The child, wrapped in Fu Cheng's suit jacket, cried loudly. Mo Huaixing held the child, somewhat at a loss.

Fu Cheng finally looked up at Mo Huaixing and asked, "Is being a policeman really that good?"

Mo Huaixing paused for a moment, answered with a "yes", and continued, "In order to bring bad people to justice, and so that people like my brother no longer have to live such a life."

Fu Cheng gave a self-deprecating laugh: "In your eyes, am I not a bad person?"

"No, never." Mo Huaixing lifted his bleeding arm, revealing a clear teeth mark on his forearm. "This is from me."

When was that story? It was when he was only ten years old, he made a homemade gun and broke into Fu Yuanshan's drug den alone, nearly losing his life. It was Fu Cheng, only thirteen years old, who saved him and personally escorted him away from the danger.

"If it weren't for you, he would have died long ago."

The story never began with him saving him, but rather with him saving him. Mo Huaixing gripped his hand tightly and pleaded, "Brother, come with me."

Fu Cheng shook his head. "It's too late."

"It's not too late. Brother, have you ever heard the saying, 'If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening'?"

"Really?" Fu Cheng looked at the child in Mo Huaixing's arms, the small body covered in bruises. That was his and Lin Shuang's child; he didn't know if the child would survive.

"Okay, I'll go back with you." Fu Cheng shouted, and everyone stopped attacking. He stood up and picked up Lin Shuang.

Seeing the severity of his arm injury, Mo Huaixing said, "Let me carry my sister-in-law!"

"No need, you lead the way."

Fu Cheng watched Mo Huaixing's retreating figure, then looked up at the bright sun. It wasn't that he didn't yearn for the light; it was just that someone who had walked in darkness for so long couldn't bear the scorching sun.

A gunshot rang out. Mo Huaixing turned his head and saw Fu Cheng lying in a pool of blood, holding Lin Shuang.

The intense gunfire subsided into silence. Walking along the rugged mountain path, Fu Yuanshan gazed at the tranquil battlefield, lost in thought. His own son had been intent on killing him, while the son he had raised had sacrificed his life to save him.

Have I really lost?