"Go ahead and wait for me there. Give me some time. Once I've taken care of everything, I'll come and be with you, okay?" Luo Xiu's eyes were full of tenderness and coaxing.

Neither he nor Lu Zhiwei could hide anything from the other.

He knew perfectly well that Lu Zhiwei was using him and trying to stall him and thwart his plans.

Lu Zhiwei also knew that he couldn't let his years of planning go to waste at this critical juncture.

Whether to stay or leave is itself a game of strategy.

"Luo Xiu, I'm only giving you one chance. Come with me to the island now. I'll marry you." Lu Zhiwei said firmly.

But Luo Xiu is willing to give up everything he has for her.

She dared to sacrifice her own happiness.

Upon hearing that, she said she was willing to marry him.

Luo Xiu's eyes flickered slightly, tears welling up in them: "Really?"

"Yes, I mean what I say. We'll have a grand island wedding. I'm willing to give up everything and spend my life with you." Lu Zhiwei's cool gaze was unwavering.

Luo Xiu knew perfectly well that she wasn't plotting against him.

It's just a gamble on whether he's willing to make a choice for him.

Luo Xiu gazed at Lu Zhiwei's face, slowly walked closer to her, and whispered in her ear, "Give me some more time. Soon, we will get married, and I will definitely give you a wedding on an island."

He still chose to fulfill his ambitions.

This was within Lu Zhiwei's expectations.

Suddenly, Lu Zhiwei felt a sharp, stabbing pain in the back of her neck.

She reached up and covered the back of her neck.

Luo Xiu slowly released Lu Zhiwei, a hint of guilt flashing in his sinister eyes.

He threw away the syringe in his hand.

"Zhizhi, take a nap, you'll get there after a nap."

The numbing sensation overwhelmed Lu Zhiwei's consciousness.

She slowly closed her eyes and lost consciousness.

Luo Xiu caught Lu Zhiwei, who had fallen into his arms, lifted her up, and personally carried her onto the ship.

He gently placed Lu Zhiwei on the bed in the cabin, took her hand, leaned down, and planted a light, fleeting kiss on her face.

He did not choose to invade her lips.

Kissing her while she's unconscious would feel neither like anything to him nor would he deign to do so.

He gently stroked her long hair and tucked her in: "Zhizhi, you already know the base's address. I can't let you leave awake. If I'm not by your side, you'll definitely tip me off."

"I'll come back to be with you after I've sorted everything out."

After saying that, Luo Xiu turned around neatly, took Eisen off the ship, and instructed the people on the ship to make sure that Lu Zhiwei was safely delivered to the private island in Europe.

When he returns in triumph, he will surely hold a wedding of the century on the island for his beloved Zhizhi, a wedding that everyone will envy.

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The park was engulfed in war, with bombed ruins and corpses of those who died in the gunfight everywhere.

Steven's team was reduced to only two or three men, and all of them were badly injured.

Dragging his wounded thigh, Steven scrambled into the air-raid shelter he had been using for refuge.

Rod escorted him with a gun as they fled.

Now in his fifties, his stamina is failing him. The long battles have left him exhausted, and he is constantly panting as he walks, needing to rest after every short distance.

"Damn it, I've never felt so frustrated. When did so many bombs get planted on my turf?"

Dragging his injured leg, Steven walked out, cursing all the way.

He was confident of victory in this battle, but unexpectedly suffered a huge loss, with almost all of his men wiped out.

“Only the old man has the structure and blueprints of the park. His people used to come and offer their condolences to the workers. Could it be that this old man thinks things are about to be accomplished and wants us to be taken down by these policemen?” Rod, who was following behind him, analyzed for him.

"After using me, he wanted to kick me aside. That's definitely his usual tactic. Luckily, I'm tough. He can't kill me."

Steven spat out a mouthful of phlegm covered in soot to vent his anger.

The group followed the path from the air-raid shelter to the area behind the park, near the sea.

Across the sea was another place where Steven had settled, which he had not revealed to anyone.

But to get there, one must swim across the sea.

The boats would attract police attention, and they were unsure if a second wave of police would come to their aid.

If they take any other path and easily stand out, they will only get caught.

"Boss, you've been shot in the leg. If you swim like this, the seawater will soak into it, and your whole leg will be ruined." Rhodes was worried about his boss.

Steven, however, didn't seem to care: "I've suffered far more than this in my past, this is nothing. At worst, I'll just give up this leg."

Steven was a tough guy; without saying a word, he took the lead and jumped into the sea.

The bodyguards behind him didn't hesitate and jumped with him.

These are all brothers who have followed him through thick and thin; none of them are afraid of death, and none of them would betray him.

After settling Lu Zhiwei in, Luo Xiu returned to the park, intending to find Steven to deliver the final blow.

Have you confirmed whether he is dead?

After a search, no bodies of Steven and his bodyguards were found.

Luo Xiu was worried that Steven, having escaped with his life, would turn the tables on him in front of the old man.

He decided to strike first, rolling on the ground and smearing his face with burnt ash, making himself look like a survivor of the war.

In order to make the scene I'm about to perform more realistic.

He also cut a gash on his arm with a knife, then wrapped it loosely with gauze, trying to let the blood seep through the gauze and leave a bloodstain.

Luo Xiu and his men hurriedly returned to the Luo family's old residence to report the devastation in the park to the old man.

The old man sat in the living room, playing with a string of Buddhist prayer beads in his hand, while a pot of freshly brewed tea sat on the tea table.

Luo Xiu, looking disheveled, knelt before the old man with his eyes lowered: "Dad, that bastard Steven let Lu Zhiwei go for money, but he was tricked by the police that Lu Zhiwei brought, and now his life is in danger."

I was there too, and I saw it with my own eyes.

Grandpa Luo sat there with a stern expression, not even glancing at Luo Xiu.

He exuded an innate majesty, sharp and terrifying.

"Does it hurt?" the old man asked him.

Luo Xiu shook his head. "It's just a minor injury, nothing to worry about."

"You've gone to such lengths for a woman, you're something else." The old man suddenly picked up a teacup from the coffee table and smashed it against Luo Xiu's head with a bang.

Blood dripped down Luo Xiu's forehead.

He slowly closed his eyes, biting his lip tightly, and endured the pain.

He knew he couldn't hide it from Old Master Luo.

But most of the time, Grandpa Luo chose to play dumb.

This time, he didn't.

He may have already guessed Luo Xiu's ambition.

That night, the Luo family's old mansion was destined to be anything but peaceful.

"I just wanted to save the woman I love. You shouldn't have taken her life." Luo Xiu raised his head and glared fiercely at Old Master Luo.