"I'm in the Dragon Clan, what the heck is the Naruto Counterattack System?"

Chu Zihang didn't know what his expression was like at that moment.

He only remembers shaking his head and replying, "That man might be a competent killer, but he doesn't deserve to be a husband or a father. His wife and children have many reasons to hate him, but..."

"Does the child we saved really have the right to hate? Even if we do hate, what good is it? The person we hated is already dead. This hatred will only torment us."

"Want to hear my answer?" Qi Xiuyuan said with a smile. "In my eyes, he is not only unworthy of being a father and a husband, he is not even worthy of being an assassin."

"Knowing full well that he is a killer who lives on the edge of a knife, knowing full well that he carries a heavy burden, knowing full well that he cannot bring a future to others, he still deceives others because of his own selfish desires."

"He is a good-for-nothing, a selfish good-for-nothing, a despicable good-for-nothing, a pretentious good-for-nothing. His so-called love for his wife and children is nothing but wishful thinking and self-righteousness."

"..." As Qi Xiuyuan calmly denied it, Chu Zihang's breathing became heavy, and he blurted out, "What if it were you?"

"If it were me, I wouldn't have taken advantage of a woman's body in the first place," Qi Xiuyuan said with a smile. "Even assuming I did, I would tell my wife and children the truth and let them make their own choice."

"If they are willing to face the unknown threats with me, I will do everything in my power to protect them, even if it costs me my life. I will die before them and face death with equanimity."

"If they are unwilling, I will do my best to compensate them, even if such compensation cannot completely make up for it. At the same time, I will keep my distance from them and die in a deserted corner so that they will not feel guilty."

At this point, Qi Xiuyuan paused for a moment, and Chu Zihang, noticing his gaze, slowly nodded.

"You're right, I feel the same way." He lowered his eyes slightly. "If I were that child, I wouldn't choose to run away when faced with a certain death, because I wouldn't want to owe him anything."

Qi Xiuyuan beside him stopped, and he also stopped subconsciously. When he turned around, he was met with a pair of dark eyes.

"Even if he is the source of all suffering?"

"Even if he is the source of all suffering," he nodded. "I owe him this life, and I can simply give it back to him. Whether I live or die in the end, I will owe him nothing more, and we will have no further relationship from now on."

"Alright, Chu Nezha, who returned his bones to his father and his flesh to his mother." Qi Xiuyuan joked with a smile, "That one sentence from you is enough. At least I didn't misjudge you. You are much better than that man."

"Now, don't blink, and feel it carefully."

As he spoke, Qi Xiuyuan slowly raised one hand and made a hand seal with the other, illuminating the dim road.

A surging, scorching flame rose from his palm, the rolling heat waves like a giant dragon spitting out tongues of fire, blowing the black hair on his forehead and illuminating his handsome face.

The firelight was reflected in Chu Zihang's black pupils, and Qi Xiuyuan in front of him seemed to have become a monarch, even the raging flames were docile in front of him.

This was a power that Chu Zihang could not even imagine.

"I'm an anomaly," Qi Xiuyuan laughed. "You're an anomaly too, an anomaly unlike me."

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Tick-tock...tick-tock...

A faint sound came to Chu Zihang's attention, bringing him back to his senses.

He subconsciously turned his head and, without realizing it, had already walked to the bathroom. The sound was coming from a faucet that wasn't turned off properly.

Chu Zihang turned on the tap and looked up at the mirror in front of him.

With his well-defined features, broad forehead, straight nose, strong eyebrows, and warm, dark eyes, even if the photo were posted on a wanted poster, people would mistake it for a certificate of being a model student at school.

It used to be like that. Chu Zihang, who lived here, was a good student. He was obedient and sensible, liked playing basketball, liked reading, had no bad habits, and had no violent tendencies. Even his favorite idol was the "high-quality idol" Wang Leehom.

Sometimes, Chu Zihang himself felt that such a person was as pale as a paper doll, but his parents were proud to have such a paper doll-like "high-quality offspring".

Chu Zihang didn't blame them. He put on a pale and handsome appearance just to make his parents happy. As for whether he was real or fake in their eyes, it didn't matter.

but now……

"An outcast?"

The expressionless face in the mirror now showed a hint of confusion.

If he really were an oddball, they probably wouldn't be so proud.

Nobody likes someone who is different.

Apart from those of the same kind who are different.

"……call."

Chu Zihang slowly exhaled a sigh of frustration and glanced at his phone.

It's already 2 a.m.

Hey.

Just then, his phone vibrated, and Chu Zihang opened the message.

Qi Xiuyuan: All is well.

Looking at Qi Xiuyuan's message, Chu Zihang let out a breath and his fingers flew across the keyboard.

[Chu Zihang: All is well.]

Regardless of whether he is an outcast or not, he will not allow anyone to hurt his mentally challenged mother.

Chu Zihang walked out of the bathroom with a deep look in his eyes, went into his bedroom, and closed the door.

Click.

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The sea of ​​clouds on the horizon was made hazy by the gradually rising sunlight.

Outside the Peacock Mansion, under the dim light, the lawn in the courtyard was completely silent, and there wasn't even the sound of crickets chirping in the bushes.

Iron thorns stand atop the black and red wall surrounding the courtyard, beyond which lies the dark street. The nearest streetlamp is ten meters away, its dim light barely illuminating the entire courtyard.

A dark figure swept past silently and quietly opened the villa door.

Click.

The sound of the door opening was barely audible.

A dark figure swept into the entrance hall, bringing with it the wind outside, and pulled a cold, hard black gun from his pocket.

Until he cautiously and silently stepped into the living room...

pat.

The lights came on, and the previously dimly lit living room suddenly became as bright as day.

Almost instinctively, the shadowy figure instantly raised the gun in his hand.

But the next moment, his gaze suddenly shifted to the right.

There sat a boy with a youthful and innocent face, his calm black eyes reflecting the face of a man.

Although the scene was as calm as still water, the man felt that the gaze was burning hot, as if it wanted to incinerate him.

But soon, the feeling disappeared, as if it were just his imagination.

"What's going on?"

The man narrowed his eyes, pointed the gun at Chu Zihang, and said in a relaxed and lazy tone, "So there's only one child."

Despite saying this, his gun barrel didn't shift at all. He slowly walked to Chu Zihang's table and sat down.

"Kid, don't worry, my mission is just to take you away, not to kill you."

The man placed the gun on the table beside him, looked at Chu Zihang in front of him, and said with some curiosity, "But I'm curious, why aren't you afraid of me?"

Chu Zihang didn't answer. He looked at the gun on the table and said calmly, "Put the gun there..."

"Are you sure everything's okay?"

Upon hearing this, the man paused for a moment, then couldn't help but chuckle: "If you're so capable of robbing, then go ahead and try."

"However, the consequence of failure is death."