The game's heroine has come true? The aloof school beauty is in tears.

Only two people remained in the ward.

The mysterious man and Lu Yuan.

"How's the injury?"

"Headache, foot pain, headache, sciatica, rib pain, my whole body aches..."

"Where does it not hurt?"

"It hurts everywhere."

"Pain made Huang Zhiyu go to such lengths?" The mysterious man looked at Lu Yuan meaningfully. "Was this all an act for me?"

"Everyone knows that woman is heartless. Not to mention me, even her father almost got shot by her."

"You've really suffered a lot." The mysterious man sighed in a mocking tone, continuing Lu Yuan's words, "You won't suffer for nothing; you'll definitely get what you deserve."

"For example?"

"Huang Zhiyu now has absolute power, isn't that enough?"

"That was because Huang Zhiyi had absolute power; I personally didn't gain any benefit whatsoever."

"What's the difference between Huang Zhiyu's and yours?"

"That's a huge difference. I can't control her at all..."

Just as Lu Yuan was about to accuse Huang Zhiyu of his evil deeds, the mysterious man glared at him and stopped him: "Acting is tiring. Since you're sick, save your energy."

"Isn't it boring to just stay here?"

Lu Yuan smiled, but inwardly he was cursing.

Damn, they didn't give me any more than that.

"I'm actually very curious about one thing: how did you guess my stance?"

I didn't guess it.

Lu Yuan shook his head vigorously and said, "I only know that if there are people with different stances than me, there must also be people with the same stance as me. So the more I insist on my stance, the more the enemy hates me, and the more my allies take me seriously."

"That's true. If you choose to run back to the mainland again this time, I definitely won't get involved."

Lu Yuan nodded, although he didn't know which faction the man in front of him belonged to, or even how many factions there were above.

But clearly, this mysterious man shares the same stance.

Some people want to portray the crown prince as a negative character in order to tarnish his hometown.

But some people don't want that either.

So all he needs to do is prove to people that his stance is very firm and he won't resort to backstabbing.

However, "not betraying someone" cannot be said; it must be proven with actions.

So Lu Yuan fabricated a complete chain of death for himself, from publicly selling his shares, stirring up internal strife and being hunted down, resisting and repelling the gang alliance, to a regrettable end.

Through this whole story, his stance becomes very clear.

I would rather die here than be severed from my past identity and never be used as a political weapon.

This is very important.

Lu Yuan has truly severed ties; everything the Crown Prince possesses has nothing to do with Lu Yuan now.

Not only are his industry, reputation, and power irrelevant, but his dark history of smuggling and gang warfare is also no longer his concern.

Because the crown prince died in front of countless people.

But it's not acceptable for others to witness it.

The key point is what the official statement says: it's a done deal that the crown prince has been classified as a criminal.

But whether or not the crown prince's identity is emphasized is the key point here.

And that's where the mysterious man really put his effort into it.

Of course, Lu Yuan didn't know exactly how he exerted his strength, and the mysterious man wouldn't say either.

Just like Lu Yuan still doesn't know his name.

This clearly involves the political maneuvering mentioned above, and has nothing to do with Lu Yuan.

All Lu Yuan needs to do is complete all the preliminary tasks and wait for someone willing to lend a helping hand.

"Actually, you did one thing right."

Did he only get one thing right? Lu Yuan felt incredibly awesome about his entire performance.

But this kind of occasion is obviously not suitable for banter.

"That matter?"

"Yellow Cure."

When the matter was brought up, the mysterious man said, "You probably know yourself that it's impossible to cash out a lot of money here and take it away."

"certainly."

"Therefore, the image of Huang Zhiyu that he took over is crucial."

The mysterious man said, "She could never be a popular capitalist like you, otherwise she would have run for office in a few years and become a strong opponent for some people. You are popular, but Huang Zhiyi killed you, so she is destined to be despised. This makes her a capitalist that the higher-ups are happy to see, because no one is destined to vote for her."

Here's something funny: to completely ruin Huang Zhiyu's election campaign, her enemies almost immediately started preparing for her candidacy for elected representative, and artificially inflated her vote count. This led to a barrage of criticism against Huang Zhiyu, and vote-rigging became a stain on her record, since everyone knew that no one would vote for her at that time.

"is that so."

"So don't thank me, thank yourself."

After saying this, the mysterious man glanced out the window as he was about to leave, and then whispered:

"Your behavior is so flawed that dealing with you would be too costly. In addition, you have left yourself with a reliable death script, which has led your enemies to settle for a more controllable Huang Zhiyu. Otherwise, I would not have been able to help you even if I wanted to."

"You deserve my deepest gratitude; I won't let you help me for nothing."

Tell me about it.

"I'm planning to make a documentary, a documentary about the kinship between the two sides of the Taiwan Strait."

The mysterious man, perhaps not expecting the words "documentary" to appear in the conversation, looked up and frowned.

"What documentary?"

"It tells the story of a brother and sister who travel to Taiwan to find witnesses and live a life of poverty."

Lu Yuan pointed to the drawer next to him, indicating that the mysterious man should lend a hand and help take out the notebook.

His thoughts were written on it.

"I want to thank my sister here; it is because of her upbringing that I have become the person I am today."

That's right, the message that Lu Yuan prepared at Wu Yazi's window was the acknowledgment for this documentary.

This documentary is the gift he wanted to give to You Lian.

"How can you appear if you're dead?"

"They can only get attention because someone is dead."

Lu Yuan is preparing to film in his official capacity as a student at Nanjiang University of Science and Technology, who was born in Daliushu Village.

As for his striking resemblance to the crown prince?

People only watch it because it looks so much like the prince; otherwise, who would watch it?

"Good idea, but we'll have to wait a while." The mysterious man thought carefully for a moment. "But besides gangsters, what else do you have to film?"

"There's plenty of room to film."

Lu Yuan knew that there was really nothing to film about gangsters, because it was boring.

Perhaps it was because everything came too fast and went too fast.

Lu Yuan didn't really have any deep feelings about gangsters.

If we must talk about the martial arts world, then wherever people gather in life, there is such a martial arts world.

"You can take photos everywhere: job markets, night markets, bar streets, shantytowns."

Everywhere is a world of its own, so everywhere you go, you'll find the same kind of people.

The shantytowns are crammed with people from the lower classes living in cramped spaces.

A wave of influx into the underworld gave rise to young men like Ah-Qiang and Wu Ya-Zai. Those lucky enough, like Wu Ya-Zai, survived and eventually got to have a drink at the Tail-Wearing Bar; those unlucky, like Ah-Qiang, ended up on their graves. The underworld also contained all sorts of people: Wang Heng, dreaming of becoming a gang leader; the mohawk-haired man who sold his life to the Wang family; Huang Fei-Yang, who spent his life fighting only to end in regret; Ah-Jie, lost in his desires; even Wang Hu, who clung to the old-fashioned gangster code of brotherhood; or the old-fashioned killer who retired to supplement his income.

But another wave surged into job markets and night markets, struggling to make a living: the family of Little Maruko who had sold meatballs her whole life, and Xu Zhen who single-handedly supported her entire family...

"I just want to tell everyone that we're all ordinary people, and there's nothing really different about us."

Lu Yuan nodded.

A smile unfolded behind the bandages covering his face.