Rebirth: You Save Me with Your Deep Love

Zhong Ziwan had no idea of ​​Fu Jian’s complicated emotions. She only remembered the various physical injuries her uncle suffered before his death.

"He's dead. He was shot and fell into the water. Although he was rescued on a boat, his wound was seriously infected. After eight days of treatment, his lungs were completely infected and he died..."

Listening to Zhong Ziyuan's narration, Fu Jian breathed heavily, then closed his eyes and leaned quietly against the wall.

Is that so?

When I saw him being rescued by a ship, I thought he might be alive, but he had been hiding so well over the years that I couldn't find him.

Now that I have received the confirmed news, the little bit of expectation in my heart has been completely put to rest!

But, thinking of that person's voice, appearance and smile...

In countless dark nights, while touching the things that man had used, Fu Jian couldn't help but think: If I had listened to his advice, quit the business, and stayed away from the black market, then...

Will there be different endings between them?

Zhong Ziwan seemed to know what Fu Jian was thinking. A trace of disgust flashed across her eyes, and she interrupted Fu Jian's fantasy with unceremoniously words.

"He won't like you, never. My uncle is a police officer who graduated from the Police College and has strong convictions and national beliefs. He has worked hard to uphold justice all his life. You two have been two opposites from the beginning and will never meet again."

After Zhong Ziyuan finished speaking, she felt it was not enough and added: "Even if there is an intersection, it is just the intersection of two straight lines in the plane. From this point on, they will only go further and further away..."

Listening to Zhong Ziyuan's words, Fu Jian's face became darker and darker. His tough eyes stared at Zhong Ziyuan, and his words were no longer as calm as the Honduran tyrant's. "You're talking nonsense. He was clearly shaken..."

He persuaded himself, saying: "As long as you let go of all this, there will be a chance to turn back."

What he said was that he just couldn't let go of fame and fortune and chose what he thought was important!

"Yes, he wavered, but that was when he thought you could turn back. And if you didn't turn back, he wouldn't waver again."

After Zhong Ziyuan finished speaking, she took out a beautiful dagger from her back. The scabbard was inlaid with two beautiful gems, one red and one blue.

This dagger doesn't look like it's used for killing people at all. Instead, it looks like a toy that girls like.

"Before my uncle died, if he gave me a chance, I would return this to you..." Zhong Ziwan said with a fierce look in her eyes. She pulled out the dagger and slashed it heavily at Fu Jian's ankle.

We can't kill him, but we can't cut his tendons and make him a cripple...

The dagger looked like a girl's toy, but its blade was extremely sharp.

After the knife, there was a sharp pain...

Fu Jian knew that his hamstrings were broken and he would never be able to walk properly again!

But... whether or not you can walk properly doesn't seem to be important anymore.

Zhong Ziwan looked at the forbearance on Fu Jian's face, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she pulled the other's left hand over, and then with a knife, she cut the tendons at the wrist.

He threw the bloody scabbard at Fu Jian, threw the dagger into the trash can beside him, and took a piece of tissue to wipe the blood off his hands.

Fu Jian looked at the dagger that fell into the trash can. In fact, compared to the gorgeous scabbard, he wanted the dagger more so that he could leave when no one was paying attention.

But he knew that these people would not give it to him.

But fortunately there is still a scabbard...

Fu Jian endured the pain and used his intact right hand to hold the scabbard tightly in his hand, stroking the two gems on it with his thumb.

This dagger was given to him by me...

After accepting the dagger, he persuaded himself to close the black market and give up everything under his command...

Once, I used this dagger to cut the tendons in his hands, making him unable to hold a gun anymore.

Now, his nephew also used this dagger to cut his own tendons in his feet and hands. It was really a tit-for-tat...

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Parker looked at the monitor and saw the woman cutting people's tendons with great skill, and he felt panic in his heart.

Subconsciously, he looked at Chu Tingfeng, "Mr. Chu, do you think she...stayed with me just for revenge?"

Will there be a day when that pair of beautiful hands, holding a cold knife, press it against my neck?

Chu Tingfeng turned his head and looked at Parker's uneasy expression. After thinking for a while, he replied: "Probably not!"

Parker's uneasiness did not subside at all when he heard this. He pointed at the screen and said, "But this..."

"You are not Fu Jian, and she is not Zhong Ji. You two are not at the point of a fight to the death."

"Ah? What do you mean?" Parker couldn't understand what Chu Tingfeng meant.

"Zhong Ziyuan is not someone who only has love in her heart. In addition to love, she also has feelings, the feelings of seeking fairness and justice for the weak in the world, and you..."

Chu Tingfeng said, looking Parker up and down, "You can be her helper on this road."

Parker nodded, not quite understanding what he meant. The Chinese language is so profound!

There are so many words as a buffer between killing and not killing, and he doesn't quite understand them.

But one thing is clear, I was useful to Michelle, so she chose me.

It’s a pity, although it’s not entirely because of feelings, but at least it’s the ending I want!

Be content, Parker. Nothing is perfect...