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Early October in Juecheng.

The first snow of the year fell from the sky.

Fine snowflakes drifted slowly down from the sky, melting quickly upon hitting the ground and eventually freezing into thin ice.

Today, Qi Yuan was released from prison.

Upon arriving at the prison gate, the guards told him to behave well and not to do anything foolish that would bring him back. They warned him that if he did, things would be much worse.

Qi Yuan didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly.

His quiet demeanor made the prison guards take another look at him.

At this moment, Qi Yuan was wearing a long black coat over a black turtleneck sweater.

His all-black attire made him resemble a bewitching Grim Reaper, yet he was not Grim Reaper but still captivating. His skin was as white as jade, and beneath his wispy bangs, his eyes were as beautiful and bright as glass.

It must be admitted that Qi Yuan is so beautiful that one might think the goddess Nuwa was biased when creating humans, how could she let such a beautiful and divine person appear in this world?

Qi Yuan's appearance was quite popular in prison, but he was also very good at fighting. He was invincible throughout the prison. At first, the prisoners called him Rose, but after they were beaten into submission, they added "wild" to his nickname - Wild Rose!

Qi Yuan's fiery temper also caused a lot of trouble for the prison guards. Although the prison lost a beautiful but poisonous rose, it was not necessarily a bad thing to have less mess to clean up.

The prison guard withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, said nothing more, and tossed the backpack to Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan took the backpack and walked away decisively, carrying the bag on one shoulder into the wind and snow, heading towards the bus stop not far away.

Many prisons are built on the outskirts of cities or in sparsely populated areas. This prison is no exception, built on a vast plain. Beyond the distant mountains, only the silver road stretches out like a ribbon into the distance.

it's too cold.

Qi Yuan felt that every breath he took was chilling to the bone, and the wind on his face felt like knives.

He has always been afraid of the cold, and at this moment, the only way he tried to keep warm was to bury his face deeper into his turtleneck sweater and put his hands in his coat pockets.

There was no sign at this bus stop, and Qi Yuan didn't know when the bus would come. Looking at the fine white snow, he wanted to complain: Is there anyone in this world more unlucky than him who has transmigrated?

He was a boxer in peacetime, but after waking up one day, he became a scapegoat in another world.

That's right, the original owner went to jail to take the blame for someone else.

The gang leader, who had taken him in as an orphan, killed someone in a car accident and then pushed him, who was responsible for odd jobs and cooking in the gang, to take the blame.

The original owner was timid and fearful. Thinking about the terrible life in prison, she chose to hang herself.

He died, and Qi Yuan came.

A disastrous start would make anyone want to reshuffle the deck and start over.

Ke Qi was originally a boxer, possessing the spirit of never admitting defeat as long as he could stand up, even if he had all his teeth knocked out.

Fate played a cruel joke on him, and he retorted with a "CNMD!" Then, he clenched his fist and fought back.

Therefore, he did not shuffle and reopen the game.

Five years in prison also helped Qi Yuan understand the world.

This world is different from the world he lived in before. In the past, the world had nations as a strong backing, and people lived in peace and stability. It was a truly peaceful era.

But this world is full of violence, disorder, and bloodshed.

Even with money and power, you can't be in charge. Here, whoever has more guns has the loudest voice.

According to the prisoners' accounts, the most powerful organization in the world is the Mafia, because they control 70% of the guns.

70%—what a terrifying number.

Although the kings of this world are the bosses of the mafia, normal people can still live a peaceful old age as long as they don't provoke them.

A month before his release from prison, Qi Yuan, based on information provided by the prisoners, had already decided how to make a living and live a quiet life.

He's now hoping the bus will come soon so he can leave this awful place and get to the city.

At this moment.

In the distance came the roar of engines and exhaust pipes that only race cars make.

A modified car sped past on the road, kicking up snowflakes and creating a strong gust of wind.

Qi Yuan shivered from the cold wind.

The car sped past, its tires screeching against the ground, then made a sharp turn, roaring as it drove back and stopped in front of Qi Yuan.

The car window slowly rolled down, and a golden head popped out.

The handsome young man looked at Qi Yuan and gave him a bright smile, "Brother Yuan, it's been a long time! You're finally out of prison!"

Qi Yuan: "..."

What's his name?

Qi Yuan remembered the other person's face, but not his name.

The other party was a former gang member who had brought him living expenses to the prison a few times.

Qi Yuan had forgotten what it was called.

“Brother Yuan, I am Rost, don’t you remember me?”

"I remember," Qi Yuan said stubbornly. "You came here to shop?"

"Brother Yuan, you must be joking. Who would drive forty minutes from the city to go shopping here for no reason? Raymond and I are here to pick you up!"

"Pick me up?" Qi Yuan's brows furrowed slightly, forming a deep frown.

Rost said, "Yes, you served five years in prison for the boss, and he always remembered that kindness. Knowing you were getting out of prison today, he sent us to pick you up. Get in the car, let's go home."

Qi Yuan felt that Rost's words were somewhat untrue.

If that boss really remembered this favor, why did he never come to see him during his five years in prison?

They're coming to pick him up; there must be some ulterior motive involved.

Rost had already opened the back door, but Qi Yuan remained standing still, showing no sign of getting in the car.

He grinned. "Brother Yuan, why aren't you getting in the car yet? Are you planning to wait for the bus? There's a strike by the city's unions today, and the drivers are busy protesting, so all the buses are shut down. Also, the boss has prepared a welcome dinner for you. What if he gets angry if you don't go?"

Rost's words were loaded with meaning, and the threat was quite obvious.

Qi Yuan felt that if he didn't get on this bus, he would offend that boss, and his future life would probably be difficult.

This is still a better idea.

Rost kept his hand hidden under the car window. Qi Yuan thought that if he said he wouldn't go, the other party might pull out a gun and shoot him.

After all, no matter how small the other party is, they are still a member of the Mafia.

Five years ago, the situation started catastrophically, and five years later, it's still starting catastrophically.

Qi Yuan sighed inwardly and bent down to get into the car.

As soon as he got into the car, Rost happily flashed two rows of slightly yellow teeth: "That's right, it's so cold outside, it's too cold to stand here all the time, Raymond, drive."

Raymond, who was sitting quietly to the side, did not say anything and quietly started the car.

This time, the engine and exhaust pipes were much quieter, no longer making loud noises. It seemed as if the quiet was deliberately created so that Rost could supplement his knowledge.

For example, Qi Yuan served five years in prison for his boss, Kalis, while Kalis rapidly expanded their small company. In just three years, they gained some fame, and recently they even got involved with the notorious arms dealer, [Lieshi].

They also said that if they could board the "Lion" ship, their "Kalis" company would be no longer to be underestimated in the North Continent.