In the luxurious hospital room, Meng Zihan looked at the text message, sneered, and deleted it casually.

die?

She just crawled back from the brink of death, is she still afraid of dying?

All she knows now is that she is alive again.

As for what will happen in the future, she no longer cares.

Focusing on what's in front of you is the most important thing.

Zhou Shixian got angry when he didn't get a response from Meng Zihan.

That woman, Meng Zihan, has grown up and climbed onto Director Zhang's big tree, kicking him, her old master, aside.

Zhou Shixian has been in business for so many years, when has he ever suffered such a loss in silence?

He still fell for a woman!

He can't touch Meng Zihan, but can't he deal with Meng Zihan's gambling father?

He made a phone call: "Go find a guy named Meng Xuejun. He does odd jobs on construction sites on Lamma Island and hangs out at underground gambling dens at night. Bring him to me."

Two days later, Zhou Shixian met Meng Xuejun in a small, shabby hotel room in the port city.

Meng Xuejun had just been dragged off the card table, and he still smelled of cigarettes and alcohol from the previous night.

He was being held on either side of two burly men in black. When he saw Zhou Shixian sitting in a chair, leisurely drinking tea, he was so frightened that his legs trembled and he almost knelt down.

"Mr. Zhou... Mr. Zhou... what do you want to see me about?" Meng Xuejun stammered.

Of course he recognized Zhou Shixian.

He had been on the run for a while to avoid gambling debts.

After shaking off the debt collectors in the casino, he returned to Hong Kong.

Seeing that Meng Zihan had started a company again and moved into a luxury apartment, he had another idea and decided to ask Meng Zihan for some money.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Zhou Shixian beating Meng Zihan to death. He was so frightened that he turned and ran away, afraid that if he was too slow, he would be implicated.

He thought he had hidden far enough, but he was still found.

He had only one thought in his mind: It's over, I'm doomed this time. Had the casino's creditors found him through Zhou Shixian?

Zhou Shixian put down his teacup, his face revealing neither joy nor anger.

He waved his hand, signaling the two burly men to release Meng Xuejun.

Meng Xuejun's legs went weak, and he could only stand up by leaning against the wall.

“Mr. Meng, don’t be nervous, have a seat.” Zhou Shixian pointed to the small stool opposite him. “I called you here not for anything else, but for your daughter.”

Upon hearing that it was about Meng Zihan, Meng Xuejun cursed inwardly that Meng Zihan was a troublemaker: "Zihan... what happened to Zihan?"

"Sigh," Zhou Shixian sighed, "Zihan and I had a little tiff. You know her temper; once she gets angry, she doesn't care about anyone, not even family. So, she was sulking with me and ran outside."

"I'm a grown man, I'm too embarrassed to lower myself to coax her. You're her father, go and persuade her to come back. How can family members hold grudges overnight?"

As he spoke, he took out a thick wad of Hong Kong dollars from his bag and pushed it onto the table in front of Meng Xuejun; it must have been at least ten or twenty thousand dollars.

"This is a reward for your hard work. As long as you persuade Zihan to come back, you'll get plenty of benefits in the future."

Meng Xuejun's eyes lit up immediately, and he stared intently at the stack of money, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

It turns out it was just a quarrel between the young couple!

He immediately put himself in the role of the "father-in-law," and straightened his back a bit.

He cleared his throat, pretended to push some money back, and adopted a condescending tone: "Mr. Zhou, you're being too polite. Zihan is my daughter; her affairs are my affairs."

"However... you can't spoil a woman too much. If you're too good to her, she'll get arrogant. Listen to me, I'll handle this. Give her the cold shoulder for a few days, let her know she can't live without you. I'll go find her in a few days and have a good talk with her, and I guarantee she'll come back to you obediently!"

Looking at his smug face, Zhou Shixian sneered inwardly, but nodded outwardly: "Then I'll leave it all to Boss Meng."

Meng Xuejun took the money and left, expressing his deepest gratitude.

He had no intention of looking for Meng Zihan; that very night, he plunged into the casino, hoping to win back all the money he had lost.

As expected, in less than three days, the money was all gone, and he ended up with a mountain of debt.

That night, he was cornered in that run-down hotel again.

It was Zhou Shixian again, and those two burly men in black.

This time, however, there was no trace of a smile on Zhou Shixian's face.

"Where's the money?" Zhou Shixian asked.

"Mr. Zhou... I... I'm having bad luck..." Meng Xuejun was so scared that his teeth were chattering.

"What about what I asked you to do?" Zhou Shixian's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling sense of oppression.

"I...I'll go right now, I'll go right now..."

"Too late." Zhou Shixian stood up, walked up to him, and patted his face lightly, but it made Meng Xuejun tremble with fear. "Meng Zihan has hooked up with someone else now and has completely broken up with me. I'm going to settle this score with you."

He paused, then said, word by word, "I'm giving you two choices. First, return the money I gave you, with interest. Second, go and bring Meng Zihan back to me. If you can't do either of those..."

He leaned close to Meng Xuejun's ear and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "I'll chop you into eight pieces and throw you into the sea to feed the fish."

A strong smell of urine emanated from Meng Xuejun's crotch.

He collapsed to the ground, trembling violently.

Pay him back? How will he pay him back?

Go find Meng Zihan?

He dared not!

He owes a huge debt to the casinos in Macau, and there's a chance that debt collectors are lurking around Meng Zihan.

If he went to Meng Zihan and Meng Zihan reported him, Zhou Shixian would either tear him to pieces or he would be beaten to death by those debt collectors!

Meng Xuejun was left in the hotel and didn't sleep a wink all night.

As dawn approached, a crazy idea popped into his head.

Go back to Jiangcheng! Go back to my hometown!

Find his sister, Meng Xueyun!

From childhood to adulthood, no matter how much trouble he caused, Meng Xueyun would always help him in the end.

She was his only hope in this world!

He packed his meager belongings overnight, used the few dozen yuan he had left to buy the cheapest green train ticket, and fled back to Jiangcheng.

In Jiangcheng City, Ye Zhenghua had just been discharged from the hospital and returned home. Meng Xueyun specially stewed a pot of chicken soup to help him recover.

Just as I put the chicken soup on the table, I heard a series of urgent knocks on the door.

"Who is it? Coming at this hour?"

Meng Xueyun muttered something impatiently and got up to open the door.

The door was just cracked open when a dark figure squeezed in and then knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"Sister! Help me! Help me!"