The guard at the gate came to report.

"Ding Jian, what's he doing here?"

Peng Bing was stunned for a moment.

Then, a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

He knew Ding Jian.

The lackey of Peng Yong, the son.

At this moment, Peng Yong, Peng's son, hadn't returned; instead, Peng Yong's henchmen came over...

"Could it be that Xiao Yong is in danger?"

"Quickly, call Ding Jian over here!"

A short while later, Ding Jian arrived with a gait that suggested he was ready to die.

"Where's Xiaoyong?"

Upon seeing him, Peng Bing immediately rushed over in a few strides.

"It's right here."

Ding Jian handed him the urn containing the ashes.

"What?"

Peng Bing looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Boss Peng."

"Your son is in this box."

Ding Jian didn't even know how he had the courage to say those words.

"My son..."

A thunderous roar erupted in Peng Bing's head, as if he had been struck by lightning.

"In this box?"

He asked incredulously.

"Peng Yong disobeyed orders during the battle and was treated as a deserter by Zhang Lin. His body was cremated on the spot, and Zhang Lin asked me to send his ashes over!"

Ding Jian trembled all over.

Despite her fear, she used her wits and clever words to try and extricate herself from the situation, diverting Peng Bing's attention to Zhang Lin.

In fact, he succeeded.

"Zhang Lin!"

Peng Bing did indeed shift his attention to Zhang Lin. He gritted his teeth and growled angrily, looking as if he wanted to devour Zhang Lin.

Then, he took the urn and said angrily, "Xiao Yong, don't worry, I will definitely avenge you!"

Then, he opened the urn, wanting to see his son one last time.

However……

The box is opened.

He saw that the grayish-white ashes were mixed with a large amount of yellow soil.

The two colors present a striking contrast.

It was extremely bright and glaring.

“?” Peng Bing looked at Ding Jian.