Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

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Lujiang Private Hospital in the Magic City was located on the side of a hill. Its unique position and the spectacular woods surrounding it made it one of the most luxurious hospitals available. The majority of the people here were not patients, but medical personnel. It was common to see an aged patient followed by a group of medical personnel. They would even measure the wind speed as a safety precaution...

There was a spacious ward on the fourth floor. It was already midnight, so most of the medical personnel had left. Only a few had stayed to be on guard. The nurses were dozing off. They looked quite tired.

"Mother, I'll bring you home. You aren't used to resting here," a man with glossy hair spoke up.

"I want to stay here," the woman said.

"It's fine, I'll be keeping an eye here," the man said.

"Al...alright. Oh Youqian, I wouldn't know what to do if you weren't here with me." The woman seemed haggard.

The family had suddenly ended up in such a miserable state that only pain and grief were left. Bai Mingjing felt like she could not bear it any longer.

The man sent Bai Mingjing on her way and came back to the fourth floor. He glanced at a man with a scarred face and said, "Do me a favor tonight."

"You can't do it yourself, right?" the scarface said.

"Wait until it's two in the morning. I didn't expect the old man to last for so long," Zhao Youqian said.

"You're seriously the most cold-blooded person I've ever seen," the scarface grinned.

"An assassin like you has no right to criticize me," Zhao Youqian harrumphed.

The scarface leaned against the wall beside the door and watched Zhao Youqian leave. His eyes flickered with a slight hint of hostility.

He was holding a certain grudge against Zhao Youqian. His wife would not have been eaten by the island monster if the man had not hired them for the job.

That being said, it was not too bad working for Zhao Youqian; at least he would receive great benefits once the man took over the Zhao Clan.

After taking a look at his watch, Bacon lit up a cigarette and started smoking on the spot.

"Sir, you're not allowed to smoke here. Please smoke at the end of the corridor," a nurse that was dozing off spoke up immediately.

Bacon smacked his lips. However, he was not too bothered by it. He slowly moved to the end of the corridor.

"Wait, sir, there's an injection scheduled soon. Can you please let Dr. Mo in first?" the nurse said.

"Here's the magic lock, do whatever you want," Bacon indifferently tossed the key to the magic lock to the nurse.

The nurse caught it and placed it aside. She began to do some paperwork.

Not long after, a doctor wearing a mask showed up. He glanced at the scarface Bacon standing at the end of the corridor alertly, but soon averted his gaze. He nodded at the nurse that had managed to get the key to the magic lock.

He went inside the ward. The room was fairly spacious with all kinds of instruments. However, it felt extremely cold inside.

The room had French windows, so it was possible to see into the room from the outside. The nurse went into the room and drew the curtains. The two Mages on duty felt it was inappropriate, but the nurse simply glared at them and continued to draw the curtains.

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"Thanks, you've done me a huge favor," the doctor said sincerely.

"Just hurry up, the guy is going to be back after he's done smoking," the nurse said.

The doctor went over to the sickbed. His eyes reddened when he saw the old man lying on the bed who had no sign of vitality on his face.

In Zhao Manyan's memories, that face always had the imperious expression of someone that ruled over a renowned clan, but it would occasionally have a patient and loving look when the man was looking at him. However, it had now wilted like an old tree. Zhao Manyan suddenly felt he was having difficulty breathing properly!

Zhao Manyan took a deep breath. His whole throat felt sour. He was trying his best to keep his calm.

However, the face like a wilted tree shuddered a little. The man's eyes slowly opened. The dull eyes that were overwhelmed with fatigue glanced at Zhao Manyan.

Zhao Manyan was stunned. He did not dare to say a word.

The old man suddenly became restless. He tried to reach his hand toward Zhao Manyan's face.

Zhao Manyan was still wearing a mask. He did not expect his father would be able to recognize him at first glance. When the cold fingers touched his face, he could no longer hold back the tears that were spinning in his eyes. They began to run down his face.

Zhao Manyan held the old man's skinny hand. There were lots of things he wanted to say, but he was choked with sobs.

"Dad..." Zhao Manyan finally gathered his thoughts, but to his astonishment, the old man's hand fell to the side as if it had lost its strength...

His eyes that were glittering were tightly shut now. There was less pain on his face, but it had lost all vitality.

His father had passed away...

His heart had stopped beating. His body had lost its warmth. He had really passed away.

Zhao Manyan crouched still. His heart was experiencing a great surge of emotions. His face greatly contorted in pain.

"You...you were waiting for me all along?" Zhao Manyan finally spoke, staring at the old man who was already dead.

His father was gravely ill after the World College Tournament. Zhao Manyan was told that he would not live for more than half a month. The family had agreed to let him die peacefully in advance, to avoid being tortured by the illness.

However, it had already been half a year since then, but the old man was still holding onto his last breath.

The man had endured the pain and torture for half a year… just to hear the news that he was still alive and see his son for one last time!

Zhao Manyan could no longer withhold the emotions in his heart. He fell onto the chest of the old man that was slowly growing cold and burst out crying like a kid.

The nurse let out a sigh upon seeing this.

The father and son were separated by death right after they had reunited. The old man had endured the torture of the illness for half a year just for this moment. The past half a year was longer than the old man's entire life.

Luckily, he made it. His father could finally rest in peace.

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"Sir, you still have the smell of a cigarette on you, you can't go in there!" a nurse yelled loudly outside the room.

"Time's up; having the smell or not doesn't matter to the old man now," Bacon smiled.

"How can you say that? He's still a patient. He's still alive as long as he's breathing," the nurse snapped.

"You still don't know what I do for a living, right?" Bacon looked at the stubborn nurse with a cold grin, "You save people's lives, but I'm quite the opposite!"

The nurse backed away subconsciously after seeing the man's terrifying gaze.

Bacon opened the door and immediately noticed the man wearing a mask.

"Who are you?" Bacon immediately showed strong hostility and glared at Zhao Manyan sharply.

"Sir, he's Dr. Mo, he's working the night shift today," the nurse quickly explained.

"Take off the mask," Bacon snapped coldly, but did not attack right away.

"Mr. Bacon, there's no need to be so rude..."

"It's none of your business!" Bacon glared at the nurse. The nurse froze in place. She was so terrified that she could not even speak.

Bacon walked up to Zhao Manyan and repeated, "Take off the mask!"

Zhao Manyan's breathing intensified after feeling the enormous pressure from the man.

Zhao Manyan recognized the man. He was one of the assassins that Zhao Youqian had hired to kill him. He was a Super Mage. Zhao Manyan did not stand a chance against him.

Zhao Manyan slowly took off the mask under the pressure, revealing his face. It was a haggard but handsome face.

Bacon stared at Zhao Manyan. His murderous aura rose for a moment, but it soon dissipated rapidly.

"I'm sorry, I've never seen you before. Dr. Mo, right? How's the old man?" Bacon withdrew his intimidating demeanor and wore an insincerely apologetic smile.

"He passed away, just a moment ago," Zhao Manyan said.

"Oh? Guess it makes me less guilty," Bacon said.

"Tell the family to make arrangements," Zhao Manyan donned the mask and left the ward with a cold expression.

"Don't you worry, it will surely be a grand funeral knowing how rich the family is, hehe!" Bacon replied.

Zhao Manyan took a deep breath again while heading out of the room. The nurse followed quickly.

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After going outside, Zhao Manyan was struggling to breathe. The tears that he tried his very best to hold still ended up pouring down like a rain.

Zhao Youqian had the urge to tear the scarface into pieces with his bare hands when he was uttering disrespectful words at his father. Unfortunately, he could not do it, since he was still too weak to take the man on, nor could he do anything to Zhao Youqian, who basically had the whole Zhao Clan under his control now.

Zhao Manyan walked aimlessly on the streets, like a zombie. The city was still lively at night. In the past, he would be spending his money recklessly by now. However, the city looked completely empty in his eyes. All he could see was a boundless darkness!

There was no sense of direction, nor a single glimpse of light in it.

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Zhao Manyan had no idea where he was after wandering around aimlessly. He only sensed a black shadow moving past him from the side.

Zhao Manyan lifted his gaze and saw a familiar figure slowly walking out of the shadow with a pure and sincere smile.

"Old Zhao, I knew you weren't dead!" Mo Fan quickened his pace after appearing from the shadows.

Zhao Manyan was stunned. He smiled too, even though his smile looked rather ugly.