Chapter 97 Dignity, What if? Who backs down and who loses? Why? You...
Hearing his own name spoken by Yuan Jianxing after so long, Fu Ze felt somewhat dazed.
The last time Yuan Jianxing spoke his name at this distance was when he closed the spacecraft behind him, and Yuan Jianxing asked him, "What are you doing?"
etc……
He... seemed to know what Yuan Jianxing meant by "ask again".
"By the way, is it possible for you to completely forgive someone burdened with original sin, even if they've tried their best to make amends?"
Recalling the question he had been pondering for a long time, but had to blurt it out at the most inappropriate time, Fu Ze's eyelashes involuntarily began to tremble slightly.
Oh, so that's what it was.
What was the answer I received back then?
Oh, right, it's silence.
And what was my reaction back then?
Well, as far as I can remember, I felt wronged at first, but then it turned into relief.
Before, Fu Ze would never have imagined that the emotions of "heart cold" and "heart chill" could happen to him in an instant.
Instead of mixing in intense, life-or-death situations like accusations, ridicule, and harsh criticism.
So this is how adults say goodbye – so perfectly timed, so fleeting, so dignified.
Well, it's hardly respectable.
Ultimately, it was just a one-sided, defeated retreat.
It seemed that even the gods took pity on his fate, and that "death in place of life" was completed very quickly.
In the blink of an eye, before he could even process his grief, he had to hastily step into the next battle in the guise of Badger Tooth.
In the period that followed, she shed far too much blood in one battle after another, exhausting all the spots meant for tears.
When he finally had some free time, his thoughts were once again occupied by the truth about the world that Que Ling had forcibly crammed into him.
The "reunion" that was forcibly arranged by Que Ling was nothing more than a potent medicine left to him by the other party.
However, the decision of whether or not to take it is entirely up to the individual.
Fu Ze initially wanted to refuse this decision.
However, Que Ling's proposal was too tempting, and the CEO was indeed a good channel to obtain information about the "key." In the end, even after completing the body switch, he still did not cancel his nomination of Yuan Jianxing.
Fortunately, he didn't, otherwise he wouldn't have seen the resume with the altered name.
Thus, everything settled into tranquility through a mature and subtle acceptance of "enough."
It wasn't until Yuan Jianxing finally discovered his hidden secret, which seemed to have been concealed yet had some flaws.
So, you finally know, right?
Just now, Yuan Jianxing took the initiative to show up and bring up the old matter again.
So, you finally understand, right?
And so, all the forced restraint after feeling wronged, and the occasional ripples after feeling relieved, all seemed to be suddenly ruminated upon and burst forth all at once.
Fu Ze simply stopped dodging and retreating.
They even directly retorted.
He jerked his wrist, which was being held captive, and pulled Yuan Jianxing in front of him, whispering in his ear with a smile, "Fu Ze? Who are you talking about?"
He knew that his strange, sarcastic questioning style was tantamount to confirming his identity.
But none of that matters anymore.
Because Fu Ze is dead!
He died at the perfect time!
He died a worthy death!
Are you dissatisfied with this, Yuan Jianxing?
It was clearly a grand finale that everyone cheered for, but you went on stage and insisted on tearing off the closed red cloth. What were your intentions?
Is it regret that you didn't make full use of the other person's abilities, or anger that you realized the other person had fabricated an identity?
Is it that you finally realize how excessive it was to use emotions to manipulate the other person, or that you couldn't help but take the act seriously and got yourself into a quagmire, and are now filled with regret?
Is it resentment for the other person's proactive and decisive departure, or regret for not cherishing the time spent together?
Why? What gives you the right? What are you really thinking?
You say it!!!
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Seeing that Fu Ze finally gave him a reaction beyond pretending to be stupid, Yuan Jianxing was first taken aback, and then felt a surge of joy.
Upon receiving Zhao Hongde's message, he immediately organized a force to rush towards Shifengtun.
After meeting up with the other party, Yuan Jianxing was able to determine who the person looking for was based on only a few somewhat vague descriptions of their appearance.
It is a sparrow feather.
At that moment, a tiny spark suddenly ignited in his heart.
What if?
What if!
So he immediately modified the original capture strategy, ordering the other officers to lie in wait for orders, while he quietly approached, eavesdropping on the conversation between the two with some unspeakable expectation.
When he heard the other person complaining about his shortcomings, he became absolutely certain that the person inside the peacock feather shell was Fu Ze.
In an instant, all the moments he had projected his emotions onto Que Ling during the promotional event that had been forced upon him came crashing back like boomerangs.
Its strength was so great that it seemed to have directly seized his entire body.
His blood gushed out, surging upwards from his heart and pounding against his eardrums, shutting out all the noise.
His breathing became repetitive, as if he were replacing the clock as the new measure of time in his world.
His vision turned white, and everything except Fu Ze lost its color.
Yuan Jianxing finally found Fu Ze again.
Once she recovered from the joy of their reunion, Hara Mihoshi suddenly realized a very fatal problem—
How can I find Fu Ze?
He wasn't afraid of having a big argument with Fu Ze, and he didn't care even if it came to blows.
He feared that Fu Ze would rather be arrested and interrogated than admit to being a fool, and would firmly choose to play dumb to confirm Que Ling's identity.
This is not what Harami Hoshi wanted to see.
But what can I offer to make the other party willing to come back?
While pondering these thoughts, Yuan Jianxing continued to eavesdrop on the conversation between Fu Ze and the boy.
The moment Fu Ze said, "Actually, I've already decided not to like him anymore," Yuan Jianxing felt a surge of intense joy mixed with immense emptiness wash over him, nearly crushing his very bones as it drove him away.
But then Fu Ze explained, “However, there is another reason for this, and it has nothing to do with his own shortcomings.” He seemed to have been reshaped, and even his soul fell back into his body.
Life's ups and downs can be so sudden and unexpected.
All the mixed emotions, after mixing and settling, finally condensed and crystallized into two words—fortunately.
Having finalized the subsequent action plan, Yuan Jianxing focused all his attention and reverted to being the CEO.
While others remained on the sidelines, waiting for their chance, they began directing and coordinating the other executives to take their positions.
Finally, he got to hear Fu Ze take the initiative to end the conversation with the boy.
Finally, he was about to begin arresting Fu Ze.
No, it's him who's going to start arresting Fu Ze again.
This time, however, he was determined not to repeat the same mistake he made when he arrested Wan Chuanqiu.
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Yuan Jianxing regained control of his opponent's wrist as it suddenly reversed the direction of the force, and felt a sharp pain in his palm from the protruding bone on the opponent's wrist.
But he resolutely refused to back down.
At this point, the two hands positioned between the two people were in a state of struggle.
"It's like two ceremonial swords, their sharp edges clashing."
Although its design is restrained and it remains unsharpened, the offensive power it contains is in no way inferior to those weapons that have seen blood.
In a critical struggle, whoever makes the first mistake will lose.
"You don't know Fu Ze?" Yuan Jianxing launched the first attack. "That's perfect, let me introduce you."
The sword held by Yuan Jianxing slid forward with a "whoosh," aimed straight for Fu Ze's eyes.
Correspondingly, in reality, he could sweep Fu Ze to the ground with a standard grappling hook.
Even though he had just firmly grasped the other person and could even clearly feel the temperature passing through their skin.
But Yuan Jianxing was still uneasy, fearing that he might make a mistake and let Fu Ze get away again.
Just like last time in my own office.
Once bitten by a snake, twice shy; this saying perfectly describes the fear one has for ten years.
Under normal circumstances, it would be extremely difficult for Fu Ze, who was at a disadvantage in both height and posture, to notice Yuan Jianxing's current rapid attack.
At least Fu Ze didn't notice it last time he was at the hotel room door.
But the situation is a little different now.
At this moment, there are hundreds of mirrors of various sizes surrounding the two people. Any slight movement will be magnified a thousand times by their reflection, eventually becoming impossible to hide.
Although his physical condition was not as good as before, Fu Ze, who was extremely excited, also broke through his limits.
Driven by adrenaline, he immediately noticed Yuan Jianxing's subtle movements and connected them to their previous encounter.
Therefore, Fu Ze immediately took advantage of the situation and withdrew to avoid falling into the same predicament he had to take a risky step to escape in the past.
However, Hara Mihoshi is not the type to make the same mistake twice.
Therefore, unlike the previous encounter, his follow-up moves have undergone a completely new change this time.
Instead of following the standard response strategy of creating distance, he lunged forward, throwing Fu Ze, who had not yet regained his balance, backward.
The two of them rolled down onto the mattresses that were casually placed on the ground in the rest area, pushing the mattresses a considerable distance and kicking up a cloud of dust.
However, just as Fu Ze, who had regained his vision, twisted his body under Yuan Jianxing, trying to take the opportunity to free his wrist, a metal shackle had already replaced Yuan Jianxing's hand and fastened to Fu Ze's wrist.
With a click, the shackles were locked tight.
Then, there was another "clatter".
However, at this moment, Fu Ze's two hands were spread very far apart, the distance between them far exceeding the length of the shackles.
So where does the second "哢哒" come from?
Upon closer inspection, Fu Ze realized that the other end of the handcuffs had been fastened to his own wrist by Yuan Jianxing.
Now, no matter how hard he tries to dodge and maneuver, there's no way he can escape.
Fu Ze was only distracted for a moment, and Yuan Jianxing seized the opportunity to gain the upper hand in this hand-to-hand combat.
Because Sparrow Feather's frame was much smaller than Bogdan's, he was able to completely immobilize his opponent using only one leg this time.
After confirming that Fu Ze was determined to escape, Yuan Jianxing slowly spoke:
"This guy named Fu Ze."
"He is very pragmatic and will use everything he can to seize victory for himself, even his own victory."
“He is very cunning. He can always see the smallest changes at the first moment and then take advantage of them.”
"But he is very good at disguising himself. No matter what he is thinking, he will never show it, leaving others to guess behind him."
As Yuan Jianxing continued his narration, Fu Ze's struggles lessened, and he eventually settled into a relatively comfortable position.
It seems like they've resigned themselves to their fate, or perhaps they're just lying in wait for an opportunity.
Yuan Jianxing's eyes flickered slightly.
From his perspective, Fu Ze's posture at this moment was exactly the same as the one he had used to subdue Fu Ze on the cruise ship.
"This person sounds wicked. His death wouldn't be a cause for celebration or a cause for joy," Fu Ze said with unusual calm. "Then, Chief, why are you looking for him?"
Fu Ze, who had been forced back several steps by the sword-wielding Yuan Jianxing, twisted his body to avoid the sword tip aimed at him, and at the same time used the force of the blow to push Yuan Jianxing closer to danger.
"Yes, why?"
At this moment, Yuan Jianxing's face was divided by the bridge of his nose; one half was bathed in the warm orange-yellow hues of the setting sun, while the other half was a slightly gloomy and melancholic deep blue-purple.
"Because I did a few wrong things, wrong things that I could only barely make up for by apologizing to him in person."
As if certain that his sword would grow three inches longer, Yuan Jianxing didn't dodge, but charged straight at the tip of Fu Ze's sword.
In reality, Yuan Jianxing was currently positioned directly above Fu Ze's body, and the two were once again facing each other.
"The first mistake was failing to treat the other person as an equal."
"From the very beginning, I was prejudiced that the other party was a daring and indiscriminate murderer who couldn't distinguish right from wrong."
"Therefore, I observed him closely, I planned to use him, and I schemed to restrain him, but from beginning to end, I never thought about understanding him."
"The second mistake was that I pried into his past without permission and betrayed his trust."
"Although, as I just said, this person likes to lie, and all his past experiences are pieced together from other people."
"But if a person's past is already fragmented, what else can they do besides piecing it together and moving it around like this?"
"Moreover, he clearly knew that I might investigate further, but he still did it. Perhaps there was an element of taking a risk, but perhaps more of it was to give me an explanation and a clue that might be useful in the future."
"And the third mistake was also the most important one."
“I shouldn’t have remained silent when he needed my support the most, and even when he asked me for help.”
"I should have figured out what kind of existence the other person is to me long ago."
“I should also make a commitment immediately that no matter what the other person has done in the past, I am willing to accept him and share the burden with him.”
Fu Ze's sword, which was charging straight for Yuan Jianxing's vitals, suddenly stopped.
Looking into Yuan Jianxing's eyes, which were so close to his own, he suddenly felt like crying.
The response I had longed for before has now become real.
As long as you take the initiative to take that first step, you can achieve your goals.
But……
He still needs to find the key and fulfill his promise to Sparrow Feather.
I also need to give an account to the world.
And Yuan Jianxing must not be involved in all of this.
Therefore... you can't cross that line.
Fu Ze's gaze just missed Yuan Jianxing, as if it landed on something extremely far away. "I don't think he'll blame you."
Seeing the other person's reaction and hearing this answer, Yuan Jianxing seemed to freeze.
Despite being at a disadvantage, Fu Ze surprisingly chose to sheath his sword and refrain from further attacks.
"And most of the time, death is not as painful as you imagine."
Fu Ze shifted his gaze back to Yuan Jianxing.
His tone was like that of a highly professional documentary narrator, stating only the facts without any personal emotional coloring.
"Especially like this."
Fu Ze slightly raised his wrist and made a gun shape with his hand over his heart.
"Bang—"
As the gunshot rang out, Fu Ze, who had been slightly propped up by his elbows, fell freely, leaving trails of dust resembling flower petals in his wake.
Turning his head slightly, he seemed puzzled: "Everyone says that death absolves all debts, so why does the Chief insist on chasing after a dead man?"
When Fu Ze uttered the word "dead man," Yuan Jianxing trembled, as if the weight pressing down on Fu Ze had lightened considerably.
Seeing Yuan Jianxing, who was unusually out of control and whose movements were out of control, Fu Ze felt a desire for revenge rising in his heart.
He suddenly wanted to go a little too far, even further.
And so, the sword, which was about to fall completely back into its sheath, was drawn once more.
Therefore, Fu Ze said:
"Besides, even if we take a step back and say that none of this has anything to do with my Sparrow Feather?"
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