9457 was gone, and so were Li Xiaohao and Bai Huaqian, leaving a field of corpses that put Li Taiming and Li Xiaoshu in a difficult position. Li Taiming stroked his clean-shaven chin, "This is good; they just left, and now we are the scapegoats for a prison riot." "That won't happen," Bing Yu said, flashing a slight smile toward Li Taiming. She walked to the control room, dragged up the two guards who had been pretending to be dead, and said to them with a threat in her voice, "I'm still one short; which one of you wants to volunteer?" At first hearing this, both men were stunned silent.

After a long moment, they remembered to beg for mercy. The injured one scrambled forward, shaking his head desperately. "My family..." "Elderly parents above, young children below, right?" Before he could finish, Bing Yu cut in.

"Yes, yes..." He nodded frantically. Bing Yu let out two cold laughs. "Is your subtext that I should choose him?" she said, pointing toward the other guard.

Seeing that he was about to become the victim of someone else's blade, the guard cried out in panic, "No, no, there are plenty of other inmates in the sector. We were knocked out by those thugs who just appeared; we didn't see anything, didn't hear anything. You and your friend were never here.

I’ll smash the surveillance footage immediately and claim it was destroyed during the prison break." Li Taiming and Bing Yu exchanged a look. In the blink of an eye, Li Taiming produced a small knife from somewhere and plunged it accurately into the speaking guard's heart. Bing Yu casually tapped the temple of the injured guard with the crook of her scythe, and the two living men immediately collapsed onto the floor.

Their actions infuriated Xiaoshu, who pointed at Li Taiming, too choked with anger to speak for a long time. That cunning, old uncle not only pretended not to see his angry glare but also spoke to him affably, "This is all for you! Since you are willing to betray your companions, since you are willing to use others as your scapegoats, you will definitely betray us in the future.

Bing Yu and I aren't afraid, but what about you? Do you still want to return to a normal life? And him?

Does he still want to hold a grand funeral?" Hearing this, Xiaoyu, who had been crouching in the corner, finally reacted. He looked up at the hypocritical man and woman before him, realizing only then that he had trusted the wrong people and should not have listened to their seductive words to come here with Li Taiming. "Xiaoshu," Xiaoyu reached out a hand to him.

Because he had been squatting for too long, his legs were numb, and he couldn't stand up immediately. He had to borrow Xiaoshu's arm to support his body, slowly straightening his knees, which felt as stiff as rust. "What happened to Hua Gu later?" Xiaoyu asked concernedly about Hua Gu while laboriously standing up, waiting for the tingling numbness to leave his legs.

"I left her and Ali at the hospital and hired an attendant. They have money; they should be fine," Xiaoshu said. Seeing that he had recovered his former demeanor, completely devoid of the killer's edge, she felt much relieved.

"I don't have much time left," Xiaoyu leaned on Xiaoshu's shoulder, his eyes shimmering with crystalline tears. "Find a way to let me see her before I leave this world. I need to apologize to her in person.

If there's time, I want to go back and see my older sister." "Mhm," Upon hearing these words, Xiaoshu couldn't help but sob. Besides a muffled "Mhm," all she could do was nod her head desperately.