"No one can help you now. A person can only rely on themselves." Lin Zifeng patted Shao Huo's emaciated shoulder.
Suddenly he stood up, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and casually placed it between Shao Huo's trembling lips.
He chuckled and said, "Those people deserve to die. If you don't kill them, sooner or later someone else will. Death is the same either way, so why not use them to work up your courage?"
Shao Huo, with a cigarette in his lips, looked at the resolute face in the dark night, his mind a complete mess, utterly unsure of what to do next.
"I'll make sure this whole thing is arranged perfectly. As for the road ahead, it's up to you to decide. A person can only rely on themselves."
Watching Lin Zifeng's lonely figure gradually walk away, Shao Huo's legs shook. Suddenly, he shouted loudly, "Brother Lin, I want to follow you!"
Lin Zifeng paused in his stride but said nothing.