As night falls, Qingjing City ten years ago is still prosperous and bustling. The neon lights of the city shine brightly, the noise of cars rushes by, and people can be seen everywhere on the streets, in buildings, and in parks. Everything looks so peaceful and serene.

  Under the dim yellow streetlights, a figure was stretched out in a slanted and elongated shape. He walked slowly, with a glossy black touchscreen phone still clutched in his right hand.

  By 2030, touchscreen mobile phones had long been popular in China, and it was common to see young men and women holding iPhones. The touchscreen phone in his hand didn't look particularly impressive.

  "Can it really be returned?"

  Ye Ming lowered his head, and his sharp eyes, honed from years of practice, scanned the phone, a look of puzzlement flashing across his face.

  Unintentionally, Ye Ming flipped out the 'phone book' in his hand, and unintentionally, he pressed a number of one of them by mistake.

  What's shocking is that this phone call actually went through!

  Making phone calls is a matter of course, an unprecedented normalcy. But the key point is that this mobile phone was brought back by itself after ten years!

  Ten years ago, I made a phone call for ten years later, what is this concept?

  Everything was so strange and unpredictable, but this unbelievable thing happened to Ye Ming.

  Taking a deep breath, Ye Ming slowly pressed the keyboard, entered a line of numbers, and waited quietly for the phone to connect.

  After a moment, the phone rang with a ringtone that was like thunder, making Ye Ming's already restless heart jump up and down.

  "Hello."

  A low voice, mixed with a hint of despair, suddenly came from the phone.

  Got it!

  "Is... Zhao Weilong?!" Ye Ming could hear Zhao Weilong's voice, but he still didn't dare to confirm, and asked with some trembling.

  "Yes, I'm Zhao Weilong, who are you?" On the other end of the phone, Zhao Weilong seemed to have taken a sip of wine and continued in a melancholic tone.

  "I am Ye Ming." Ye Ming said slowly after taking a deep breath.

  Zhao Weilong smiled and said, "So it's Ye Ming after all. I saw a guy named Ye Ming get blown up on TV the day before yesterday, and I thought it was you. You scared me to death."

  Ye Ming froze for a moment, until Zhao Weilong called him, then he came back to his senses.

  He thought of that guy who was known as the 'Lottery King' but had never won a big prize, and suddenly felt a surge of excitement in his heart. He said softly, "Weilong, take good care of yourself."

  "Yè Míng, what did you say?"

  "Hello? Hello?"

  On the other end of the phone came Zhao Weilong's somewhat puzzled voice, Ye Ming smiled slightly and lightly pressed the red touchscreen button on his mobile phone.

  Taking a deep breath, Ye Mingqiang suppressed the excitement in his heart and waited quietly on the spot.

  "Hurry up, catch her, don't let her get away!"

  "Damn it, hurry up and chase, what am I feeding you for?"

  In an instant, a woman rushed out from a dark corner of the street. Her face was filled with panic, her eyes were full of fear, and her fragile body was covered in tattered clothes, with a few strands of black hair disheveled, and a purplish bruise on her arm.

  With the appearance of the woman, a low growl also spread out.

  The angry roar came from a group of young men with bare arms, each holding a club, four in total, with tattoos on their backs, illuminated by the streetlights, looking ferocious.

  Even though he had experienced such a scene before, when Ye Ming saw the woman's panicked expression, his heart still ached slightly.

  "Help! Help!!"

  The woman looked around frantically for help, and at this time, there were sparse pedestrians strolling on the road. When they heard the cry and came to look, when they saw the four young men, their eyes flashed with a hint of helplessness and fear, and then turned and left.

  Seeing this, the woman was thoroughly desperate. She ran to the edge of the bridge and looked back at the four people behind her with despair in her eyes. Her teeth clenched, tears streaming down her face, she turned around and was about to jump into the Qing River.

  Just then, a voice suddenly entered his ears.

  "Wait."

  The woman's body shook slightly, as if she had grasped a lifeline. She hastily turned her head to look, and when she saw the person in front of her clearly, her expression paused for a moment, and she said with some surprise: "Is it you?"

  Ye Ming smiled and nodded, saying to her: "Didn't I tell you, if there's anything, just give me a call?"

  Wang Qingya was taken aback, and a hint of apology flashed in her eyes.

  She is very beautiful, and many men have approached her in this way. Although she politely accepted the phone numbers they handed over, she would eventually delete them, including that of the man in front of her.

  "My...my phone fell off." Wang Qingya said with her head down, somewhat stuttering.

  Is it?

  Ye Ming glanced at Wang Qingya and gently pulled her behind him, saying lightly: "From now on, leave it to me."

  Looking at the four young men, Ye Ming secretly thought: "Qing Ya, ten years ago, I was weak and had no backbone. Although I saved you in the end, I still let you get hurt. This time when I come back, it won't be like that."

  Everything is real, everything is that scene, only Ye Ming himself knows that what he has experienced is two different time and space.

  "Hey kid, hand over that woman behind you." A blond-haired young man standing in front of Wang Qingya said to Ye Ming.

  "Give you one minute, get out of my sight." Ye Ming's sharp eyes swept over the four people and said indifferently.

  As Ye Ming looked at them like that, the four people suddenly felt a chill run down their spines. They didn't know that in ten years' time, Ye Ming hadn't learned anything except for one thing - how to fight.

  "Brother, that woman is not someone you can protect. We are from the Yu Lian Gang of the Southeast District. Be smart and leave quickly." Another young man, who was a bit older, close to thirty, seemed to have sensed Ye Ming's unusualness and also slowed down his tone.

  "There's still half a minute." Ye Ming glanced at the four people, his tone already indifferent.

  "Looking for death!"

  The four of them exchanged a glance and immediately said that rod was swung at Ye Ming.

  Ye Ming's mouth corner revealed a hint of a smile, he grabbed one person in front of him with his left hand, and the powerful palm made the person let out a miserable cry. Then his body rotated, using the club in the grabbed person's hand to block another person's incoming attack. He lifted his foot and kicked it onto one person's chin with a loud "bang", directly knocking them unconscious.

  Knocking one person down, Ye Ming didn't stop at all. In the moment when the other three were stunned, a punch was thrown out like lightning. The yellow-haired young man blocked with his right hand, but only felt a suffocating feeling in his chest. Before he knew it, a foot had already landed on top of him. Immediately afterwards, an extremely strong impact force made him retreat several meters and fall to the ground, almost choking.

  The other two saw that Ye Ming's hands were so nimble, and a hint of horror flashed in their eyes. They shouted loudly and threw themselves at Ye Ming together.

  Ye Ming didn't flinch, and at the moment when the two clubs were swung, his hands shot out like lightning, grabbing the wrists of both men. At the same time, he lifted his right foot and kicked the man on the right in the face, sending him tumbling to the ground.

  The last one, wanting to attack Ye Ming's head, but Ye Ming arched his waist and dodged the blow, grabbing the man's hair and slamming him onto his own knee with a loud thud.

  Less than three minutes, four people settled.

  For Ye Ming, these small fries were nothing to be concerned about. Before his rebirth, when the sect was in a fierce battle, he would always charge forward and fight to the death.

  Wang Qing looked at Ye Ming in a daze, her delicate eyes full of surprise.

  "Ye Ming, are you okay?" Wang Qingya asked with some concern as Ye Ming looked at her.

  "It's nothing."

  Ye Ming looked at Wang Qingya with a loving gaze, suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her to his side.

  Wang Qingya's face turned red, although Ye Ming had saved her, but not to the extent of dedicating herself to him, and she couldn't help but ask in a panic: "You... what are you doing?"

  "Look at you, can't you pay attention properly?"

  Ye Ming's voice was very gentle, he took out a small box of medicine from his pocket, dipped some cotton balls in it, and gently applied it to Wang Qingya's bruised arm.

  Looking at his focused expression and movements, Wang Qingya suddenly felt a little dazed. In this instant, she suddenly felt that this was what Ye Ming owed her, it was what should be.

  King Qingya immediately woke up and scolded herself for being ruthless while secretly sizing up Ye Ming.

  High nose bridge, thick black eyebrows, narrow and long eyes, delicate face, Ye Ming is not very handsome, but extremely delicate, giving people a feeling of being suddenly enlightened.

  "Does it hurt?" Just then, Ye Ming suddenly raised his head and asked.

  Wang Qingya was startled in her heart, and her small face suddenly became a bit hot. She hastily shifted her gaze away and said somewhat flusteredly: "It's...it's fine."

  Ye Ming wiped Wang Qingya's wound again, finally sticking a band-aid on it, and said softly: "Be more careful in the future, some places are not suitable for women to go around randomly, got it?"

  Wang Qingya pursed her lips and said: "I... I didn't go there on purpose, I was..."?

  "I know."

  Before she could finish speaking, Ye Ming smiled and said: "Remember my phone number, if you have any business in the future, look for me, remember, you must look for me."

  Looking at Ye Ming's firm face, Wang Qingya nodded involuntarily.

  "Let's go, I'll see you home."

  "Uh-huh."

  Under the dim streetlights, two figures stretched out in a slanting line. Ten years ago, they were like this; ten years later, they still are. Only the process in between has undergone some changes.

  ;?