Chapter 15 Rise and fall

The river that stretched out as far as the eye could see separated China and Russia.

Even though, over a hundred years ago, the land on the Great River once belonged to China, just like the land that once belonged to China, called Heidang Wai, and now called the strategic level town, Wladwaustock. The land in front of them no longer belonged to China, but instead appeared on the scale map of Shao Ao.

A young man was standing on the beach by the river with a walking stick in his hand.

Plus, it wasn't the coldest season yet, so there wasn't anything wrong with the young man's face. He just gazed into the distance, looking a little disappointed.

"It's all over."

Not far behind the youth was a luxurious black SUV. Inside the SUV sat a middle-aged man and a young man.

The two of them were both dressed in formal attire.

"Uncle Jin, should we call Young Master over?" The wind is so strong, but his wounds have not completely healed yet. Don't get caught in the wind and catch a cold. " The young man looked at the youth in the coat by the river and whispered to the middle-aged man beside him.

Uncle Jin shook his head. "He's going to leave his hometown for the rest of his life. Anyone else would be depressed. Just leave Young Master alone for a while."

He did not say the words out loud. Not only did the young master want to leave his hometown, he also wanted to leave in such a tragic way. Looking at the land on the other side of the river where he was raised, but couldn't take even half a step, this sort of melancholy made him feel like a wanderer who couldn't return home, and he couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Looking at the big and tall back of the young master, Uncle Jin couldn't help but sigh in his heart. However, he couldn't help but feel that the Ji Clan had done their best!

Before this, he had never thought that the young master would actually come out alive. Or perhaps, he had never expected that the Ji Clan would actually come out alive.

It wasn't easy to do this.

By the river.

Wu Zhiyong was leaning on his walking stick. His face was expressionless as he looked at the surging river without saying a word.

This was already the third day since he had arrived in Sha'o. Four days ago, he came out of the hospital, spent one day to meet with some people and make some arrangements. Then, Jin went to find him, saying that he would bring him to Sha'o.

Wu Zhiyong did not show too much excitement or fear.

After going through countless h.e.l.ls and lingering on the brink of death, being tortured to the point that he wanted to die and saved several times, he was instead numb after a long time.

Fatty Jin had said that he had endured it and was indifferent to life and death. However, that was only because there was nothing left in the world today that was worthy of his nostalgia.

The collapse of the Wu Clan was a foregone conclusion. Even though the influence of this faction still remained and even though this faction was destined to be divided, some of its big shots were still pillars of the nation. No matter where they were, they all possessed great influence and were respected by the other factions.

That was enough.

After experiencing so much, Wu Zhizhong no longer cared about these things.

"Rising and falling, this has been the case since ancient times." Wu Zhiyong faintly murmured to himself, "Watch him get up from the Zhu Residence, watch him feast, watch his building collapse …"

"Since then, there has been no such person as Wu Zhiyong."

"The reason they let me off this time is probably because they want to see such an ending as well?" Wu Zhiyong suddenly smiled.

He raised his eyes and looked into the distance, then took a deep look at the faintly discernible, unremarkable, and dilapidated Chinese-styled houses and small buildings on the other side of the river.

Wu Zhiyong turned around and walked step by step towards the SUV. Since he had already left, he might as well leave in a more thorough manner.

"Pah!"

At this moment, the SUV door was suddenly pushed open from the inside. Uncle Jin was holding a mobile phone as he jumped off the car with a look of pleasant surprise on his face. He looked at Wu Zhiyong excitedly, "Young Master …"

Wu Zhiyong smiled and asked, "What? Are you afraid that I'll jump into the river and commit suicide?"

Uncle Jin froze for a second, then realized that his actions had caused the young master to misunderstand. He immediately laughed: "Young master is in his prime right now. Whether it's in terms of personality or wisdom, you don't need anyone to enlighten you. How could I be worried?"

Wu Zhiyong smiled, "In my prime. That's right, I'm already thirty-four. In the blink of an eye, time has pa.s.sed really quickly! "

"Err …"

Uncle Jin opened his mouth, but he was hesitant to speak.

Wu Zhiyong looked at him and asked, "What? Is there something else?"

Uncle Jin hesitated for a moment before he nodded.

"What is it?" Wu Zhiyong asked, "Are you still afraid that something is not acceptable for me?"

"I just received a call. It's Miss Jing. She also came to Sha Russia." Uncle Jin said.

"Oh?"

Wu Zhiyong's reaction was very calm, but Uncle Jin noticed that a light flashed across his eyes. "Then let's go see her."

Wu Zhiyong's body suddenly stopped moving.

But...

It had been almost three years since Wu Zhiyong disappeared, and now, that child … It was obviously not his.

"Warm?"