Feng Yi had no desire to explain to Francis' raging curiosity, he simply stated that he had things to do, and then quickly left the room.

Francis scratched his head in confusion, feeling it was unjust that Feng Yi didn't even wait for him to finish speaking before evaporating, disappearing like smoke. He had wanted to tell Feng Yi that he was planning to leave Deseria City today, and to leave him with a cool farewell phrase. But it appeared necessary now to find a beautiful woman to heal his wounded spirit.

In fact, Francis had only rushed to the Martial Arts Hall upon learning that Feng Yi had arrived in Deseria City. He was on the last day of his leave, and with graduation approaching, he was working tirelessly to ensure he could attend the same college as his goddess.

But before he left, he decided to follow Feng Yi to investigate thoroughly. In his mind Feng Yi usually seemed perfectly at ease and composed, but his actions today were highly abnormal for him. Driven by curiosity, Francis quickly got dressed and followed him out of the room.

After not too long, Feng Yi and Lasso gradually made their way through the bustling streets. The two of them didn't speak much, and their pace wasn't particularly fast. They seemed to be silently experiencing a newfound sense of peace, soaking in the unbreakable bond of kinship, hoping this moment could last forever.

The artificial sun was so bright it was painful to look at. Feng Yi raised his hand, trying to grasp some warmth but only achieving a throbbing pain. This kind of anguish disturbed him deeply. Fengyi was the first to break the silence, his voice tremendously low, "hey, it's been a while since we had a stroll like this eh, old man?"

"Yeah!" Lasso was silent for a while, as if recalling something from the past. "The first time must have been when you were three, right? You could hardly speak then, and in a blink of an eye, more than ten years have gone by." He expressed this with heartfelt emotion.

Feng Yi responded with agreement, "And the last time, was when I was thirteen. You brought me a military knife from the capital as a birthday gift."

As he finished speaking, a glinting military knife abruptly appeared in Feng Yi's hand. The high-speed rotating knife made a resounding noise, as if it was expressing its owner's restless mood.

The sight of this scene brought a comforting smile to Lasso's face. "Child, you are a person with dreams and ambitions - but let me tell you, there are many, many people in this world with dreams. From the moment you take the first step, you will certainly pay a significant price. Those who have dreams are destined to be wounded, and may not be able to really get the results they expected. Even so, are you still going to insist on your path?"

"Of course, didn't you want me to be a good person? Often speak of power and responsibilities? In fact, as I see it, the so-called distinction between good and evil is nothing more than a lofty excuse found due to different positions. Persisting, self-disciplined is your consistent principle over the years. Honestly, may it be in the past or now, I never doubted you, so, I don't have any reason to question my judgement."

"Hehe, doing things with the heart in mind? The younger you didn't have this kind of awareness. " Lasso also knew how difficult it was to hear this from Feng Yi, always demanding himself. Perhaps this is the irreparable gap between the older and younger generation, he chuckled : "Kid, today your grandpa and you will have a good drink."

Feng Yi nodded, knowing that Lasso's old's legs were inconvenient, "stay here for a moment, I'll be back shortly."

With a bank card, there was no longer a need to worry about money. Feng Yi truly regarded Francis as a brother, what's mine is yours, with 150 Federal Coins, even going to a seven-star hotel would be more than enough, as long as he was not being wasteful.

However when Feng Yi walked out of the supermarket, he saw Francis waving his hands frantically , shouting :"Go away! What are you looking at? Move!" Francis was shooing the crowd while anxiously waiting for the ambulance.

"What's with this guy?"

"It seems life won't persist."

The bustling discussions around him deepened Feng Yi's confusion about what had just happened. A bad premonition suddenly swelled within him. When he stepped forward for a closer look, he shockingly discovered that the figure lying in front of the supermarket was an elderly man in a gray cloak, it was...

As he looked at the bloody ground and the scene unfolding before him, Feng Yi's face turned extremely pale. It was as if his blood had been drained instantaneously. He couldn't believe such a scene could happen in just a few minutes. At that moment, it was as if he had lost something precious. Madly rushing forward, he picked up Lasso. All he could feel was the gradually cooling body in his arms. The anguish in Feng Yi's heart was almost unbearable.

"Grandfather Lasso, wake up! Tell me, who did this?"

The familiar voice echoed in Lasso's ears. The old man's wrinkled face twitched, and then he slowly opened his eyes...only to see Feng Yi's extremely pale face.

"Child, who did it isn't important. I've told you not to grieve for me," Lasso's fragmented voice was barely cohesive. "When fate forces us down divergent paths, you will set out alone in pursuit of your ideals. You will meet many people. Everyone's thoughts and views may be different, but I hope you can think, decide, and choose in your own way. I trust your judgment. I am proud of you, I honor you, because I know... you honor me too."

Feng Yi shook his head. At that moment, countless words that he wanted to share with the old man welled up, but he didn't know where to begin. Eventually, these sentiments transformed into two streams of uncontrollable tears dribbling down his stoic face.

He was his guide, the one who held up his life with both hands and directed him down the right path. The figure who was like a father to him had just collapsed. Feng Yi could not accept this reality.

His thoughts traveled back to happier times, to birthdays where a towering figure would always present him with long-awaited gifts, pulling them seemingly out of thin air like a magic trick. As Feng Yi grew older, he began to realize that the towering figure was merely an ordinary person. From that moment on, the magical magician would not return.

"Grandfather Lasso, you made me look up to you, made me become independent, brave, confident, and strong. Thank you for being there all along. I won't let you down. You will be fine."

"Good." Lasso's voice grew even weaker as he struggled to retrieve a black mask from his pocket.

As a recluse who preferred to conceal his identity, whether donating to charities or doing anything else, Lasso explained, "I don't have much to leave you. I wore this during my cosmic travels. Consider it a memento… Oh yes, the password to open the Space Crystal is…" Lasso's voice gradually weakened into silence.

The instant the man in his arms stopped breathing, Feng Yi lost all strength. He barely managed to stand up, staggering for a few steps before teetering on the brink of a fall. Looking up at the gloomy sky, his mouth was bitter and his tightly clenched fists radiated a bone-crunching noise. He bore a ferocious expression, his bloodshot eyes seemingly ablaze with fury.

Heart of the Butterfly, huh? That damned top federal fugitive had her sights set on him. The provocative mark left behind on the ground left no room for guesswork. This assassin was infamous for leaving a butterfly imprint every time she struck, seemingly unafraid of being discovered.

Suddenly, Feng Yi picked up the faintest hint of a presence, originating from a skyscraper 300 meters away. That distinctive cold aura unique to assassins was indistinguishable to the untrained eye, but it couldn't escape Feng Yi's acute senses as an experienced warrior. Everything would be laid bare before him.

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