Zongman: Kulaixiku, resurrection!

"No, Kezi, your mother is really mentally ill. Don't get close to her, or she will beat you to death."

"But Dad, Mom is watching me."

"No, you can't come here anymore. Come back with me now and study hard for the postgraduate entrance exam. Dad will send you abroad to study, and when you graduate, you can take over your dad's job."

……

"No, Kezi, you're so young, only 21, and you're already working on a project with your Uncle Wang. If you take the internal medicine exam, who will take over Dad's job?"

"But Dad, I don't like surgery. I want to study internal medicine. I want to go back to China and get into a top-tier hospital. My mom died because she took the wrong medicine after surgery."

"No, your dad hired so many people in the company just to pave the way for you. If you don't get a degree in surgery, all that work will be for nothing."

……

"No, Kezi, that girl named Li Xiao is the daughter of Li Yanba. You know that Li Yanba is competing with your father for the equity."

"But Dad, she likes me so much, and I don't hate her. She even helps me with projects, and you don't even give her a chance to try dating."

"No, if you date that girl, Dad won't be able to work in the company anymore. I'm fine with working on projects, but not dating. I'll have your Uncle Wang keep a close eye on you."

……

"Tsk, tsk, that's miserable."

Baihe Sanhui suddenly opened his eyes, but the warm sunlight shining through the glass window was still a little dazzling.

I found myself in an old-fashioned photo studio with oak floors, unpainted brick walls, a photo room covered with black curtains, a magnesium powder camera that I had only seen in newspapers, and walls full of artistic photos and group photos.

"Ke Sanhui, right?" A kind-looking white old man with white hair, wearing an off-white wool vest, sat at the coffee table in front of him and motioned Baihe Sanhui to sit down.

"Please take a seat and let's talk about your past."

Baihe Sanhui was a little confused about the situation, but after seeing what the black and white photos in the old man's hand recorded, he stared at the old man in silence with a strange look.

"Please, don't look at me like that. I'm not spying on your life."

The old man pointed to the view outside the window. There was nothing but white.

"I am a dead man. What can a dead man do?"

The old man stood up again and saluted solemnly, as only a 17th-century British soldier would. "I am Oliver Cromwell, Lord Protector of the English Republic."

"You...are the great dictator?"

Baihe Sanhui could hardly believe that the old man in front of him, who looked like he was about to be buried, was the murderous dictator.

"Look, you're judging me by my appearance, aren't you?" Cromwell poured a cup of tea for Baihe Sanhui and sat down calmly. "I'm just a dead man. I can become whatever I want. You living people can't control me."

"Let's get back to the point. Look at how pathetic you were before."

A stack of black and white photos was thrown in front of Baihe Sanhui.

"No, no, no... Please, you're an adult, financially independent, how can you be defeated by an old man's simple no?"

"Who did you live for in the first half of your life? Your old man? Or that little blue-haired girl? Or that beautiful woman who is a year older than you?"

"I……"

Baihe Sanhui was about to open his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Cromwell: "Anyway, it's not you, you will never be free in your life."

"You're right. You're just a coward. You always follow others, blindly following their lead. You're both cowardly and stubborn..."

"Old man, stop it!" Baihe Sanhui was a little angry. He slammed the coffee table and looked down at Cromwell condescendingly: "You are a dead man, and you still have something to tell us living people?"

"You can't really call what you're doing free, can you? Killing people, killing nobles, killing the king, until you even sacrifice yourself. Is it fun to be the Protector of the Realm? Is it fun to be trapped in that broken chair?"

Unexpectedly, Cromwell admitted it quite frankly, with a very calm expression: "It was fun at the beginning, but it became boring later."

"In life, you have to do some stupid things, so I came to you." Cromwell patted Kashiwa Sanhui's shoulder.

"Sometimes I feel like a thief, but most thieves steal treasure, while I steal from the country. He who steals a hook will be executed, and he who steals a country will be made a marquis. Although I've failed a bit, you're no better."

"I can sense that you're actually quite ambitious. I want to help you and release the desires that have been trapped in your cage for all these years."

……

There was no jamming or misfire. The bullet really hit Kashiwa Sanhui's head very accurately, causing him to fall backwards.

What splashed out of Xiangzi's eyes were crystal tears, and what splashed out of the bullet hole on Baihe Sanhui's head was bright red... flames.

"You've been a coward for twenty-seven years. Are you going to continue to be a coward today?"

Flames burst forth, scorching the surrounding shadow guards and sending them retreating in terror, even the orders of my monastery were of no avail.

"Come on, unleash your ambition and show me, a loser, how successful you can be!"

The flame finally returned to Kashiwa Sanhui's side, attached to his windbreaker like clothes, and turned into a gold medal, gorgeous pendants, white ceremonial officer gloves and a single-lens gold-rimmed glasses that looked like a mask full of majesty.

"I came, I saw, I conquered."

“Ambition and courage will help you achieve, and achievement will nourish your ambition and courage.”

"I am you..."

Without giving the illusory voice a chance to finish, Kashiwa Sanhui gritted his teeth and said the next sentence: "I am you."

"Soldiers! Soldiers! Stop this villain!"

My monastery, who was riding on a float, watched this scene and gave panicked orders to the many shadow guards. Then, he asked the two strongest two-meter-tall shadows to push his float and hurriedly left the place.

Faced with the heavy encirclement of shadows, Baihe Sanhui adjusted the jewelry that suddenly appeared on his body, put on his hat properly, and straightened the collar of his windbreaker.

"Gentlemen, I actually have no ill will towards your emperor. I just want to take this young lady away from here."

Baihe Sanhui took Xiangzi's hand. The latter was a little dazed and just followed Baihe Sanhui's pace instinctively.

A centurion shadow guard wearing high-grade inscribed bronze armor was the first to thrust out the spear in his hand.

A flame flashed out of nowhere and turned into a flintlock inlaid with gold, silver and nanmu wood, which appeared in Kashiwa Sanhui's empty hand.

It was a completely instinctive shot, and the shadow wailed and turned into a puff of smoke and dissipated, and the spear fell to the ground.

"One more thing to add," Kashiwa Sanhui slipped the flintlock back into his belt, a flicker of fire seemingly passing through as he reloaded it. "My previous job was to kill nobles and kings, emperors... I've never killed one before, but if conditions permit, I could give it a try."

"So, does any gentleman know the way to the port?"

An invisible aura pressed down the shadows, making way for Kashiwa Sanhui and Xiangzi to escape.

"Thank you, gentlemen, and have a pleasant afternoon."

……

"Liang, listen!"

Hongxia and boss Xingge each held a side of Liang, who had a scornful expression, and together with Xiduo, they held a three-person trial.

"Yeah, I'm listening."

"Why did you cut out the group photo and then hide the doctor's photo?"

Liang tilted his head and thought for a while, then came up with a rather abstract reason.

"The doctor's suit isn't nice. It should be white, with medals and gold-trimmed silk, single-frame gold-rimmed glasses, and a military cap..."

Boss Xingge was the first to judge: "How dare you question my taste? Scratch her!"

Liang's forced laughter lasted for at least ten minutes. When Liang struggled to get up from the ground, the ice in the juice was still lumpy.