“Brother Shi! Stop!”

A woman’s voice came from a corner of the room.

The Fatty was stunned when he heard this familiar voice.

The tip of the Fatty’s hunting knife stopped in front of An Wenshan, right between An Wenshan’s eyes, less than a centimeter from the tip of his nose.

If this knife went down, An Wenshan’s head would surely be split in two.

But strangely enough, An Wenshan didn’t dodge, or rather, he didn’t bother to dodge.

Faced with the Fatty’s knife, An Wenshan was calm and collected, his heart as still as water. He remained silent, his expression showing neither panic nor fear.

One could even say An Wenshan didn’t even bother to make an expression.

Perhaps An Wenshan was confident that the Fatty wouldn’t strike the blow.

An Wenshan had won his bet.

The Fatty heard this voice clearly. It was the voice he had heard countless times in his dreams, in those restless, longing nights, from the seaside cottage in America to the Brazilian rainforest, and now, two years later, in the hospital ward.

His longing for Han Yu was an echo in the Fatty’s heart, a deep emotion etched in his soul; a concern and yearning hidden deep within the Fatty, the warmth in his heart that supported him as he overcame obstacles.

Thoughts surged, memories warmed; time lingered, the most beautiful longing.

The Fatty soothed his deep longing gently and sincerely cherished it in his heart.

This “Brother Shi” echoed in the Fatty’s ears for a long time.

Of course, the Fatty knew.

Who else would call him “Brother Shi” if not Han Yu?

The Fatty didn’t dare to look at Jennifer. Instead, with extremely complicated emotions, he turned to look at the source of the voice—

In the harsh glare of the light, there was a thin figure slowly walking towards the Fatty and the others. One of the figure’s legs seemed to be injured, and she could only limp forward, leaning on the wall.

After hearing this voice, An Wenshan finally stopped acting like a wooden puppet. He immediately ran towards the source of the voice, and, reaching the figure, skillfully carried her on his back.

The only person who could make someone as antisocial as An Wenshan so obedient and attentive was Han Yu, who held the supreme power of the Z organization.

An Wenshan carried Han Yu safely to the Fatty and the others.

Afterward, Han Yu said softly to An Wenshan, “Put me down, I have something to say to them.”

Completely different from his earlier image of a knife-wielding murderer, An Wenshan now appeared obedient and taciturn, consciously and gently putting Han Yu down from his back.

After landing, An Wenshan gently supported Han Yu, preventing her from falling.

From the whole process of An Wenshan carrying and putting down Han Yu, the subordinate relationship between Han Yu and An Wenshan was obvious.

Rou Yi saw it and remembered it. Without Han Yu’s order, An Wenshan would never have killed the Young Master, who posed no threat.

“Han Yu,” Rou Yi said through gritted teeth, “Why did you order An Wenshan to kill the Young Master?”

Although Rou Yi’s face was covered in tears and her expression was dim, she was still rational and her words were sharp, directly addressing the crucial point.

Han Yu snorted coldly, pointed at the body on the ground, and said indifferently, “Are you talking about him?”

Rou Yi’s anger flared up when she saw Han Yu’s contemptuous expression. “What, Han Yu, just because you’re the boss of the Z organization, you can be so arrogant? Over the years, everyone has taken care of you, this little sister, and the Young Master has also taken great care of you. Have you forgotten all that?”

Han Yu’s tone was as cold as ever, a stark contrast to Rou Yi’s agitated emotions. She answered directly, “Of course, I remember your kindness to me.”

“Since you remember the Young Master’s kindness to you, then why did you kill him so mercilessly? You’re really too cruel. Why have you become like this? You weren’t like this before. How did you become like this after joining the Z organization! What did the Young Master ever do to you?” Rou Yi roared hysterically.

Everyone knew that Rou Yi had feelings for the Young Master. They had developed feelings for each other during their trip to the Himalayas.

Han Yu and An Wenshan’s actions would never be forgiven by Rou Yi.

At the same time, Rou Yi’s words also reflected the Fatty’s feelings.

Through this incident, the Fatty realized that the simple and lovely Han Yu of the past was gone forever.

“Even if you have disagreements, misunderstandings, or new and old grudges, you didn’t need to kill the Young Master, did you? Why did you do this? When the Fatty and I suspected the Young Master’s identity, we didn’t kill him. What gives you the right to so arbitrarily decide someone’s life and death!”

Rou Yi’s tears welled up again as she tearfully accused and resented Han Yu.

Han Yu said coldly to Rou Yi, “Rou Yi, don’t be sad. Let me tell you a truth. Actually, Zhao Chenguang died a long time ago.”