Feng Shanlang hadn't seen Lao Wu for a long time; whenever Lao Wu needed to buy something, Feng Sanshui would go in person.

So when he saw Old Wu, who looked like a skull, he dropped the cigarette he was holding.

"Brother Wu?" His bald scalp and withered, aged skin covered his bones, making him look like a living skeleton. The only difference was that he had a pair of protruding eyes.

Old Wu sat in his wheelchair, his purplish lips trembling slightly. Just as he was about to speak, he was struck by a violent cough, so violent it seemed as if he were coughing up his heart, liver, and lungs. Startled, Feng Shanlang snapped back to reality and immediately rushed forward to help him catch his breath. "Brother Wu, what happened to you? How did you get so thin?" He placed his hand on Old Wu's back, the sharp, knife-like spine pressing against him, making Feng Shanlang feel a tightness in his chest.

Old Wu was only five years older than his brother. Logically speaking, Old Wu should be in his forties at most, in the prime of his life. How could he suddenly be like this? An ominous premonition gathered in his heart. Old Wu's condition was very likely due to a serious illness. Otherwise, given Boss Jin's respect for Old Wu, and the friendship between his brother and Old Wu, there was no way he would have taken the villa back.

so……

He doesn't need to take out those blueprints anymore; he can't finish them anyway.

"Did Feng send you?" Finally, the conversation stopped. Old Wu took a sip of water and asked weakly, his throat making a hissing sound.

“Yes, my brother asked me to come and take a look,” Feng Shanlang said in a low voice.

If he had known this would happen, he should have bought something and delivered it to their door.

"You need something from me?" Old Wu's eyes darted around, making them appear even bigger and more bulging.

Feng Shanlang nodded. "Brother Wu, what's wrong with you?"

Brother Wu never married. If he passes away, his skills will truly be taken to the grave, which is a real pity.

"It's nothing, just lung cancer," Old Wu said casually, as if he weren't the one who was sick.

Feng Shanlang's heart sank; as expected.

With current medical technology, lung cancer is incurable.

"You're short of knives again?"

Feng Shanlang: ...Okay.

He took the blueprints out of his pocket and handed them to Lao Wu.

"Turn on the light."

Feng Shanlang did as instructed, and the room was brightly lit, allowing him to take in the entire room.

The house is small, only 60 square meters, with one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. The living room is Lao Wu's studio.

The south-facing area is the lobby, which is nearly 25 square meters. Apart from the three square meters they are currently occupying, the rest of the space is occupied by materials and knives-making machines. The corners are filled with piles of finished products.

Feng Shanlang stared intently at the mountain of finished products piled up in the corner, his eyes practically glued to the ground. Just sitting there, the gleaming blades were enough to dazzle the eye; even from a distance, you could tell they were high-quality knives. Although custom orders weren't possible, having ready-made ones meant the boss needed them urgently, which should be acceptable, right? With Brother Wu in this state, how could he possibly forge knives?

"Where did these blueprints come from?" Old Wu's rough voice rang out, pulling Feng Shanlang back from his reverie.

"It was given to me and my brother by our new boss."

"New boss?" Old Wu frowned, his withered brow furrowed and looked frightening.

“Well, I…” Feng Shanlang started talking, recounting everything from when they first met to the beginning of their relationship in detail. Old Wu listened quietly without saying a word. When Feng Shanlang’s mouth was dry and he stopped talking, wanting to find some water to moisten his throat, he realized that Old Wu’s eyes were staring at him intently without moving, even more so than before, as if they were about to roll off his cheeks.

Feng Shanlang felt a chill run down his spine, swallowed hard, and thought to himself, "Brother Wu looks absolutely terrifying right now."

"Let me see her." The Celestial Master, a Celestial Master who understood weapon design, had never seen her before.

Uh... Feng Shanlang was in a bit of a predicament. His boss was not easy to talk to, and recently, he and his brother were almost on the verge of being sidelined by the boss. He just wanted to stay out of trouble and pretend that he knew nothing. His older brother thought the same thing.

"Nowhere to be found, no knife."

"No, Brother Wu!" It's bad enough that they can't forge it according to the blueprints, but they don't even have a ready-made one. If the boss gets angry, the two brothers will be left destitute and homeless.

Old Wu glanced at the person with the crying face, turned his wheelchair and went to the work area without saying a word, and began to pick and choose among the finished products.

Feng Shanlang followed and quietly watched Lao Wu's actions. After a short while, Lao Wu handed him a short blade about thirty centimeters long, resembling a woodcutter's knife. The blade was more than ten centimeters wide, with an edge of nearly three centimeters. "Tell her I want to see her. Of course, whether I see her or not is up to me."

Feng Shanlang arrived empty-handed, but left with a coat on his back.

Yuan's security.

Yuan Zhuan took the short blade from Feng Shanlang. The black handle was cold to the touch, and the sharp blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight, exuding an indescribable sharpness.

What a fine knife! Even without having tried it, she could tell how powerful it was.

Satisfied, Yuan Zhuan raised his hand and swung it at the glass on the coffee table. Crack!

The blade lightly grazed the handle of the cup, breaking it off at the base.

Yuan Zhuan's pupils contracted slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He stood up and twirled a knife in his hand. "You can bring him here now, to the office in the park."

"Okay, I'll go right now." Feng Shanlang ran off excitedly, as if afraid the person behind him would change their mind.

"Master, you wanted to see me?" Wu Tianqing entered.

"Here, give it a try." Yuan Zhuan handed over the knife.

Wu Tianqing paused for a second, then took it. "How do I try it?"

It looks like a hatchet, but the blade is wider.

Yuan Zhuan did not answer Wu Tianqing's question, but instead handed him a stack of newspapers.

I understand instantly.

Wu Tianqing grabbed the newspaper and slashed it across the blade with a hissing sound. Scratches of paper scattered on the ground, sharp and ruthless.

"A fine knife." As if to prove his point, Wu Tianqing picked up a wooden chair from the side and slashed it again. The chair back snapped in two, the cut surface smooth and without leaving a single splinter.

Wu Tianqing's eyes lit up!

"The man who forged these knives is called Lao Wu, Feng Sanshui's older brother who grew up with him. I only needed a few knives, but now it seems that we can ask him to forge a batch of daggers." Having daggers will make missions much easier.

"Sure. Everyone should like it." No man who's always walking the line between danger and danger dislikes weapons, and a dagger is just the most common one.

"He wants to see me. Let's meet over at the park. You can come along."

"yes."

Old Wu had thought he might agree, but he didn't expect him to agree so quickly. In just one hour, the person arrived again.

The park.

Cao Ming was directing the unloading of the vehicles, while the newcomers Xu Xiang and You Xu were in charge of taking inventory.

Standing at the factory gate, looking at the mountains of rice, flour, and other supplies, he might have thought they were disaster relief supplies from somewhere else if he hadn't been certain that no natural disasters had occurred in China at the moment.

I don't know what's wrong with his boss, he keeps messing with these things. Every time they arrive, they get cleared out within a few days. He never knows where they go.

He wasn't without curiosity, but based on his understanding of Yuan Zhuan, if she didn't want to talk about it, no one could get any information out of her.

Come on, why think so much when you're just doing the work?

"Xu Xiang, tell the driver to move the packages a little to the right. There are clothes over there... Yes, that's it..."

When Yuan Zhuan led his men in, they saw two trucks driving in, a young man directing traffic, and Cao Ming standing near the factory, whispering something to a young man.

"Recently, our company has added quite a few new employees."

“Yes, we’ve been recruiting ever since the park was completed. These two haven’t started work yet. They are assistants that General Manager Cao recruited to manage the goods entering the warehouse. They are both graduates of the Department of Economics and Management at Nanqi University,” Wu Tianqing explained in a low voice.

Wen Xiangying was in charge of recruiting, but Cao Ming also had his own team, all of whom had been formally recruited by Wu Tianqing.

"Mm," Yuan Zhuan responded, and was just about to say something when Cao Ming noticed her and walked over.

"Zhuanzhuan, you're here to inspect the goods? I've had them all checked, there's nothing wrong." Cao Ming smiled, revealing a set of white teeth.

"I'm here to see someone. Here they are." Yuan Zhuan lightly tapped the door with his chin.

This was Feng Shanlang's first time entering his boss's newly built industrial park. Its sheer size left him speechless, his mouth agape.

My goodness, it's huge!

The large factory building is located to the left of the main gate, covering an area of ​​nearly one acre. To the right and behind the gate are ten rows of three-story buildings with white walls, red bricks, and black tiles. In front of the buildings is a two-story office building. The reason I know it is an office building is because of the strong and powerful black characters on the wall: "Yuan's Security"!

The sunlight was blinding, and Lao Wu squinted as he sat in his wheelchair. Five men by the factory were looking at him, and the other one, who was short, was actually a young girl.

His first instinct was to assume the girl was one of their children, but when their eyes met in mid-air, a chill ran through Lao Wu's heart.

At this moment, the auras of the other five people seemed to have been weakened, leaving only the figure of this girl.

The distance of more than 30 meters should have taken three to five minutes to walk, but in the blink of an eye, the person was already in front of you.

Old Wu gasped, his eyes widening in shock.

Xu Xiang and You Xu stared wide-eyed at the girl who had walked thirty meters away.

What just happened? Am I seeing things?

Fortunately, the unloading crew didn't notice this area; otherwise, it could have caused unnecessary trouble.

"You're seeing things," Cao Ming said, rubbing his forehead, before finally uttering five words to his two assistants.

The two assistants turned to look at their boss, their expressions saying: Do you think we're stupid, or do you think we're blind?

Yuan Zhuan, who was shocked, took a step closer and looked at the middle-aged man in the wheelchair who was terminally ill. The dark aura between his brows was almost liquefied.

Tsk... even a month's lifespan is too much.

"You came looking for me." The statement was straightforward.

"If you save me, I'll risk my life for you," Old Wu said bluntly.

Feng Shanlang never expected that Lao Wu would say such a foolish thing when he came to see the boss.

Lung cancer? How could it possibly be cured? His boss isn't a doctor.

Yuan Zhuan raised an eyebrow, thinking that he must have heard something and wanted something in return, but he didn't expect that he would ask for lifespan.

Tsk... the price is a bit high.

I did not kill Bo Ren, but Bo Ren died because of me.

Although this old Wu had never killed anyone with his own hands, the knife in his hand had always been stained with human blood, which showed that those who bought it were not righteous people.

Those who were severely disabled or died, whose souls perished from the knife, were partly affected by his karma; this illness is the consequence of his actions.

Even a good knife must be used properly to accumulate merit; but this old Wu is the opposite, using all his skills on karmic and malevolent energy.

“Your blade has killed many innocent people. This is your retribution.” Yuan Zhuan showed no tact whatsoever.

“I know. But even ants try to survive, I just want to live, it’s that simple.”

"Why do you think I can let you live, or what benefit would it bring me if you lived?" Yuan Zhuan smiled, but the smile did not affect his dark eyes.

"I am the last descendant of the Duan family. My Duan family has been serving emperors since ancient times, passing down our lineage for thousands of years. I can manufacture all kinds of cold weapons passed down in this world, such as knives, halberds, spears, and triangular clubs, and they are all of the highest quality." When talking about his lineage, Duan Wu's spirit and energy suddenly returned to normal. The pride and sharpness in his eyes were openly displayed in the sunlight, attracting attention.

Yuan Zhuan squinted at Duan Wu, who was talking eloquently, and became very interested in the cold weapons he was talking about.

That's not bad.

"You have no children."

“Now that I’m better, I can start looking for life.” Duan Wu looked directly at Yuan Zhuan.

Yuan Zhuan: ...

If there are descendants, the legacy will naturally be passed down. "As long as I survive, my next generation will follow you."

"Save him," the system message popped up.

"On what grounds?" Yuan Zhuan sneered.

"He can provide you with assistance you can't even imagine; moreover, in the post-apocalyptic world, the demand for this kind of thing is extremely high," the system explained with surprising patience.

After Duan Wu finished speaking, he stared at Yuan Zhuan's silent expression, his heart pounding with anxiety. He made up his mind that even if Yuan Zhuan disagreed today, he would come every day with a short knife. He refused to believe that he couldn't pry open the gates of Yuan's security!

If it doesn't work until death, then it's fate.

Recalling his ancestors' teachings, Duan Wu became even more determined to follow Yuan Zhuan.

His Duan family line must not be cut off!

"You have nowhere to stay?" Yuan Zhuan asked Feng Shanlang.

Feng Shanlang was taken aback. "Boss, how did you know?"

Yuan Zhuan didn't explain, "Let Feng Sanshui move in. There are buildings over there, the last one, pick a two-bedroom apartment." Since she's willing to follow her, then let's provide her with a place to stay. It's a house, she won't run away.

Feng Shanlang stared in disbelief. Was he dreaming?

"Come with me." Yuan Zhuan said to Duan Wu, then turned and headed towards the office building. The latter quickly turned his wheelchair and followed.

"Hey, hey, Brother Wu, let me do it!" Feng Shanlang, who had been in a daze, was beaming with excitement, his breath hot with anticipation. His mind was filled with the fact that he and his older brother had a place to stay, that someone wanted them.

It's so difficult, so very difficult!

Duan Wu followed Yuan Zhuan into the office, while Feng Shanlang stayed outside.

Yuan Zhuan raised his hand to set up a Yin Sha barrier before turning around and meeting Duan Wu's gaze.

"Saving you is not impossible, but you must respect me as your master and yourself as your servant." His gaze was like a torch, staring directly into Duan Wu's eyes, carrying a sinister power that struck straight into the depths of his soul.

Duan Wu sensed that the air around him stagnated, and an invisible shield descended upon him, making the oxygen instantly thin.