Chapter 24: Last Will and Testament

  In the midst of the thunderstorm's din, Zhang Lao Su slowly came to, opening his lifeless eyes.

  "Old Lock, you've woken up." Old Meng held Zhang Old Lock's hand and couldn't help but shed tears.

  "Old Meng." Zhang Laosuo said in a weak voice: "Where's Yaoyao?"

  A dying old man's greatest concern is his own granddaughter, which is also a common human feeling!

  "Niang Niang is fine, she's just sleeping!" Old Man Meng tried to struggle free, "I'll go wake her up."

  "No." Zhang Lao Su grasped the hand of his old friend tightly, a turbid tear rolling down from the corner of his eye. "Our Zhang family is finished, our home destroyed and our people gone, only this one child remains."

  Old Meng hastily comforted: "It's not like that, it's not like that. Little Lock went to find Zhen Niang and will be back soon."

  Zhang Lao Suo smiled sorrowfully and said in a low voice, "Don't deceive me anymore. When you were carrying me on the stretcher, my mind was still clear, and I heard what Shi Tou said. Xiao Suo, it's likely that he won't be able to come back. Zhen Niang, looking gentle but actually having a fierce temper. If we arrive at the White family and are... Alas! We're finished, the Zhang family is finished. I really wouldn't die in peace!"

  "Don't keep saying you're going to die, your injury isn't that serious." Old Man Meng said painfully: "Once we've recovered from our injuries, we'll still have to take revenge and get back at the White family!"

  Zhang Lao Suo clenched his fists upon hearing the news of revenge, hatred and pain twisting his face, a glimmer of determination flashing in his dull eyes, but it quickly disappeared. He sighed and said slowly: "Meng Lao Ge, I'm afraid it's no use, I'll have to entrust Niuniu to you. Go to the thatched cottage south of my house, under the water jar at the corner of the wall, there is some foreign money, take it..."

  The outer door of the house was opened with a creak, and the sound of wind and rain grew louder. The door was then closed again, and the sound subsided. Following several inquiries, a flurry of footsteps rushed past, and Huang Li pushed open the clinic door, striding in with large steps, followed by Meng Shi Tou.

  Huang Li put down the precious daughter on his shoulder, and lifted off the large cape that had been covering her head and was already soaked through. The people in the house widened their eyes, and Meng Shi couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.

  The development of the matter was beyond everyone's expectation, and no one knew what to ask or how to ask. When Zhen Niang came to her senses, she rushed to Zhang Lao Suo's side, crying and recounting the general situation, and only then did everyone know what had happened, all looking at Huang Li with strange eyes.

  At this time, Huang Li had taken off his wet clothes and hastily put on a suit of Wog's. He drank another glass of wine before he could calm down his tired, anxious and tense emotions, sat down in the chair and took a deep breath.

  "Gunfire, I'm not hallucinating." Vogg was already half-drunk, pointing at Huang Li and grinning foolishly: "You've killed a lot of people before, I figured it out long ago. Heh heh, I wasn't sure if you'd be willing to listen, and now I'm still not sure. Your plastic surgery is for escaping, or retreating, hiding, fleeing... oh, I haven't figured it out yet, haven't figured it out yet. You have a temperament that loves confrontation, a physique accustomed to intense activity. Although you're slightly chubby, your muscles, arms are frequently tense and exercised, extremely, extremely robust. Oh, you also have a kind of almost always controlled latent violence, but also very lively. And there's a kind of introspection that seems to make you suffer, but you rarely vent the anger triggered by that suffering."

  "You're stirring it up." Huang Li interrupted him, "We've discussed these words and phrases over and over again..."

  "We'll continue to talk, as long as there's progress." Wog raised his cup and clinked it against Huang Li's, slowly draining the liquor from his own cup. His eyes narrowed into slits as he said, "The reduced psychological pressure will allow, yes, is allowing your skills and intelligence to recover. But I think you'll never be able to connect them with anything that happened in your past, no, not with anything."

  "Why? Why can't I?" Huang Li frowned and asked.

  Because, because the physiological channels that allow and transmit this memory have changed, heh heh, they've changed." Vogel said with an inexplicable smile, shaking his head as he finished speaking, then suddenly leaned back in his chair and fell fast asleep.

  This guy seems to have been flipping through a medical book recently, I wonder if he's getting inspiration from the field of psychology or just talking nonsense. Huang Li was puzzled and rubbed his chin.

  "Huang brothers." Old Man Meng called out: "Lao Suo has something to say to you."

  "Oh, Huang Li hurriedly walked to Zhang Lao's side and said: 'Zhang Bo, do you feel better? Zhen Niang has returned, and Xiao Suo is definitely fine too. You can rest assured and recover from your injuries without worrying.'"

  Zhang Lao Suo gazed at the calendar, his eyes filled with complex emotions - a mix of reverence, anticipation, gratitude, and a hint of melancholy.

  "Huang brother, thank you for rescuing Zhen Niang." Zhang Lao Suo said: "You killed Bai Zonglin, because we've stirred up big trouble, this is really..."

  "It's okay." Huang Li comforted: "The White family's good-for-nothings, I'm not afraid of them."

  Zhang Laosuo rolled his eyes, although he was already exhausted, but his mind was very clear. Killing Bai Zonglin and making a big fuss at the White House was a huge deal. Huang Li might not be afraid, he had skills, but Zhen Niang and Niu Niu definitely couldn't stay here anymore. A widow with an orphaned child, even if they escaped, there would be no one to take care of them, which made people worried along the way!

  Zhang Laosuo had thought of this just now, Huang Li single-handedly broke into the White House, risking danger to rescue Zhen Niang, it can be seen that he is a good man who knows how to repay kindness and has a strong sense of justice. Asking him for help was the best solution Zhang Laosuo could think of, he stretched out his trembling hand towards Huang Li, who quickly grasped it.

  "Zhen Niang and Niu Niu can't stay here anymore. I have a cousin named He Dakuai, who had someone send him a letter two years ago. He's making a living in Tianjin at the Xingchang foot shop." Zhang Laosuo said: "Huang brother, this world is chaotic, and I'm really worried about these widows and orphans. I was thinking of asking you to escort them to Tianjin to seek refuge with their relatives, but I don't know..."

  So, Huang Li hesitated and did not immediately agree.

  "Zhen Niang, help me up." Zhang Lao Suo said to Zhen Niang beside him: "I'll give a big salute to Brother Huang."

  Huang Li was shocked and hastily stopped him, saying: "Old Zhang, you absolutely can't do this, I really can't bear it. I'll send them to Tianjin, don't worry."

  "Thank you, Brother Huang." Zhang Laosuo barely nodded his head in gratitude. With this weight off his mind, his spirit began to flag, his eyes dimming and growing smaller as he opened them wider.

  Under the sorrowful cries of Zhen Niang and Meng Lao, Zhang Lao Su concentrated all his energy to say his last wish: "...Zhen Niang, you must raise our daughter to adulthood...Life is hard...Relying on others won't work in the long run...If there's a good family...you can remarry...Meng Lao Ge...bury me at Hong Song Lin...my brothers are there...if Xia Su is found...also..." His voice grew weaker and weaker, his life fading away, his limbs already cold.

  Zhang Lao Suo has passed away, he completed a life of hardship and struggle, leaving the world with an unfulfilled wish in his heart. The world has lost another kind-hearted good person. Although he resisted and hid, he still could not escape the unfair fate.