The scene around him suddenly changed, and before Pan Yang could even see what was happening, a voice suddenly rang out.

"Pan Yang, run! Run!"

Hearing the sound, Pan Yang paused for a few seconds before taking in the surrounding scene. In the courtyard, Fang Xiaoyue was holding the controller of a bomb, and the bloody holes on her body were extremely glaring.

Hearing the noise, the child standing at the door rushed out, and the soldier immediately gave chase. He was very familiar with this scene.

Jiang Qingyan sat there quietly watching the soldiers rush out. Shi Minglian, Shi Qing, and the others seemed not to see Huan Yang and gave Jiang Qingyan ingratiating smiles.

"Don't worry, Shi Panyang definitely won't go far," Shi Qing said.

Fang Xiaoyue was on her last breath, staring intently at Shi Qing, reaching out to grab him: "Shi Qing, you will die a horrible death..." Before she could finish speaking, she breathed her last.

Shi Qing hesitated for a moment when he looked at her, then sighed. He was forced into this situation. If Fang Xiaoyue hadn't stopped him, things wouldn't have gotten to this point.

Shi Minglian's eyes were full of disdain: "Shi Qing, is this the good wife you married? Immediately send more men to capture Shi Panyang."

“No need to catch him.” Jiang Qingyan said calmly, then his gaze fell on Pan Yang: “He’s right here.”

"What?" The two were filled with doubt. Just as they were about to follow Jiang Qingyan's gaze to look at his chest, the sword had already pierced through them and they vanished without a trace.

Pan Yang gripped Xiaoyao, a hint of murderous intent emanating from him, his dark eyes fixed on Jiang Qingyan.

Jiang Qingyan adjusted his glasses, stood up from his chair, and said slowly, "Hello, Shi Panyang." His suit suited him exceptionally well.

"My surname is not Shi."

“Oh right, your name is now Huan Yang. It’s my fault.” Jiang Qingyan said casually, but without any apology. “How about we talk? I can give up the pursuit of you and let you inherit the Shi family smoothly. I also have Fang Xiaoyue’s DNA. I can make sure she reappears.”

"You just need to do things for me. Of course, I can let Zhou Yang go, but the premise is that you must obey me obediently," Jiang Qingyan said, word by word.

“I’m not stupid.” Fan Yang’s eyes darkened, and he tightened his grip on Xiao Yao’s hand, making the patterns on Xiao Yao’s body even more alluring. “Jiang Su Nan, Jiang Qing Yan, he only wants to kill me.”

Jiang Qingyan—no, it should be Jiang Sunan—grinned, took off his glasses, and his expression suddenly changed.

"It seems I still haven't quite captured the essence of my godfather. But what I just said was serious. Why don't you reconsider? If we continue fighting like this, we'll both be severely injured sooner or later. You don't want anything to happen to Zhou Yang, right? It's dragged on for so long. Do you think he might never wake up again?"

“Jiang Suonan, you still don’t understand Jiang Qingyan.” Pan Yang shook the Xiaoyao sword in his hand: “He only wants me to die, and I think the same way about him. I only want him to die.” As soon as he finished speaking, Pan Yang made his move.

Although Jiang Suonan was on guard, he was still scratched on the sleeve. The two of them fought fiercely, and half an hour later, the whole ground was shaking.

Jiang Suonan quickly dodged, gritting his teeth: "Pan Yang, I truly admire you, why are you so persistent?"

As they spoke, the surrounding buildings began to shake. Jiang Suonan, seeing that something was wrong, immediately slipped away. Just after he left, a character floated in the air.

[Congratulations, player, on completing the mission. You will return to real life in three seconds.]

Before Fan Yang could react, they were already back in their room.

[This can grant a player one wish, but it can only be used on the player themselves. If the player wants to use it on someone else, they can continue playing.]

"..." Pan Yang took a deep breath. What kind of thing is this? It can only be used on himself. This thing really knows how to make a profit. But he's not in the mood to make any wishes right now.

"Ring ring ring ring".

Pan Yang answered the phone.

"President Pei, I have done as you requested. I couldn't get through to you by phone, so I went to pick up Young Master Zhou on my own. But he seems to be unconscious for some reason and is now in the hospital."

Pan Yang hung up the phone and took a deep breath. If he remembered correctly, this should be Zhou Yang's last game instance. He didn't care about anything else and immediately drove to the address sent by Song Chi.

Zhou Yang lay quietly in the ward, while his parents stood silently to the side, and Zhou Xing was being held down in a chair by a bodyguard.

"President Pei, you've arrived." Song Chi said, looking at Pan Yang.

When Zhou's father saw Pei Panyang, he said, "You must be President Pei. If you wanted Zhou Yang, you should have said so earlier. But Zhou Yang's coma has nothing to do with us!"

“Yes, yes, besides, Zhou Yang is our own son. We can’t really mistreat him and leave him in a coma, right?” Zhou’s mother echoed.

"Your biological son?" Pan Yang looked at the group. Song Chi, with keen insight, took out the information he had found and said, "According to my investigation, you are not Young Master Zhou's biological mother. Young Master Zhou's mother passed away when she gave birth to him. And Young Master Zhou's father married into the Zhou family and was never well-liked. So you had no choice but to continue raising Young Master Zhou for the sake of the so-called family property."

"Now that the older generation has passed away, you want to send Young Master Zhou away so that the family fortune will be 100% in your hands."

Upon hearing this, the mother collapsed to the ground, while the father remained much calmer: "I am his father, and I naturally have the ability to arrange where he lives and what he does."

Upon hearing this, Song Chi couldn't help but feel that this person was utterly absurd: "In that case, we will hire a lawyer and discuss it in court."

The boatman gritted his teeth but ultimately said nothing.

Pan Yang sat on the edge of Zhou Yang's bed and held the bracelet on Zhou Yang's wrist.

"He won't like you, so stay here. We really love you."

"Oh right, Zhou Yang, do you still remember that President Yuan? What would Pan Yang think of you if he knew?"

"Besides, do you really think that Huan Yang would like you like this, without emotions and unaware of joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, and that you would even have trouble saying a word in real life?"

Zhou Yang looked at the people surrounding him, raised his hand to cover his ears, but it was no use. He stood there, his mind racing as he pondered what they were saying.

Suddenly, he noticed the bracelet on his wrist glowing. A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes. Huan Yang was still waiting for him outside. If he completed the task, he could wish that he would be alright, or even if he did…

He took a deep breath; even if there were problems, he would trust his friends.

After a long while, Zhou Yang slowly opened his eyes. He was stunned for a few seconds after seeing Pan Yang, then he reacted and grabbed Pan Yang's hand to sit up.

"I..." He opened his mouth, but the words he wanted to say stuck in his throat.

"I know." Pan Yang's calm voice reached his ears, and he immediately felt at ease.