In two lifetimes, no matter which one, Liu Hun couldn't let go of the old man's death; it was a heavy blow for Liu Hun. However, he also understood that this matter couldn't be rushed. Eventually, he would make those people pay with blood, but for now, the time had not yet come.
Suppressing the anger and sorrow in his heart, Liu Hun drove home, while Han San left Southeast Province overnight and went abroad.
The next morning, very early, Liu Hun drove with Liu Xiaoya towards Shanghe Village.
"Brother, what's wrong with you? Since you came back last night, I felt something was off with you." Just before reaching Shanghe Village, Liu Xiaoya couldn't hold it any longer and asked Liu Hun with concern.
"Xiaoya, if one day a loved one was murdered, what would you do?" Liu Hun remained silent for a moment and then asked Liu Xiaoya.
