Behind her, Pang Siyi's little daughter lowered her eyes and cried inconsolably.

He looked at Pang Siyu, "You are the eldest, please take care of the family and the outside world..."

"You are not smart enough, but your brother is smart, you can ask him more questions."

Pang Siyuan, who was standing aside with his head down, clenched his fists.

"The third one..."

He looked up and met his smiling eyes.

Pang Siyuan walked closer, knelt beside the bed and looked at him, "Dad,"

"Well, Dad knows that everything you do is for the Pang family. The development of Hong Kong City is still too fast. If you don't want to continue fighting, you can only find a way to move forward. I understand..."

Pang Dajun's eyes suddenly became clear, and he took a breath. "Your personality is exactly the same as mine. Dad can't blame you for anything... I know it's not easy for you, but son, Dad still hopes... after you achieve your goal,"

"Being able to give up things that shouldn't be touched..."

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, and Pang Siyuan knelt forward with his head lowered beside his hand.

Touching his head, Pang Dajun sighed, "When Dad was young, he was very ambitious. He was unwilling to be inferior to others and always wanted to move up. But as time went by, some things in his heart became clearer and clearer. So Dad did a lot of things to make up for it, thinking that he would live up to people's expectations."

"Third brother, Dad doesn't want you to regret it, so listen to Dad and don't sink too deep."

"Pang family, how far should we go? In the end, all we have to go is empty and useless."

Pang Siyuan lowered his head and listened quietly. No one knew what he was thinking.

Pang Dajun looked at his grandchildren behind him and said, "When Qinwen and the others get up, you should also take a break. Power will make people become unlike themselves and will make them tired..."

"Qinwen,"

Pang Qinwen came to the front, "Grandpa,"

"Hey," he smiled kindly, "Take good care of your brothers and sisters."

He grabbed Pang Dajun's hand and said, "Grandpa, can I call the sister of the Fu family to come to you? She is a doctor, let her treat you. At least... wait for your great-grandson to come and take a look at him... okay?"

There was a hint of tears in his last sentence.

Pang Dajun laughed and said, "Grandpa is tired."

"When the little one is born...just bring him to see me."

He glanced at his children and grandchildren who were either kneeling or crying in the room, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. "In my life..."

“Actually, I should be satisfied…”

"I went off track when I was young. Although I shouldn't have....but I didn't think it was wrong at the time. I just felt that I could be more successful in another place, but in my heart..."

He didn't feel guilty, after all, they were all ghost killers, he just changed to a path he thought was more sensible.

"Then... things started to change..."

Beat your own people?

He can't do it.

After all, on the other side is his sworn brother and his compatriot.

He began to escape and even secretly aided the enemy.

Pang Dajun's eyes suddenly became clear: "I just miss home..."

He vaguely saw Fu Qinli wearing a tattered military uniform, and the two of them knelt down and swore brotherhood at the instigation of other comrades.

"Brother Jun, you are one year older than me, so you are my older brother..."

"Okay, let's support each other in the future..."

"Qinli...I miss you,"

Seeing him clearly on his deathbed, Pang Siyuan's chest rose and fell violently. He stepped forward and grabbed his hand, gritting his teeth and saying, "Dad!!"

"We are your family... Home is where we are..."

Pang Siyu glared at him, "Third brother,"

Pang Siyuan still looked at Pang Dajun, "You have thought about the past to this extent, have you ever thought about us? How do you want us, your children, to deal with it?"