Ma Zhixuan felt that his brother was too emotional.

He brushed Ma Yongchun's hand away and stormed out of the house.

Snow was everywhere outside. If it weren't for the fact that their villa was located on higher ground, it would have been buried by the snow by now.

Just as Ma Zhixuan had been walking aimlessly for a while, two men with tattoos on their bodies and faces reached out and stopped him.

"Young Master Ma, right? We have a brother who is currently trapped in your C City supply depot. We hope you can help us rescue him."

The man in the lead spoke, his face adorned with tattoos that resembled some kind of ancient totem.

They give off a very intimidating vibe.

Ma Zhixuan tried to walk around them and continue forward, but they twisted his wrists instead.

"It hurts, it hurts so much! What do you want me to do?"

The cries of pain gradually faded into the snow as Ma Zhixuan was taken away by the two tattooed men who had suddenly appeared.

Behind him, Ma Yongchun, inside the villa, was completely unaware of the danger. He simply continued to stand in front of the window, watching the heavy snow outside, which had half-buried the window.

Finally, Ma Yongchun took out his phone and called Qin Zhen.

The phone rang for a long time before Qin Zhen answered it.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Time ticked by, and Qin Zhen grew impatient first, asking:

"What's up?"

Ma Yongchun then said in a dry voice,

"I heard our baby is already a month old?"

Qin Zhen let out a cold laugh.

"It's rare that you would take the initiative to ask about this child?"

"So what? He's overcome countless obstacles this past month, and who knows what hardships await him in the future? How's your dear brother doing lately? Is he eating well and sleeping well?"

Neonatal pneumonia, jaundice. Premature Qin Jianqiang has experienced it all. Just now, Xin Qiuru informed Qin Zhen that Qin Jianqiang has a fever again.

Every time Qin Jianqiang fell ill, Qin Zhen would imagine a possibility: what if the child had been born at full term via natural delivery?

Is his physical condition better than it is now?

Could it be?

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in this world. The fact that Qin Jianqiang was able to survive for a month is already considered a medical miracle.

Qin Zhen never dared to ask for too much.

Ma Yongchun opened his mouth, but he knew that saying anything more at this moment would be futile.

At this point, he probably wouldn't even have the right to ask to see the child.

Just as Qin Zhen was getting impatient and was about to hang up the phone.

Ma Yongchun continued speaking:

"Qin Zhen, when did we become like this?"

Perhaps because he hadn't spoken to Qin Zhen in a long time, Ma Yongchun started talking and recounted many things from the past.

From the moment they met, to their marriage, to handling all the big and small matters in City C together, fighting side by side, and protecting City C's economic miracle.

He was originally a very capable person, but he made a mistake in the Ma Zhixuan matter. However, putting aside Ma Zhixuan, Ma Yongchun and Qin Zhen were actually very happy before.

Only after Ma Yongchun finished speaking did Qin Zhen speak in a lukewarm tone.

"The supply depot can't be opened, not because I don't want to, but because the people inside are armed and they've locked themselves inside."

“Ma Yongchun, you don’t need to reminisce with me about the past. All you’re saying now is to try and regain control of the supply depot, right?”

Ma Yongchun had something to say but couldn't. He was simply reminiscing with Qin Zhen about the past.

But what's the use? Ma Zhixuan is his own brother, and his own brother almost killed his and Qin Zhen's child. This conflict is irreconcilable.

Even after Qin Zhen hung up the phone, Ma Yongchun's heart was still aching.

After thinking for a long time, he called Zhong Ziming and asked him to continue guarding the front of the supply warehouse.

Ma Yongchun is leaving City C for a while; he plans to go to City D.

"One cannot place one's hopes on a single straw. Hua Mi has a lot of supplies, but having another supply channel is more beneficial than harmful to City C."

Zhong Ziming agreed on the other end of the phone, and Ma Yongchun then said,

"There are many things we need to learn from the management of D City. Without any help from anyone, they are about to open up the Xiang-D Expressway and the CD Expressway. That's their ability."

"I'm going to D City to study their management experience. I'll leave the supply depot to you. Once you open the depot, you must grab the cloth first."

Zhong Ziming agreed. He hung up the phone with Ma Yongchun, took out a notebook, and opened it.

The document records all types of supplies currently available in Xiangcheng, as well as the import and export records of supplies for each city before the disaster.

Finally, Zhong Ziming made a bold conjecture.

Hua Mi has a weapon in her hand.

Hua Mi has a large quantity of supplies.

Therefore, she has the ability to obtain so many supplies in such a disaster-stricken environment.

Is it possible that she might also be able to obtain a large number of weapons?

A huge amount of weapons!

So, does the contract that Shi Caixia refused to disclose even a single word of also involve weapons?

Zhou Cheng's garrison lined up to receive new weapons, all of which were provided by Hua Mi?

Upon receiving this conjecture, Zhong Ziming became excited and was about to call Ma Yongchun when a security guard suddenly came in and said...

"Young Master Ma has arrived with supplies."

Because the supply depot couldn't be opened, Zhong Ziming and the other administrators under Ma Yongchun had to rely on supplies being delivered from outside.

I just didn't expect that it would be Young Master Ma himself who brought people here.

Zhong Ziming immediately led the administrators out to greet them.

They happened to run into Zhou Cheng, who was returning from a patrol of the front-line outposts.

Zhou Cheng stared at Zhong Ziming with wide eyes, looking at him as if he were looking at his father's killer.

So Zhong Ziming stopped and greeted Zhou Cheng.

"Commander Zhou, look at this weather! It's freezing cold! Our men have brought me supplies. If you need anything, I'll send it over later."

Zhou Cheng ignored Zhong Ziming and left without a word.

"Then I'll trouble your sentries to let our people through."

Zhong Ziming looked up and laughed heartily at Zhou Cheng's retreating figure.

The administrator beside him asked with some concern:

"That garrison commander seems like someone you don't want to mess with. Could he be deliberately blocking our supplies and not letting our people through?"

"Won't."

Zhong Ziming shook his head, looking at the long line of snowmobiles slowly approaching on the snow.

"Haven't they already let us through?"

After saying that, Zhong Ziming waved to the row of snowmobiles, indicating that they were there.

Shi Caixia, still looking through her binoculars atop the snowdrift, spoke to Hua Mi, who had finished "disposing" of 500 corpses and was now sitting down to rest.

"Ma Yongchun actually brought dozens of snowmobiles to deliver supplies to Zhong Ziming. He's really rich."

The road home was so congested.

(End of this chapter)