"Madam... I..."

The wind blew on the rooftop, and the crow woke up. After hesitating for a long time, he cautiously asked, "Did I do something wrong?"

The woman holding the umbrella silently gazed at the trees, buildings, and birds in the old city. She shook her head and said, "You didn't do anything wrong."

Since the rules of the Sincere Heart Society have been established, they should naturally be followed.

Those who cross the line will be punished accordingly.

But... not everything needs to be judged as right or wrong.

Compared to right and wrong, the higher-ups value benefits and disadvantages more.

Sometimes, it doesn't matter if you do something wrong, as long as everyone benefits.

"If you didn't do anything wrong, then there's nothing to hide!" The crow puffed up his chest and said loudly, "Since you entrusted the North Hall to me, Madam, I won't take a step back. The rules were established by everyone, and I will abide by them. There's no reason for me to retreat!"

"You are skilled in combat, I know." Madam spoke with emphasis, her speech slow but powerful. She said, "But not all problems can be solved with force... Now that the situation has passed, remember my instructions. I will handle the remaining aftermath of this matter for you."

The crow was stunned.

Madam's words actually made the hot blood in his heart gradually cool down.

Song Ci slowly lowered his head.

In fact, he understood Madam's meaning. The ones who establish the rules are often not the ones who are the best fighters.

But in Song Ci's world, fists are the truth, and strength is the rule... So after joining the Sincere Heart Society, he quickly made a name for himself. He was not afraid of the ruthless, and the ruthless were afraid of those who didn't fear death. The Sincere Heart Society was filled with ruthless people, but he was a man who didn't fear death, an ordinary man.

When an ordinary man gets angry, blood splatters five steps.

This was a rule that a fool with a strong fist learned after being covered in injuries. Therefore, he regarded it as a guiding principle and never wavered.

No matter what Chen San did, he didn't care. He could go all out if necessary.

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During their meeting on the riverbank, he was serious.

"Yingji."

The woman spoke again, softly pronouncing a name that only she knew.

Madam never called Song Ci "Crow."

When she brought this orphan back from the old city, everyone called him Crow, and everyone thought he was an ominous person... But she didn't think so. This child was covered in dirt, but his eyes held a unique and sincere light. He faced rumors, insults, and contempt with an indifferent attitude, although he was in a sorry state, it was effective.

Only she could see that this little guy, who was fierce on the surface, was actually pitiful, like a hedgehog desperately showing its thorns. All the ferocity was just a disguise.

Everyone called him Crow, but they didn't know that beneath the crow's black feathers, there was a pure and innocent heart.

Since that day, there had been subtle changes in the Deep Sea's database. In most of the old city's records, there was no longer a miserable young man named Song Ci. Instead, Madam had a new person under her command, a "Song Yingji" with a clean background. This young man named Song Yingji was fierce and formidable, always eager for a fight, and had an extremely strong fist. He appeared out of nowhere in the depths of the city and defeated all his opponents, taking control of the entire North Hall of the Sincere Heart Society.

In the eyes of those transcendent beings in the depths of the city, Song Yingji was an even more terrifying existence than Zhao Xilai.

The higher-ups were untouchable, not even a speck of their spit could reach them.

But Song Yingji was different. His fists would land solidly on their faces.

As a result, a coincidental thing happened. From an unknown day, there were people in the depths of the city who started calling him "Crow" as well. Fate liked to occasionally play such unfunny jokes. Song Ci couldn't have imagined that after his life trajectory suddenly changed, going round and round, changing his name, he still couldn't escape the ominous title of Crow.

In the old city, that sloppy young man who killed his parents was named Song Ci, nicknamed Crow.

In the Sincere Heart Society, the super fierce person who single-handedly subdued the entire North Hall, causing everyone to tremble in fear, was named Song Yingji, still nicknamed Crow.

Everyone called him Crow.

Only Madam was different. Madam called him Song Yingji.

"Although Zhao Qi and I don't have a real husband and wife relationship, he is still my nominal husband." Madam sighed lightly and said, "Now, he is the only son left in the Zhao family. No matter how much he struggles, he won't be able to make waves. So... if he does something foolish in the future, I hope you won't make impulsive decisions."

This was a warning to herself, to try to avoid conflicts with Zhao Qi as much as possible.

"I will listen to you..."

The crow smiled silently, and it took a great effort for him to speak. So now, this person who was originally lazily basking in the sun on a wicker chair looked more like a weak and exhausted patient. He promised with great difficulty, "During this time, I will hide. Whether it's Chen San's people or Zhao Qi's people... if they come looking for trouble, I will run far away."

Running away was something he was best at.

Madam silently held up the umbrella and stood with him for more than ten minutes. During these ten minutes, neither of them spoke. The wind on the dilapidated rooftop blew loudly, and a thick cloud covered the sun.

"Really... I promise not to cause trouble." Song Ci rubbed his face forcefully, tidying up his emotions. At least he made sure that his face didn't show any signs of frustration. He forced out a smile.

"I'm going somewhere."

Madam glanced at him and said, "We need a driver, are you coming?"

"...Me? Of course!" Song Ci was taken aback, somewhat pleasantly surprised, and quickly agreed.

Madam added, "But you need to change your clothes first."Only then did Song Ci awkwardly lower his head, examining his attire. It must have been due to his recent escape, a button was missing from his floral shirt, half-open and unable to close. His flip-flops were caked with dried mud, making his steps feel stiff and uncomfortable.

His appearance was indeed shabby.

He scratched his head, lifted his leg high, and rubbed the sole of his foot against the rooftop railing, trying to scrape off the dried mud.

"When you arrived, we prepared a suit for you. You can go downstairs directly." The lady frowned at the sight.

......

......

Half an hour later, a sleek black car was driving on the road.

Song Ci, now in a new outfit, sat in the driver's seat, driving quietly and steadily at a moderate speed.

To describe him as transformed would not be an exaggeration.

His buzz cut paired with a black suit gave him a sharp, blade-like aura. Especially when he was silent, his face was filled with a stern and deadly air. This demeanor was far superior to the bodyguards he had chased in the alley during the day... It was the difference between a lion and a pet cat.

Song Ci glanced at the navigation, Lipu Street.

He spoke softly, asking, "Lipu Street, about forty minutes away... Madam, are you going to meet a friend for afternoon tea?"

"I'm going to see a psychologist."

The lady in the back seat, hugging her shoulders and leaning against the window, feigning sleep, spoke slowly, her voice revealing a hint of fatigue, "Recently... I've been having trouble sleeping."

Song Ci was taken aback.

"Can't sleep?" He was somewhat alert, "Are you sure... a psychologist on Lipu Street can help?"

"I don't mean to interfere with your decision," Song Ci said solemnly, "but your time is so precious... If the other party is just an ordinary person, there's no need to try."

Insomnia was a common issue.

Ordinary Transcendents with psychic abilities could hypnotize, theoretically solving the problem. Not to mention the psychic Transcendents in the Sincere Association, he, Song Ci, could easily find several.

"Cui Zhongcheng recommended this." The lady rubbed her temples, worriedly saying, "I've already tried several psychics, even a Transcendent from the tenth layer of the Deep Sea couldn't figure out my problem. My sleep time is getting shorter and shorter, and the turmoil of the law is getting worse. I must pull myself together, I can't fail at this critical moment."

Upon hearing the name Cui Zhongcheng, Song Ci, who had wanted to say something, immediately shut up.

There weren't many people in the city who could make him submit, but Mr. Cui was one of them.

"The tenth layer of the Deep Sea couldn't figure out the problem... Is there a Transcendent on Lipu Street who is more powerful than a tenth layer psychic?" Song Ci found it somewhat unbelievable.

"Incredible, isn't it?" The lady held her forehead, her slender fingers slowly massaging it, she spoke weakly, "If it weren't for Cui Zhongcheng... I wouldn't believe it... Apparently, he's a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy."

"A seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy?"

Upon hearing this, Song Ci couldn't help but laugh, "Mr. Cui didn't make a mistake, did he?"

Coincidentally, upon hearing this, an image popped into Song Ci's mind...

Seventeen or eighteen... A boy...

Gu Shen.

As soon as this thought came up, he immediately dismissed it.

"In the past decade or so, hasn't everything Cui Zhongcheng said come true?" The lady sat in the back seat, looking at the scenery outside the window. Just half an hour ago, it was sunny, but now it was drizzling outside. This was the kind of city it was, located in the south of the Yangtze River, often shrouded in rain and mist after autumn, bleak and desolate.

She chuckled softly, "Although I'd like to see him make a mistake, I hope this time is no exception."

"Of course... That's Mr. Cui!"

Upon hearing the name Cui Zhongcheng, the tension in Song Ci's heart eased. That man indeed had the ability to make people relax and trust him.

He reassured her in a comforting tone, "Madam, everything will get better."

The lady had already closed her eyes in the slight jostling, humming softly through her nose, her voice like a sleep talk.

The rain tapped against the car window, the soft white noise transmitted through the glass into the ear, delicate and not noisy.

She fell into a rare light sleep.

Song Ci remained silent, slowing down the car to avoid disturbing the lady's nap.

"Lipu Street... No. 18..."

He glanced at the destination displayed on the navigation, silently repeating the peculiar name of the clinic in his heart.

"The Dream Speaker."