Volume 1 Simple Task Chapter 26 Heading Northwest (This is the last chapter of this volume, thank you everyone for your support and help to You Meng during this period. In the future, You Meng will definitely write better and won't disappoint anyone!)

  "After solving the tattoo problem, the old man habitually took a sip of tea and said: 'You should remove the gauze today, are you ready?'"

  Tang Feng and several others looked at each other through the gauze, as if to deeply imprint their previous appearance in their minds. After a long time, Tang Feng said: "Wen Lao, we are ready, you, you come."

  The old man nodded and personally went forward to remove the gauze from the faces of the four people, but the four people turned around as if they had discussed it beforehand and closed their eyes, not daring to look at each other, as if they didn't want others to see their faces either.

  "Alas, what must be faced will eventually have to be faced." Wen Lao sighed and said.

  He steeled himself, and Tang Feng opened his eyes, turning around. The first thing that entered his line of sight was Yin Fei's astonished face. Yin Fei covered her mouth with her small hand, staring at Tang Feng in shock. Half a day later, she finally said, "Brother, you...you've become handsome."

  One sentence made all four of them relax a lot, and Xu Qiang and others slowly opened their eyes. The four of them looked at each other like this, speechless for a long time.

  "In the end, Guan Zhongyao said: 'No matter what appearance becomes, we are still brothers.'"

  Wang Shengdao said: "Right, it's just that I'm not quite used to it now, but I'll get used to it in a few days, haha. And I think it's still pretty good." After finishing speaking, he picked up the mirror and started admiring himself.

  Xu Qiang said dejectedly: "Why am I still the ugliest? I haven't even taken a wife yet, and now that I'm ugly like this, which girl would dare to be with me?"

  A burst of laughter, and everyone returned to their previous state.

  It was night, and after everyone else had gone to sleep, Tang Feng came alone to the courtyard, casually sat on the steps, lit a cigarette, and gazed up at the starry sky, lost in thought.

  "What's wrong, can't sleep?" Wen Lao's voice came from behind.

  Tang Feng hastily stood up and turned around, saying: "Old Wen, you haven't slept yet either?"

  "Hehe, I'm old, unlike you young people who love to sleep." He said, sitting down beside Tang Feng, still holding the same old tea cup that never left his hand.

  Tang Feng sat down and took a puff of smoke, saying: "Wen Lao, do you think we are bad people?"

  "No, you are not bad people. Although you have been pretending to be rascals all along, I can tell from your eyes that none of you are bad people."

  "Maybe, it's just that we're destined to be bad guys later on."

  "Things are not absolute, even if they are criminals, they may not be all bad people. Just like the young people who were sentenced to prison for killing 5 RB spies a while ago. I heard that they escaped from prison and I was happy for them for a moment, but a few days ago I heard that they were caught again. Hehe, although I don't know if it's true or not, I still hope they can understand that they didn't do anything wrong. Some things can be forced, but some things can indeed be chosen by oneself." Wen Lao looked at Tang Feng with a profound gaze.

  Tang Feng extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand and asked coldly, "How did you know?" At this moment, he had a murderous intention. Although the old man in front of him was not bad to several people, he would never allow the secret of several people to be known by an eighth person.

  The old man smiled faintly and said, "Don't be so tense. Even if you want to kill me to silence me, I won't resist. I've lived long enough, it's worth it, and I also want to thank you for fulfilling my wish."

  Tang Feng felt a little soft-hearted and also somewhat puzzled. He was soft-hearted because he really couldn't bear to lay hands on such an old man, and he was puzzled because he very much wanted to know why Wen Lao had said all this to him despite knowing that it might get him killed.

  The old man looked at Tang Feng's questioning eyes and said in a low voice, "Most of the people I've come into contact with in this line of work are lawbreakers. They're all fugitives, making headlines in newspapers and on TV every day. But you few...I just can't figure you out. Earlier, when Haizi came to find me, he only said that his friends had committed a crime and were planning to flee, but I don't see the usual fear of being caught on your faces. The most obvious characteristic is that none of you have an air of guilt, although you're all trying to pretend."

  "How did you know we were those people?" Tang Feng asked again.

  "Haha, this is even simpler. You say you're from the underworld, but would the underworld not even have tattoos? Adding to the previous report, there were three fugitives who killed 5 RB people and a former underworld member who had killed over 30 people escaped from prison, coincidentally, your four-man team fits this characteristic very well. Three of you look like you're from the military, with a strong sense of justice and killing intent on your bodies, which is only found in special forces soldiers who frequently carry out missions. But that person with you is different, although he also has a killing intent, it's not as sharp as yours, he looks more like someone who crawled out of the underworld." Wen Lao replied with a smile after taking a sip of tea.

  "Aren't you afraid of death?" Tang Feng asked in a cold voice.

  "Death? Ha ha, if you ask me what I'm least afraid of, it's probably this. Why be afraid? Anyway, I've lived long enough, and there's nothing to regret even if I die. Although I don't know what your mission is, I think it must have something to do with the current chaos in the underworld. I just want to say one thing: although the path may be arranged by others, the one walking on it is you yourself. The country belongs to the people, not to a certain individual; don't let the people lose hope for the sake of your mission.

  After finishing speaking, Wen Lao took out a photo from his pocket and muttered to himself: "Feng, wait for me, I'm coming to accompany you. You know how hard these years have been for me..." Before he could finish speaking, Wen Lao fell sideways onto the ground. He was dead."

  Tang Feng was stunned, he didn't expect the old man to be so resolute. It seemed that the old man had been prepared for tonight's conversation. He wouldn't tell anyone about what happened tonight, but he would never forget this respectable old man. The old man was right, a country belongs to its people, and it shouldn't disappoint them just to complete a task. In front of the people, everything else is empty; only a peaceful, stable, and harmonious life is what they truly desire. From this moment on, Tang Feng's purpose for entering the underworld had changed. He wanted to use his own efforts to bring the greatest happiness to the people.

  A few days later, Tang Feng and others attended the old man's funeral. The funeral was very grand, with many people from all over the country attending, including some prominent figures. Tang Feng insisted on paying for a good feng shui grave site for Wen Lao himself, although others didn't know why this "outsider" wanted to do so, they could see that Tang Feng was very sincere.

  After attending Wen Lao's funeral, Tang Feng and several others boarded a train bound for XA.

  "Older brother, why did Wen Lao want to commit suicide? I seemed to hear him and you chatting outside that night, saying something about dying?" Xǔ Qiáng asked lazily from the soft couch.

  "I don't know."

  "Then won't his several disciples think that you did something to Wen Lao? I always feel that the way they look at you is not quite right?" Xu Qiang asked again.

  "I don't know."

  "Big brother, can't you say something else?" Xu Qiang made a last attempt with a sullen expression. Tang Feng rarely spoke after the death of Wen Lao.

  "Go to sleep."

  “”?

  Two days later, coincidentally, it was the National Day holiday. The group finally arrived in XA, this ancient city. As soon as they got off the car, Tang Feng and Wang Sheng's eyes were a bit red, after all, this was their hometown.

  "Is this XA? I don't see anything special except for the crowd."

  Several people were speechless.