"Seventeen years ago, after the Guangwu Gate shooting incident, the Ideal Land was officially wanted, the organization completely disintegrated, and the members scattered everywhere. Some were arrested and imprisoned, some fled abroad, and others… were never heard from again."
He paused, a touch of indescribable bitterness appearing in his eyes:
"At that time, my identity was leaked, and I was fully pursued by the Special Search Team. In a hurry, I boarded a fishing boat to stow away to the Southern Ocean."
"During that time, I lived like a stray dog, only concerned with desperately running away, avoiding investigation, and had no time to pay attention to what was happening in the country."
"So, about your father's death, I'm truly unaware of the specific situation."
Fang Cheng frowned slightly, looking disappointed:
"You don't even know?"
Ye Zhiran slowly shook his head, then added:
