The base was suddenly placed under martial law, and all the key passages were filled with heavily armed soldiers.

Bai Hongwei mobilized all the Bai family's superhumans he could muster, and he also mobilized a regiment of troops.

The registration staff had never seen anything like it before and were so frightened they didn't dare to breathe.

Bai Hongwei slowly flipped through the population register, his sharp gaze sweeping across each page. He quickly finished reading the list of fewer than 300 people who had come to the base in the past month and a half.

He drew a clear timeline in the register and ordered his subordinates:

"Invite all personnel who will be entering the base after this time. There must be no mistakes!"

"yes!"

The subordinate turned to leave.

“Wait,” Bai Hongwei added, “if someone refuses to cooperate, we can take the necessary measures without asking for permission.”

The soldiers felt a chill; they knew what it meant to not need to ask for permission.

Feng Wei squeezed into the crowd of onlookers, asking those who had arrived earlier about the situation:

"Why is martial law suddenly in effect? ​​What happened?"

"Who knows?"

The man happened to know Feng Wei. "If you don't know, then we know even less. With martial law and road closures, who knows what's going on? Maybe they're looking for some dangerous person."

Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, Feng Wei's first thought was that the mysterious figure hidden in the base's upper echelons was looking for him, and he felt a sudden pang of panic.

Just then, Bai Hongwei emerged from the registration desk, surrounded by several people.

Seeing that he wasn't wearing a military uniform and looked unfamiliar, Feng Wei asked the man, "Who is he?"

Bai Hongwei is always away from the base and rarely appears there, so many people don't recognize him.

The man shook his head: "Never seen it before, looks really impressive."

At this moment, Feng Wei was unaware that he had missed a golden opportunity to get close to Bai Hongwei, and thus missed a chance to rise rapidly in his career.

While Bai Hongwei and his men were intensifying their investigation of the Ding family's eldest elder, the Zuo Ling family received an uninvited guest.

"Hello, you two good grand-nephews who destroyed the foundation of my Ding family and caused the ruin of my family."

The man's smile was devoid of any warmth or humanity, yet his words were full of sarcasm.

Second Uncle! The person who arrived was none other than Ding Fengpo, the second uncle of the Ding family!!

The old man isn't dead yet, Pei Nansheng and Zuo Ling looked at him coldly.

Ding Fengpo's hair was completely white, and his face was so wrinkled that it looked like he had stepped in mud. Every step he took required all his strength, as if even a breath could blow him over.

He didn't come alone; the person supporting him was Ding Fengpo's granddaughter, Ding Xiaoya.

Ding Xiaoya was very excited when she saw Pei Nansheng. Her eyes were slightly red, and she lowered her head without saying a word.

At first glance, neither the brother nor sister recognized that Ding Xiaoya had come with Ding Fengpo.

The two were in very bad shape; their clothes were patched and patched, and they wore shoes made from tire soles, their feet were black and sore.

Ding Xiaoya was in her early thirties, but most of her hair had turned gray, making her look like a woman in her early fifties. Her skin was rough and dark, and her hands were covered with chapped, bloody cuts.

Ding Fengpo's arms and legs were so thin that they were just skin and bones, his joints were protruding, and he had difficulty moving around. Every movement seemed extremely strenuous.

Ding Xiaoya was younger, but not much better than Ding Fengpo; her ashen complexion clearly showed signs of long-term malnutrition.

Ding Fengpo, panting heavily, plopped down on a bench outside the courtyard and patted his thigh. "I'm old and useless now, Pei Nansheng. Your second uncle came all this way to see you, but instead of offering you anything to eat, he didn't even give you a cup of water."

Pei Nansheng and Zuo Ling did not move; they went to see the enemy who had destroyed their family.

Ha! Anyone would think Ding Fengpo had ill intentions. He's still talking about water? Not killing him immediately is already quite merciful.

Ding Fengpo sarcastically said, "You two are famous and capable, so what, are you afraid of an old man like me who's half-buried in the ground?"

Still no one responded.

Ding Fengpo, feeling helpless, spoke to himself:

“You hate Ding Youdao, right? You should hate Ding Fengguo along with him. Speaking of which, I'm the one who killed Ding Fengguo. So, we... aren't enemies.”

Ha, killing someone's grandfather and then telling them they weren't enemies... that sounds so strange.

Although it is true, it just doesn't sound right to me.

Unable to get anyone to cooperate, Ding Fengguo was exhausted and hungry, so he ordered Ding Xiaoya, "Go, pick a few tomatoes for Grandpa to tide him over."

As soon as the grandmother and grandson entered the yard, they were amazed by Zuo Ling's small vegetable garden.

Look at the lives they lead, and then look at yourself, Ding Fengpo felt so resentful.

Ding Xiaoya glanced timidly at Pei Nansheng and Zuo Ling, but didn't dare to move.

Ding Fengguo glared at her:

"What's wrong? Grandpa can't even order you around? Go pick some tomatoes and eat a few. They're not going to kill Grandpa."

Ding Xiaoya slowly went to pick tomatoes.

The brother and sister didn't stop him; they crossed their arms and waited to see what the old man was up to.

After finishing one tomato, Ding Fengpo was so comfortable that he kept shaking his head, licking his lips, and then ate another one in a few bites.

He didn't keep the food to himself, and stuffed it into Ding Xiaoya's hand: "Eat, eat, there's so much, don't be polite with them."

The old man flaunted his possessions, leaving the brother and sister both annoyed and amused.

Seeing her grandfather eating with relish, Ding Xiaoya was naturally tempted, even though she couldn't remember what tomatoes tasted like.

Taking a small bite, the sweet and sour taste spread in her mouth. Ding Xiaoya felt a pang of sadness, and as she thought of the hardships of the past few years, tears welled up in her eyes.

Afraid of being seen by Pei Nansheng and Zuo Ling, she quickly turned to the side and wiped it away.

After eating three or four, Ding Fengpo still wasn't satisfied and wanted more, while Zuo Ling's face fell.

"Is this ever going to end? That's enough, don't push your luck."

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