"It's only right that I help you," Ye Xingchen said. "The situation in Nanshi isn't that complicated, so you don't need to worry too much. Some things can be easily resolved."
“I know it’s not complicated, but it’s extremely difficult to execute.” Ma Chenglong slowly shook his head: “Brother, let me give you a piece of advice: no one in this world can be trusted. Only when you yourself are in a high position are you truly safe.”
"Liu Kun trusts you because you are capable, but he will always suppress you because he is afraid that you will surpass him and take his position, understand?"
"Thank you for the reminder, Young Master Ma. I will be careful," Ye Xingchen smiled slightly.
Ma Chenglong got very drunk there, and Ye Xingchen then had someone take him back to his room.
After seeing Ma Chenglong off, Ye Xingchen went to Liu Kun's arena.
Just as the fight was over, a burly man, holding a steel crowbar, plunged the thumb-thick crowbar deep into his opponent's eye.
His opponent's head was pierced by a steel crowbar, and he fell to the ground on the spot, with blood and white fluids spilling all over the ground.
The cheers from the stands were deafening; everyone was shouting wildly and applauding the victor.
Ye Xingchen glanced indifferently at the scene, suppressing any trace of pity in his heart.
It wasn't that he was cold-hearted, but rather that he understood how life was for people living in the gray areas of this world.
What we see before us is just the tip of the iceberg. In those regions that are in constant turmoil, human life is as worthless as grass.
This place is a suspended city, part of which exists outside the rules and laws. All of this is caused by the Jinluo City across the street. If this thorn is not removed, this place will remain like this forever.
He must learn to be patient, and only through patience can he go further.
Liu Kun wasn't there; only Sang Qing was sitting there smoking, looking preoccupied.
"Is Brother Kun not here?" Ye Xingchen asked after entering the room, glancing at Sang Qing.
"He's in a video conference. It's a meeting initiated by Huang Shao and several senior executives from Jinluo City," Sang Qing said.
"It seems there's something important going on?" Ye Xingchen was taken aback.
It seems that Liu Kun's status is higher than he imagined. The top executives of Jinluo City are directly holding video conferences with him, which speaks volumes about his position.
“Jinluo City has huge expenses. It’s a city on its own, a small kingdom.” Sang Qing sneered. “Now, for some reason, the finances are already running a deficit. If we don’t open up the domestic market as soon as possible, the finances may not be able to support it.”
"The renowned Jinluo City is actually short of money." Ye Xingchen felt somewhat speechless.
“Ha, it’s normal for them to be short of money. They have the support of Western powers, but the reason why Western powers support them is that they want to squeeze some benefits out of them.” Sang Qing said, “When it comes to finance, I’m afraid no one can beat those guys, so the city lords are forced to expand.”
Ye Xingchen nodded and sat down. Since Liu Kun had gone to a meeting, he probably wouldn't be back for a while.
Sang Qing glanced at Ye Xingchen, who looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated.
"Just say what you have to say," Ye Xingchen said. "I promised to cure your illness, and I won't go back on my word. Here's a pill; take it and you'll be fine. However, you'll have to change your old habits."
Ye Xingchen took out a Soul-Locking Pill and handed it over. Looking at the Soul-Locking Pill in his hand, Sang Qing was stunned for a long time: "I have the same disease as you. Can this medicine cure it?"
“Of course it can be cured. Your illness isn’t a terminal one. It can be cured with modern medical methods, but you’ll need a heart transplant,” Ye Xingchen said. “This pill will solve the problem.”
“My son…” Sang Qing gritted his teeth: “I’ve confirmed that he is my son, but he has the same disease as me.”
"Oh... your disease has a genetic component, which is unfortunate." Ye Xingchen looked at Sang Qing with some sympathy: "You can only say he's just unlucky."
"Could you not give me one more?" Sang Qing asked, looking up.
He is no longer that vicious criminal; he is now just a father trying to save his son.
From the moment he learned he had an eighteen-year-old son, he changed; now he just wants to live a good life.
"Do you have your son's medical records? I need to verify them; medicine is a rigorous field," Ye Xingchen said.
"Yes, my subordinate has already sent me a copy." Sang Qing quickly took out his phone and showed Ye Xingchen some medical records.
Ye Xingchen glanced at the phone a few times, then handed it back to Sang Qing: "The illness is the same, this medicine can cure it. If you need it, I can give you another one, but..."
"But what? I'll do whatever you need me to do." Sang Qing's breathing became rapid.
"You're overthinking it. I don't want you to risk your life for me. I just want to tell you about cause and effect in the natural order." Ye Xingchen glanced at him.
"What cause and effect?" Sang Qing was slightly taken aback.
"The cause of fate is the effect of fate." Ye Xingchen said, "Judging from your appearance, your fate is special. Generally speaking, you will die in middle age, that is, around the age of forty."
“If you don’t die, the karma will affect your descendants. Even if I save you and him, one of you will die from some other accident, but I don’t know who will die.”
Sang Qing was stunned. He never expected Ye Xingchen to answer like that. He remained silent for a long time, his voice bitter: "So, between him and me, one of us has to die?"
“Within three years, one of us will die. This is a cause and effect that no one can change. If you are the one who dies, he will live, and vice versa,” Ye Xingchen said.
"Isn't there any other way?" Sang Qing asked.
"This is cause and effect, it's the way of heaven, and no one can change it." Ye Xingchen shook his head: "I can give you the medicine, but the final outcome is beyond my control."
Sang Qing fell silent, a fierce internal struggle raging within him. After much deliberation, he finally gritted his teeth and said, "No need. Just give him my pill. If anyone's going to die, it'll be me."
Ye Xingchen looked at Sang Qing and sighed softly: "Have you thought this through? He is your son, that's true, but he has never known that you exist."
“Isn’t it better that he doesn’t know I’m like this?” Sang Qing laughed: “His grades are excellent, and he’s already been admitted to university without taking the entrance exam.”
“If he is healthy, he can go to university next year. He is more outstanding than me. If he knew that he had such a father, he would feel inferior.”
Ye Xingchen nodded slowly. Sang Qing's choice was actually not wrong.
Which parent in the world doesn't think about their son? Even if the other parent is completely unaware of their existence, they will still wholeheartedly do what's best for their son.
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