Chapter 1: First Encounter After Leaving Prison

  A dimly lit prison, a group of men wearing prisoner uniforms gathered together, some whistling occasionally, some joking and teasing each other, several leaning against each other with a lazy expression, all their gazes focused on one spot.

  "Damn it! This man actually messed with this kid, he's asking for trouble!"

  "This little brat looks so tender and delicate, but when he gets fierce, he's ruthless to the point of being merciless. Those eyes look even more brutal than those of a wild beast! I really don't know how this kid was raised!"

  "Look at her ferocity, she's even more twisted than me, a murderer! Screw it, if I can't take her on, I'll just hide!"

  "Yes, it's better not to mess with this kid, or you'll end up dead."

  All that could be seen was a frail "youth" with a faint light on his back, the outline somewhat indistinct, but the ferocity emanating from him sent chills down one's spine. In contrast to her, the man beneath her was at least a head and a half taller than her.

  "Bang!" A loud noise, the "youth" picked up a stone from the side and fiercely smashed it onto the head of the man below, instantly the man let out a miserable cry, his head gushing out a large patch of blood, staining the ground red in an instant, shocking and frightening.

  Her hair was cut very short, revealing a smooth forehead, her dry lips were cracked and pale, her straight nose was high and pointed, this was an extremely excellent face. A scar from the corner of her eyebrow to the corner of her eye destroyed this originally excellent face, giving off a fierce aura. Her eyes shone with a harsh light, without any warmth, with the ferocity and cruelty of a wild beast. She picked up the ceramic bowl on the ground, "bang" smashing it to pieces, then grasped a small sharp piece of ceramic and directly stabbed it into the right hand of the man under her.

  "Ahh!" A heart-wrenching scream escaped from the man's mouth, his eyes rolled back, and he finally fainted.

  She confirmed he was thoroughly unconscious before she got up and left with a cold face.

  "My god! This guy is really going to die! This kid is too ruthless!"

  The people around him snickered and warned, "You'd better keep your voice down, don't let that kid hear you. If she hears you, the next one lying on the ground will be you."

  "Damn it! I was just joking!" The voice behind him clearly weakened, and among these people, no one was not afraid of that kid. However, as long as you don't provoke her on purpose, she won't attack you without reason.

  Most of these people had tasted the boy's ferocity before. At first, they saw that he was delicate and handsome, with refined eyebrows and eyes, even wearing ordinary prison clothes, which made them stunning. They thought this boy was a softie. These men had been in prison for years, pent up for too long without release, seeing how good-looking he was, one by one putting their attention on him. Although it's said that love between men is nothing new here, like a home-cooked meal. They thought they didn't need to use much effort to take down this boy, but unexpectedly, this boy wasn't someone to be trifled with from the start. He broke several ribs and still didn't make a sound, severely injured yet still managed to fight back, hitting harder and more fiercely, completely disregarding his own life in his fighting style.

  There was a time when this kid had several ribs broken, and a self-righteous man thought he could take advantage of her in the middle of the night. These people also saw it clearly and didn't plan to intervene. This place is like that, where the strong prey on the weak, and only the fittest survive. Unexpectedly, this kid still had the strength, and finally, with a calm face, she stabbed a knife through the man's throat. The ruthless look was etched in their memory, and fortunately, the stab was slightly off-center, so the man managed to barely save his life, hanging on by a thread, and has been lying in bed ever since. From then on, this kid became famous after one battle. Whoever saw him didn't dare to provoke him easily, but there are always some people who don't know when to stop. In these five years, many people have fought with him, but no one has won once. This kid's determination is simply desperate and fierce. Others can see that ferocity and momentum, and before the fight even starts, they've already lost a bit of their edge. The record he set still hasn't been broken by anyone. This kid looks delicate and weak, but unexpectedly, he's as tough as nails, like a cockroach that can't be killed or crippled. His endurance is also chilling to think about. With several ribs broken and his hands and feet fractured, he didn't make a sound or move an inch. Thinking about such a pervert makes one's heart feel cold to the core.

  The next day, however, the room of only a dozen or so square meters was tidy and clean, with a stone-wooden table placed beside the stone bed. It was somewhat dimly lit, with a small rectangular opening high up on the stone wall, through which a few faint rays of light entered. A figure could be vaguely seen, its outline somewhat blurry in the shallow sunlight, which stretched out its shadow to make it seem long and thin. The eyes were narrowed slightly, making it impossible to discern any emotion, and the person lay straight as a board on the wooden bed, with dry, cracked lips that had split open in several places, looking rather pale.

  "Creak." With a sound, a prison guard opened the iron gate: "Meng Zhenyan, come out."

  As he opened his eyes, a sharp knife light shot towards him, the black pupils were icy cold. The prison guard was startled by her gaze and shrank his head, stuttering: "Meng Zhan, your sentence is over. You can leave today."

  Out of the prison, Meng Zhen took a deep breath, his hands clasped in his worn-out sleeves, his collar covering half of his face, revealing a pair of apathetic eyes. He turned back to stare at the words on the door, his lips curled into a mocking and ruthless cold smile.

  It's been five years, she's been in this prison for five years, barely surviving a life worse than death. She can never forget the man who pushed her into this dark and hopeless place with his own hands five years ago. "Hmph" A cold smile rose from the bottom of her heart. Lu Xi Chen, Li Ning Xie, you must not have thought that I could come out alive from here! Narrowing her eyes, she hid the hatred in them. This time, what you owe me, Meng Zuan Yan will make you pay back a thousand times, ten thousand times.

  A gust of cold wind blew by, and the fine black hair was slightly yellowish, the bangs fell down, covering the contours, making it impossible to see through those deep and mysterious eyes, which were as cold as a person without temperature.

  The sky was dark with thick clouds, and the fine raindrops began to hit the ground, one by one. There were only a few pedestrians on the street, holding up their umbrellas and running home. The streets were bustling with cars, and high-rise buildings stood tall. One by one, small cars drove away from the curb, catching her eye. Her outer clothes were already soaked by the rainwater, as well as her short hair. Those black eyes stared at the red light across the street, unblinking, waiting for it to turn green before she started walking. Raindrops fell onto her cheeks, flowing over her eyelids and down her neck. She walked up to the bank entrance, paused for a few seconds, then stepped inside.

  When she left, the rain had stopped, but the weather was still gloomy. She clutched her bank card tightly in her hand, feeling a chill at heart. Didn't she already know this outcome? Her father had immediately frozen all her savings when he found out she was a daughter and not a son, leaving her with nothing. And her mother had paid the price for this deception too. The bitterness on her lips, the suppressed ice in her eyes, chilled to the bone, it was all because of that so-called love, that worthless man who had ruined herself and her mother. With a "crack", she snapped the card in two and threw it to the ground, pulled up her collar and walked to the nearby park.

  After the gentle rain, the leaves on both sides flowed with clear rainwater. The wet wooden chairs by the side of the road had already been soaked in the rain. Meng Zhan didn't even look at them as he sat down, staring blankly into the distance. In the far-off hazy green mountains, a misty fog was rising, but his heart felt not a single thread of warmth.

  A high-end Bentley suddenly stopped by the side of the road, its black transparent window slowly sliding down, revealing a pair of deep and dark eyes that seemed to be gazing out with an air of coldness. The eyes showed no emotion, their outline sharp as if carved by a knife, with a straight nose bridge below and beautiful lips pursed tightly together. A tailored black suit accentuated the person's tall and majestic physique, exuding an aura of intimidation that was both elegant and refined.

  "Oh no, the car seems to have broken down." Ahead, the driver tried to start the engine several times but failed. His hands gripping the steering wheel tightened and his face showed some tension.

  "Send someone over to fix it." The cold, hard voice was like metal clashing, low and pleasant to the extreme. He rolled down the car window, got out, stopped by the side of the road, raised his eyes, and that figure fell into his line of sight. It seemed to be a boy even thinner than a woman, with the cold wind blowing up her somewhat yellow hair, revealing a clear outline. From the side, this was indeed an extremely well-grown boy, and even he was a little surprised. He continued to look at him, and the black thin shirt made his skin appear even whiter, with a slender and straight nose bridge, and tightly pursed lips. In his heart, he wondered when he had been so curious about someone? His pupils were deep, just about to withdraw his line of sight, but met a pair of sharp eyes like knife blades. Those eyes did not have the same coldness as his, they were truly without temperature, piercing directly into his heart. Although she hid deeply, he still saw a hint of vicissitudes and ruthlessness. The scar from her forehead to the corner of her eye was prominent, making her originally gentle outline appear cold and stern.

  Gu Mo was shocked in his heart, this young man looked like he should be less than twenty years old! Why did he have such sharp eyes, those eyes were exactly the same as the wild beasts he had killed on previous missions, with no human temperature except for cruelty, and it was extremely chilling.

  Meng Zhen withdrew his gaze and no longer cared about the inquiring gazes behind him. He stood up and left.

  Night falls, neon lights crisscrossing from the skybridge above scatter on the ground, people come and go on both sides of the street, a round moon hangs in the sky, shining with a dim cold light, only a few stars in the distance respond to each other, revealing a sense of desolation and loneliness.

  Meng Zhan found a phone booth, picked up the phone, dialed a long string of numbers. The other end rang continuously without anyone answering, just as she was about to hang up, the other party suddenly answered.

  "Hello, who is it?"

  Her hand tightened around the phone, unsure of what to say. Her face turned pale, her throat suddenly constricted in pain, unable to make a sound. Her fingertips trembled violently as she wanted to ask him, "Is my mom okay?"... How could she be okay? Any normal woman would go crazy after being forcibly sent to a mental hospital for years. The tightness in her chest was suffocating. She wished she could turn back time and rush to her mom's side, take her out of there. But now, all the assets in her account were frozen, she didn't have a single penny on her, not even enough to buy a ticket. How could she rescue her mom? Her eyes welled up with tears, her eye sockets red from holding back sobs. She had never regretted anything so much, for pouring her heart out for a man who never loved her, only to fall from heaven into hell. This was her punishment.