"If the Song Dynasty were capable of surrendering, it would have done so the first time it killed someone."

He never intended to live from the beginning. He would listen to his teacher, but he wouldn't put down his knife just because of what his teacher said.

He might say thank you in his heart at most, and then move on to kill the next enemy.

"What we can do is wait until he has killed all his enemies and before he is surrounded and killed by the authorities, and then take him away."

She stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the gloomy sky outside.

"The premise is that he is willing to come with us."

Su Wanxing and Su Mingyu sat in the corner, the siblings remaining silent throughout.

As they watched the elderly man with gray hair and the rough-fisted migrant worker in the video, their eyes welled up with tears.

It wasn't because I was moved.

It's because I was thinking of myself.

The siblings had also been driven to the brink of despair by Zhao Hu. If Lin Shen hadn't arrived in time, they would have died at the Emperor's Club long ago.

If the authorities had sent someone to persuade them to surrender at that time, would they have surrendered?

will not.

Su Wanxing gripped her younger brother's hand tightly.

Absolutely not.

Because what those people owe them cannot be erased simply by saying "the law will give you justice."

The law cannot repay it.

The only way to repay this debt is with blood.

In the underworld, the various factions reacted in different ways.

Black Snake watched the video, remained silent for a long time, and then suddenly laughed.

"Han Qiming, you've finally met your match."

He leaned back on the sofa, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest, his smile growing wider.

"The director of the National Center for Response to Abnormal Affairs, commanding three thousand elite troops."

They mobilized satellites, helicopters, and the entire province's police force, but ultimately couldn't defeat a single migrant worker, so they could only film a video persuading him to surrender.

If this gets out, what will the people of the whole country think?

"What do you think?"

His subordinate chimed in.

"Netizens have already slapped the official's face so hard it's swollen."

The comments section was overwhelmingly negative, with everyone questioning why they didn't help the Song Dynasty back then, but are now advising it to surrender.

"Yes, that's it."

The black snake sat up straight, its eyes gleaming with excitement.

"The more the authorities lose face, the more opportunities we have."

What does it mean that the Song Dynasty completely undermined the authority of the government?

This shows that extraordinary individuals are stronger than ordinary people, so strong that even the state apparatus cannot suppress them.

Since the authorities can't suppress it, whoever possesses superhuman abilities has the right to speak.

"Found the Song Dynasty."

He lowered his voice.

"We must find him no matter what. If we can recruit him, we should; if not, we should talk to him about cooperation."

Doesn't he have enemies? We'll help him find them.

I have a few acquaintances at Blackstone International, and I can dig out the names on the list one by one.

"As long as he owes us a favor, we'll be in charge of the underworld in Jeolla Province from now on."

At the Jeolla Province branch of the Five Mountains Alliance, Bai Xiao watched the video, his expression shifting between light and dark.

"Persuade them to surrender."

He snorted coldly.

"Han Qiming has been pushed to the limit."

In less than three days, 173 people were wiped out of Shikan Village, and the blood mist lingered for half a year.

Officials handling unusual cases nationwide will see this case.

Everyone knows what a migrant worker who has been awake for less than 72 hours can accomplish.

"This is both an opportunity and a danger for our Five Mountains Alliance."

"The opportunity lies in the fact that the official attention has been completely drawn to the Song Dynasty."

We can take this opportunity to expand our base in Zhaoming City. Zhong Lin is recuperating in Lieyang Province, and there's no one at headquarters to manage us for the time being.

"The danger is that Song Chao is completely unyielding."

He didn't care about money, fame, or power. He only wanted revenge.

After taking his revenge, he will either die or continue killing those he considers guilty.

These are the hardest people to bribe and control.

"What if one day he thinks the Five Sacred Mountains are guilty and turns around to destroy us? Who can stop him?"

The expressions on the faces of his subordinates behind him changed.

"So what do we do?"

"Don't touch it yet."

Bai Xiao waved his hand.

"The authorities want to arrest him, the Fire Seed organization is secretly observing him, and Black Serpent wants to win him over."

Let's not get involved. Let them fight it out first, and then we'll clean up the mess.

People like Song Chao will eventually reach their dead end. We'll make our move when he's cornered.

"Providing help in times of need is always more valuable than adding to someone's existing success."

In the basement of an abandoned brick kiln in the northern suburbs of Zhaoming City, Song Chao leaned against the damp wall, holding a cell phone he had brought from Shikan Village.

He was covered in blood; the old blood had dried and solidified, while the new blood, which had been contaminated in Shikan Village, was still dripping down his clothes.

He watched the video.

I watched it from beginning to end.

After reading it, he placed his phone on his lap and remained silent for a long time.

The basement was dark, with only the light from his phone screen illuminating his face, cutting his expression into fragments of light and shadow.

He has lost a lot of weight.

Three days ago, he was a rosy-cheeked migrant worker with a bit of a beer belly and a kind, honest smile.

Now his cheeks are sunken, his cheekbones are high and protruding, his eye sockets are deep, his eyes are full of blood vessels, and his irises are stained dark red with blood.

He no longer looks like a living person.

Like a walking corpse driven by hatred.

"teacher."

He spoke.

The sound was very soft, so soft that it was almost inaudible.

"Do you still remember that sentence?"

A person can bend over temporarily, but cannot live on their knees.

At that time, he was sitting in the last row of the classroom by the window, looking at the line of chalk writing on the blackboard, and thinking to himself, "This sentence is really well said."

Later, he was beaten and his back was broken at the construction site. He knelt on the ground, curled up in a ball, and all he could think about was what his teacher had said.

He didn't live on his knees.

He was kneeling because he couldn't stand up.

He then stood up.

The cost was 173 lives.

"Cousin-in-law".

He spoke again, but his voice was even softer.

"Is Niu Niu alright?"

On the phone screen, my uncle's face was frozen there, his eyes red, calling out, "Gouwa, come back."

Song Chao stretched out his blood-stained fingers and gently touched his cousin's face on the screen.

The daughter he raised for three years was not his.

For the past three years, he worked tirelessly on the construction site from dawn till dusk, saving every penny to send home.

He wouldn't even smoke a pack of cigarettes he had just bought; his fingers were covered in calluses from the steel bars.

He saved up money for Niu Niu to renovate her art studio.

Niu Niu loves to draw, and she's really good at it. Her kindergarten teachers all praise her for her talent.

He wanted to decorate the most beautiful art studio for Niu Niu, paint the walls pink, and buy the best paintbrushes.

The art studio is gone now.

Niu Niu is not his daughter.

But his milk candy is real.

The orange-flavored milk candy he placed in Niu Niu's hand before he left was real.

"I will not surrender."