Arranged marriage, love blossoms; a fiercely devoted soldier dotes on her alone.

"Waaah..."

The Maybach sped out of the highway exit.

Xiao Zhan calmly said, "Shen Jun, pull over at the tollbooth ahead. Let's see what kind of monsters dare to follow our car. Damn it, they're courting death."

Shen Jun exclaimed excitedly, "It's an instructor!"

"Hahaha, time to go on a killing spree again."

Xiao Zhan then said to Qin Huanhuan and Liang Yanhong, "This is an armored vehicle; you are very safe inside."

Having experienced several unexpected incidents, Qin Huanhuan remained unusually calm and said, "My mom and I aren't getting off the bus."

"You two be careful."

At this moment, Shen Jun turned the car around and pulled it to the side of the road.

"squeak!"

A piercing screech of brakes suddenly erupted…

There happened to be a police car parked on the side of the road, with two police officers chatting beside it. They looked up when they heard the sound of brakes...

Shen Jun reached into the toolbox on the passenger side and pulled out two pistols, handing one to Xiao Zhan and keeping the other for himself.

"Snap!"

"Snap!"

Xiao Zhan and Shen Jun almost simultaneously pulled the bolts to chamber bullets, and then almost simultaneously pushed open the car doors and jumped out...

Just then, the black SUV following behind arrived.

Shen Jun pointed his gun at the SUV driver and shouted, "Stop the vehicle! Don't resist, or I'll shoot you dead on the spot!"

"squeak!"

The driver slammed on the brakes, quickly rolled down the window, and raised his hands, saying, "Young Master Xiao, don't misunderstand, we're on the same side."

When the two policemen saw that Xiao Zhan and Shen Jun both had guns, they were immediately alarmed. They both drew their pistols and pointed them at Xiao Zhan, with one of them shouting, "Police, put down your guns!"

Another person, holding a walkie-talkie, called out: "Command center requests backup. Unidentified armed personnel spotted at the highway exit."

At this moment, Xiao Zhan calmly said, "We're on the same side."

Then he took out his ID and threw it to the policeman with the walkie-talkie.

The policeman took the badge, looked at its contents, and his expression changed drastically. He looked up at Xiao Zhan, then at the badge, and asked, "Sir, what happened?"

Just then, another black car sped up, the window rolled down, and Wang Guoyong stuck his head out and shouted, "Young Master Xiao, it's me, one of our own!"

Upon seeing that it was Wang Guoyong, Xiao Zhan waved to Shen Jun and said, "Put the gun away."

Shen Jun: "Yes."

Then, with the pistol muzzle pointing downwards, he walked to Xiao Zhan's side and said menacingly to the policeman who had previously pointed a gun at Xiao Zhan, "If you dare point a gun at the instructor again, I'll blow your head off."

The policeman looked awkwardly at Wang Guoyong, who was getting out of the car, and said, "Director Wang, I was just enforcing the law."

Wang Guoyong: "It was a misunderstanding. The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple. We were all family members who didn't recognize each other. It was all my fault for not thinking things through."

Xiao Zhan raised an eyebrow and asked, "Director Wang, what exactly is going on?"

Wang Guoyong: "Young Master Xiao, it's like this. I received information that someone wanted to harm you, so I sent someone to follow you and protect you secretly. However, since the source of the information was unknown and could not be confirmed, I did not inform you. I did not expect that you were too cautious and vigilant and discovered that you were being followed, which led to this huge misunderstanding."

That's it!

Xiao Zhan calmly replied, "Director Wang, thank you for your thoughtfulness."

"Have they found out who's been working against me?"

Wang Guoyong stepped forward and approached Xiao Zhan, whispering, "Young Master Xiao, do you know Liu Chuanren?"

Xiao Zhan's face darkened: "So it was this despicable scoundrel?"

.....................

The walls of Qincheng Prison are gray, as is the sky.

Liu Chuanren hadn't seen any other colors in a long time.

Since he was imprisoned here, his world has lost all its vibrant colors, leaving only a monotonous, suffocating gray.

He was no longer the powerful and influential Young Master Liu, nor the beloved eldest grandson of the central government's powerful leader. He was merely a number, a prisoner waiting for his life to slowly decay in endless regret and despair.

Day by day passed,

Despair only intensifies.

Until three days ago, the news of my grandfather Liu Shiyuan's death was like a cold winter wind that pierced through the high walls and electric fences and blew into this heavily guarded prison.

The message was given to him by the guard during a routine round, in a tone devoid of any emotion.

There was no sympathy, no pity.

It was as if it were just stating today's weather.

"Liu Chuanren, your grandfather Liu Shiyuan passed away in the hospital last night. Your father Liu Shutao could not withstand the blow and suffered a heart attack on the spot. He died despite all efforts to save him."

that moment,

Liu Chuanren's mind went completely blank for a moment.

He didn't cry or make a fuss; he just sat blankly on the bed, staring unfocused at the welded-together iron window.

He thought he would break down, become hysterical, and howl like a desperate, trapped beast.

But he didn't have any of that; deep down, he seemed to have long been numb, even dead.

His grandfather's downfall and the destruction of his family had already crushed all his spirit and hope.

The news of my grandfather and father's deaths is nothing more than another handful of insignificant dust rising from a pile of ruins.

He even thought, somewhat ridiculously, that it would be better to die, to save himself from the torment of living and the humiliation inflicted by the victors…

Once you're dead, you won't have to face all of this anymore, you won't have to endure that relentless scrutiny and contempt, and you won't have to toss and turn over a doomed defeat.

The Liu family has become a thing of the past, a history of the rise and fall of a family.

In fact, the Liu family was completely finished the moment Grandpa was taken away from the top-level meeting at the central level.

He, Liu Chuanren, was nothing more than a passenger on this sunken ship, bound and waiting to drown.

For several days in a row,

Liu Chuanren remained silent, as still as a stone.

He ate on time, exercised on time, and underwent labor reform on time, mechanically performing everything a prisoner should do, but his soul seemed to have been ripped from his body.

The guards were happy to have some free time; a resigned prisoner was much easier to manage than a troublemaker.

It wasn't until an afternoon a week later, during the routine family visitation time, that things changed.

It wasn't his long-distance relatives who came, nor his former partners who had scattered like monkeys after the tree fell, but the former steward of the Liu family, a man in his sixties with gray hair named Liu Qiang.

Liu Qiang was one of the people Grandpa trusted most, and he was also the "white glove" who handled countless "dirty jobs" for the Liu family back then.

On the night the Liu family had their accident, he disappeared immediately. Everyone thought he had already absconded with the money, but no one expected him to reappear.

Through the thick bulletproof glass, Liu Chuanren looked at the butler he once knew so well, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Liu Qiang's face had aged considerably, but his eyes remained sharp and calm, carrying a sinister ruthlessness...

He didn't say anything to comfort her; he simply picked up the phone and calmly looked at Liu Chuanren.

"Chuanren, I've come on behalf of your grandfather."

Liu Qiang's voice, slightly hoarse, came through the electrical current and reached Liu Chuanren's ears.

Liu Chuanren gave a bitter smile: "Entrust? Father is dead, grandfather is dead, what else can he entrust?"

"Are you entrusting me to reform myself well and try to get a reduced sentence?"

Liu Qiang shook his head, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

"No, he asked me to give you something."

As Liu Qiang spoke, he took a brown paper document bag from his briefcase and handed it to the prison guard next to him.

The document bag was very thin and underwent a strict "inspection" before being handed over to Liu Chuanren by the prison guards.

Liu Chuanren opened the file bag with suspicion; inside was only a letter.

The envelope was just the most common white envelope on the market, with no writing on it.

With suspicion, Liu Chuanren tore open the seal, only to pull out a letter that made his blood freeze instantly.

Because of that familiar, vigorous handwriting.

It was made by my grandfather, Liu Shiyuan!

This is not a suicide note, because the date on it is the day before his grandfather was officially declared dead!

Liu Chuanren's heart suddenly started pounding wildly...