Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

In the medical ward of the Martian underground base, the beeping of the instruments sounded like a death knell, pounding on everyone's hearts.

Meng Chuan lay on the bed, his face as pale as paper, his chest rising and falling with his weak breaths, and his full head of white hair gleaming with a glaring frosty color under the light.

Her skin was so white it was heartbreaking.

Prince Fu's hand remained pressed against Meng Chuan's chest, as his breath continued to flow into Meng Chuan's body.

But Meng Chuan was still barely breathing, showing no signs of improvement.

After more than two hours of "sending air," Prince Fu had long since exhausted his strength.

After all, Prince Fu is getting old.

The vitality and blood that I had when I was young are long gone.

Sweat streamed down Fu Wang's face, dripping onto Meng Chuan's clothes and leaving a small damp patch.

Why hasn't Yingdie returned yet?

Prince Fu's voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, but his eyes were fixed on the door of the medical room:

"If this drags on any longer, even if we return to Earth, the troupe leader will..."

This is the fifth time that Prince Fu has questioned Zhan Yi.

Prince Fu didn't know how much longer he could hold on.

Moreover, the longer Meng Chuan's condition drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be for him.

"not yet……"

Before Zhan Yi could finish speaking, Ying Die's urgent voice suddenly came through the communicator:

"Uncle Fu! The Stardust is back! I didn't catch Zero, but as long as he doesn't have his mothership, he doesn't pose a threat to Earth for the time being! Take the captain and board the plane immediately, we're heading back to base!"

Yingdie has tried her best, but how difficult is it to find someone in the vast universe?

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Yingdie's voice.

Although they didn't catch up with the person, the Stardust finally returned.

Zhan Yi suddenly stood up and was about to hug Meng Chuan, but was stopped by Prince Fu:

"Don't move! If I stop breathing, the troupe leader might... I'll have to carry the troupe leader myself!"

Zhan nodded, turned and ran out to clear the boarding gate.

Just then, a painful groan came from the corner of the medical room—it was Blackie.

The young Green Gang member, in his early twenties, lay on another bed with thick bandages wrapped around his chest.

Fresh blood was seeping out from under the gauze.

During the previous battle, a piece of mech debris pierced his ribs, and a broken bone pierced his lung.

The medical equipment at the Mars base was completely inadequate; they could only sustain life with simple hemostatic drugs.

His face had turned purple, and his breathing was becoming increasingly weak.

Every breath I took was accompanied by a tearing pain.

"Blackie!"

Zhan rushed over, squatted down beside his bed, and said in a trembling voice:

"Hold on a little longer, we'll be saved once we get back to Earth! It'll be over soon!"

Blackie is Zhan Yi's most prized subordinate.

He was fearless in every battle, and this time he single-handedly took down two observers.

His contribution was immense!

Hei Zai struggled to open his eyes, looked at Zhan Yi, and managed a faint smile:

"Master...Master...can I...go back to Earth?"

If one can live, no one wants to die.

"Yes! It must be possible!"

Zhan Yi nodded vigorously, but tears still streamed down his face.

But just then, Yingdie rushed into the medical room, her face grave, and shouted:

"No! The Stardust is the observer's messenger ship, designed to carry only three people! I need to pilot the ship, and Uncle Fu needs to keep the class leader alive... there's no room for that..."

Yingdie couldn't bring herself to say what she was going to say next.

According to the rules of the Green Gang, abandoning a brother is tantamount to killing one's own flesh and blood.

Yingdie's words instantly silenced the medical room.

All that remained were the beeping of the instruments and Hei Zai's faint breathing.

Prince Fu held Meng Chuan in his arms, his body trembling slightly.

On one side is the leader of the Green Gang, who is also the hope of the earth.

On one side were the Green Gang disciples, the children who had risked their lives with him.

All the words stuck in my throat at that moment.

Even the Prince of Fu couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Yingdie stood to the side, biting her lip until it bled.

Zhan Yi collapsed to the ground.

The Stardust can only carry three people, a fact known only to Meng Chuan and Ying Die.

After all, even the Stardust is a top secret.

Just when everyone was at a loss for what to do.

Blackie, lying on the hospital bed, suddenly chuckled:

"Ahem, please don't make things difficult for me... The Green Gang can do without me... but it can't do without its leader..."

Zhan opened his mouth as if to say something more.

Blackie, who was having increasingly difficulty breathing, spoke first:

“Master, none of my Green Gang disciples are cowards. Prince Fu… please help me… tell my mother… that her son is unfilial… and cannot… support her in her old age…”

As soon as he finished speaking, Hei Zai suddenly exerted his strength, broke free from Zhan Yi's hand, and rolled off the hospital bed.

He fell to the ground, enduring the excruciating pain, and reached out to grab a pair of tweezers from the medical vehicle next to him.

That was the tool the medical staff used to hold the gauze in place.

But in his hands, it became a weapon to end his life.

"do not want!"

Zhan Yi reacted and lunged forward, but it was too late.

With his last ounce of strength, Hei Zai plunged the tweezers deep into his chest.

It was right in front of the broken bone that had pierced his lung.

Blood gushed out instantly, staining his clothes and the ground red.

His body twitched twice, then became completely still, but his eyes remained open, staring blankly.

"Blackie!"

Zhan Yi held his body, wailing and crying, her voice heart-wrenching:

"How could you be so stupid! How could you be so stupid!"

The disciples' eyes reddened, and some turned their backs, their shoulders trembling slightly.

Some people clenched their fists so tightly that their nails dug into their flesh, but dared not make a sound.

Prince Fu held Meng Chuan in his arms and slowly closed his eyes.

Two streams of turbid tears slid down his cheeks and dripped onto Meng Chuan's white hair.

When he opened his eyes again, all that remained in his gaze was an icy coldness and unwavering determination.

He looked at Hei Zai's corpse, his voice low but carrying an undeniable solemnity:

"My Green Gang disciples have always been outstanding."

“Blackie, today you risked your life to protect your master and sacrificed yourself for the flag. I will remember you.”

"From this day forward, your memorial tablet will be placed in the Green Gang Ancestral Temple, alongside the leaders of past generations, and will be worshipped by the Green Gang for generations. Your mother will be cared for by the Green Gang, and after her death, she will be treated with the respect due to the birth mother of a leader."

After speaking, Prince Fu looked at Yingdie, his voice trembling with suppressed sobs, yet unusually firm:

"walk home."

Yingdie nodded, turned and ran outside, tears streaming down her cheeks, but she dared not look back.

Prince Fu carried Meng Chuan and walked out step by step.

His steps were slow but steady, because any bump could cause irreparable damage to the troupe leader.

Zhan Yi carried Hei Zai's body and followed behind.

The rest of the people lined up in a row and followed at the back.

They were going to escort the troupe leader home together, and also to see Hei-zai off on his final journey.

Even if they can't go back to Earth, they should at least let Blackie take one last look at the direction of Earth.

Because that's where they all live...