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In the early hours of the morning, the Central Military Region building was quiet.

On the top floor, only one pane of glass let in a dim, yellowish light.

Xizelu lowered his eyes, his gaze finally landing on the plate of potatoes next to him that had gone cold.

His knuckles trembled slightly as he picked up his fork, slowly plucked a piece, put it in his mouth, chewed a few times, but couldn't taste anything at all.

The screen emitted light, reflecting his dejected face, which suddenly overlapped with the figure of him fighting for food with a dog behind that heavy iron gate twenty years ago.

Her mother's disgusted voice echoed in her ears again and again.

"You are the product of a gene-breeding chamber. You are not my son at all. Remember, in public and in private, you are just a slave of the Xize family."

"Don't call me mother. I only have one son, Yuan'er. Get out."

"Just like your dead father, stubborn and repulsive. I only forced him out of my life, and he dared to die in my bed in protest. Did he really think he could threaten me like that? He deserved to die, and you, you little bastard... you deserve to die too!"

"Your purpose in life is to provide bone marrow for your brother. If he doesn't wake up, your blood will keep being drawn. Once he wakes up, your mission will be complete, and you can go and join your father."

"If it weren't for your brother, I would never have donated my eggs and given birth to this bastard."

"Come on, look up and see your brother."

The winter wind is biting and cold.

As a boy, Xizelu hunched over and found a discarded cotton coat in the manor's garbage dump. The coat had several large holes torn in it, but fortunately, he was small enough to barely cover his body.

He stood inside the iron fence that resembled a pigsty, with only a stray puppy for company.

A graceful and elegant woman led a boy of about seven or eight years old toward him.

The boy was dressed in a brocade robe, the fabric of which was smooth and shiny; he was clearly someone who had been raised in luxury.

Xizelu stared intently.

That was his older brother, the brother who was showered with love and affection.

The boy grinned and handed him a hot piece of food.

"Ugly duckling, eat up! Natural food is delicious; you've definitely never tasted it before."

Smelling the aroma of the food, the boy, Xize Lu, ran over excitedly, but the woman slapped the food out of his hand.

The potato rolled three times in the snow before being snatched away by a puppy that ran over.

"Yuan'er, listen to your mother and stay away from him. He has an infectious disease. Don't let yourself be infected by his dirty genes."

"Mother, he's so dirty. I never want to see him again."

"Okay, lock him up tomorrow."

As his thoughts returned, Xizelu stood up, picked up the plate of potatoes, and walked to the French windows.

With a height of over 700 floors, it offers a panoramic view of the entire central area of ​​the capital.

The brightly lit manor on the far west side is the Xize Manor, which is kept lit all night long, in order to pray that his brother would wake up from his trance soon.

He stared at the manor, which was more of a cage than a hopeful place, and suddenly remembered what he had heard from Lu Weiliang.

The girl's voice was soft and gentle, and although it wasn't loud, it seemed to be full of power.

"That's how people are; the more they crave someone's approval, the more they become enslaved by that person."

He had never thought about things from this perspective before, but now he realized that his constant expectation that his mother would treat him better and his secret rivalry with Xize Yuan were, in effect, empowering his mother.

In order to obtain that elusive maternal love, he was willing to cut off his own feet to fit the shoes, even at the cost of harming himself.

Over the years, he seems to have never been himself, but merely a puppet controlled by his mother.

But this poor puppet never received a mother's love.

With trembling hands, Xizelu picked up another potato, put it in his mouth, and tasted it. Although it was cold and had a raw, fishy smell, it was no longer tasteless.

He sent a message to Yan Zhigao.

[No need to send food.]

[By the way, was it delivered by Lu Weiliang herself?]

At this moment, Yan Zhigao was already dreaming and had no chance to pay attention to his message.

He had been watching that live stream. According to Yan Zhigao, these dishes were specially reserved by Lu Weiliang. So, Lu Weiliang knew his preferences.

Is it to atone for sins? Or to apologize? Or perhaps out of concern?

Yan Zhigao seemed to sense something. He got up to go to the bathroom, and by chance, he turned on his personal terminal and saw Xizelu's message. In his dazed state, he replied with a message.

[This was sent through someone else. Although he didn't come in person, I suspect that Director Lu is fond of you.]

Xizelu stared at the message, his brows furrowing tightly. If his subordinate could say something like that, he must be possessed by a demon.

Just as he was about to ask Lu Weiliang why she knew his preferences, a video call from the Ministry of Public Security came in urgently.

In the scene, the old minister was so anxious he almost jumped out: "Oh dear, Xiao Lu, Yan Mu has escaped from prison and is currently fighting with the blue-haired sentinels in the Black Forest. We sent three groups of sentinels, and they all came back lying down. They couldn't stop him at all."

"Xiao Lu, you handle this. Make sure you bring Yan Mu back."

……

The Black Forest is a polluted area.

In the boundless darkness, white and blue SSS-level spiritual energies intertwined and surged, shining blindingly in the deserted night.

Sha Ling and Yan Mu fought fiercely, their fists and palms swirling and causing leaves to flutter in the air.

The silver-white snow wolf, however, lay lazily under the tree, its eyelids drooping, displaying a leisurely state of indifference.

Yan Mu, his face veiled in black, used his empathy to connect with the Snow Wolf's gaze and suddenly threw a heavy punch at Sha Ling: "You mute, didn't you have misogyny? Why are you so intimate with my fiancée?"

Sha Ling dodged to the side, barely avoiding the heavy punch.

His face was cold and sullen, and he had countless objections in his heart, but he couldn't utter a single word. He couldn't possibly stop at this critical moment of life and death and start using sign language to communicate with her, could he?

Seeing this, Yan Mu became even more excited and provocatively said:

"Why aren't you saying anything? Aren't you her first publicly acknowledged whistleblower? You must be very favored, right?"

"Oh, I forgot, you're mute and can't speak."

"How was it holding her hand? Did she kiss you? Looks like your misogyny has been cured, and you can have intimate contact with women now?"

Yan Mu's mouth was like a rented one, firing off a barrage of attacks.

Sha Ling didn't care what he said at all. The wife had said that this man was a liar who would lie without thinking. As for his claim of misogyny, in Sha Ling's opinion, it was because he and the wife had a close relationship and he wanted to sow discord between them.

The image of his wife seeing Yan Mu, like a mouse seeing a cat, gradually surfaced in his mind. He now had only one thought in his mind.

The wife was left "widowed!"

Sha Ling channeled her spiritual power, causing countless ice spikes to condense in mid-air.

All the ice cones gathered behind him into an ice crystal disc, hovering quietly and rotating slowly, with a bone-chilling cold spreading outwards, creating an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

Judging from this momentum, if all the ice spikes were to pierce down, Yan Mu would either be killed or seriously injured.

But Yan Mu's face showed no sign of panic; instead, a hint of relaxation appeared.

Through empathy, Yan Mu could clearly sense a scorching aura tearing through the air and rapidly approaching.

A barely perceptible smile played at the corners of his lips:

"This is interesting. Another one with a title... has arrived."