"As for you, I know you don't want to get involved with Desert Market, and I can guarantee that once this period is over and Yubo is safe, you definitely won't have any trouble.

Even if this old body of mine can't hold up, I wouldn't leave unrelated people in a pit of fire."

It sounded plausible, perhaps sincere, or perhaps deceptive, but Ji Jue didn't care. Since he had started meddling in Chen Yubo's life and death, he had been prepared to face the consequences.

The worst I could do is wash my hands of it and hide in my workshop. Lei Yaoxing, no matter how powerful and impressive you are, come bite me in the Northern Mountain District, huh?

Isn't this the confidence that two golden legs have given me?

"What about you?"

Finally, he asked again, but it wasn't the same question.

"Me..."

In a brief silence, Old Lin chuckled self-mockingly: "I've toiled for half my life, I'm old now, with no ambitions or dreams left. I've followed around eight or nine bosses over the years, not one of them met a good end.

That's the way of White Deer Path, you could rise to fame overnight, or end up dead on the street the next.

If I really had to say, I just want to see things through."

Ji Jue said nothing more, just watched Old Lin leave.

After a long while, he suddenly slapped his forehead, finally realizing: damn, it seems I've cracked the case!

Was Chen Xingshou the one you took down?

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"I don't know why, but people who get involved with you usually don't end up well."

In the afternoon, outside Cliff City, at another secluded dock. Old Lin, who had been waiting for a while, leaned against his car smoking, finally saw a car stop not far away and a scrawny old man get out.

The moment they met, he launched into a complaint at Old Lin.

His hair was completely white, he was yawning as if he hadn't slept for a long time, and his eyes were bloodshot. Unwashed hair still had blood in it.

"Making a bit of money off you guys is really troublesome. At this old age, still working so long, Chen Xingshou is barely breathing, and I nearly got sent off by him."

The old man's steps were staggering, like he was dizzy, and he had to lean on the wall after just a few steps: "I've done all I could, don't blame me if anything else happens, I'm not the King of Hell, don't keep the book of life and death."

"Doctor, you've worked hard. This is your agreed payment, doubled."

Old Lin signaled his subordinates to deliver the reward, pointing to the plain boat behind him: "Everything is arranged, you can get to Tide City tonight."

"Although as a doctor I shouldn't say this, I really don't have any medical ethics, so please forgive me."

The old man counted the money in the box casually: "Using a dose of Miracle Medicine on him was a waste.

That's something that could save a high-rank Chosen One with just one injection. Using it on an ordinary person like him is just a damn waste of heavenly resources.

With his recovery power, even with the 'hospital's' technology, it'll be tough to survive the aftereffects. If he comes back to life, he'll be a vegetable, and no one knows when he could wake up.

I really don't know what you're aiming for."

"Being alive is good enough."

Old Lin smiled, relaxed: "As long as he's alive, there's a future."

The old man paused, unable to understand: "Wait, you have so much confidence in him?"

"Not in him, in himself."

Old Lin lit a cigarette, exhaling a wisp of blue smoke: "He once told me, a man's life must be held in his own hands. No one has the right to take it away.

Now, the opportunity to prove it has come..."

He paused, gazing at the vast city above the azure sea, "It's all up to whether he can make it."

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