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One day, a homeless man bought some raw beef to feed his dog. While he turned away, Ji Chi lunged toward the dog and snatched half a piece of raw beef from its mouth, quickly swallowing it, driven by his intense hunger.

Then, he received a brutal beating in return. Ji Chi was willing to snatch food from a dog’s mouth just to survive; he had always possessed a strong will to live.

He stayed by the homeless man’s side for three months, his frame becoming thin and frail. One day, the homeless man got into a fight with a burly man and was left incapacitated. Ji Chi seized the opportunity, grabbing the money from the man’s pockets and fleeing.

At just over three years old, he hid in the luggage compartment of a bus, escaping from one city to another. With tattered clothes and money in hand, he stood by a restaurant window, yearning to buy a meal.

The restaurant owner, disapproving of his dirty appearance, splashed water on him. Ji Chi then went to a dessert stall, where only a small piece of pastry remained. Although Ji Chi had arrived first, the owner sold it to a neatly dressed child carrying a backpack.

The woman with the child took pity on Ji Chi and gave him half of the pastry.

Ji Chi truly wanted to eat that half piece of pastry, but he threw it into the trash bin. That year, at less than four years old, he developed a sense that this pastry clearly belonged to him, and he shouldn’t have to rely on charity.

Ambition had sprouted in him from a young age, taking root and growing in the heart of a child. He vowed never to continue struggling in the muck forever. At one point, a woman had taken him in.

The woman ran a small private designer shop with a tiny but complete storefront. She saw Ji Chi begging on the streets, always covered in bruises, and decided to shelter him. This was the only warmth in Ji Chi’s childhood.

Finally, he had warm clothes and hot meals. He clung to the woman every day, afraid of being abandoned. Even when the woman stayed up late designing, Ji Chi would be there with her.

The woman taught him how to draw, and to please her and preserve the hard-earned stability, Ji Chi sat by the door every day, observing the fashion choices of men and women and intentionally sketching clothing.

However, beneath the woman’s gentle facade, she had a heart as cold as ice. She was a master at organ trafficking. She indulged Ji Chi with good food and drink, not to keep him healthy, but to ensure she could sell him for a good price. Because of his life on the streets, Ji Chi gradually let down his guard while by the woman’s side. Still, he couldn’t sleep well at night. So when the woman brought her employer to evaluate him, Ji Chi remained awake.

The employer had a son who needed corneas, and he was very fond of Ji Chi. However, living donors couldn’t provide corneas, so the woman sold his corneas. Naturally, she wouldn’t waste his liver, heart, kidneys, and so on. Even his blood could fetch a good price. Ji Chi listened in fear but remained calm. After the employer left, the woman continued to be extremely gentle with him. However, she was already planning to take him on an outing and orchestrate a car accident to end his life.

Ji Chi crushed sleeping pills and put them in the woman’s drink. After she consumed the beverage, she fell into a deep slumber. No one would suspect a four-year-old child.

Ji Chi set fire to the clothing store, and the flames spread quickly. It was extinguished before causing major damage, but Ji Chi, being so young, felt uneasy about committing such an act for the first time. The woman managed to survive, and Ji Chi was forced to leave the city once again.

His happy life lasted only four months before reality shattered it.

He encountered the homeless man again, and their paths crossed once more.

The homeless man had originally been settled in one city, but due to stricter management there, the homeless population had been pushed to this area. Little did he know that he would encounter Ji Chi, the one who had once stolen from him.

It’s safe to say that Ji Chi’s luck wasn’t too good.

Ji Chi faced daily beatings and was forced to beg for survival. When hunger gnawed at him, he would whittle a stick and nibble on the wood shavings. One day, the homeless man, drunk, attacked him again. Ji Chi, armed with a sharpened stick, stabbed the homeless man right on the street, sending him to the hospital.

A passerby reported the incident, and at just four years old, someone finally intervened. The police took him to a welfare home.

That year, young Ji Chi already knew how to get what he wanted, even if it meant using any means necessary.

His life had been filled with hardships, and for twenty-two years, it had been marked by blood and tears. Yet, he tenaciously clung to life, determined to climb out of the pit of being at the mercy of others.

In Black Hawk, where he had no foundation and with Lu Zhiyuan in hiding, taking it upon himself to nurture him, he had cut his own path with his own hands, leading to the present.

Giving up was the same as giving up everything!

“I want him to live,” Ji Chi declared. He was done with being at the mercy of others and living in fear. But his fear, compared to Jiang Junlin, was worth nothing.

Ji Chi spoke with determination, “If he lives, I will cut all ties with him. We settle our debts, and if we ever get entangled again, I will leave Black Hawk.”

Rong Li lit a cigar, unabashedly puffing away. A hint of displeasure played on his lips. Who would believe that Ji Chi could cut all ties when driven by obsession?

“If I could, I wouldn’t have kept him confined,” Lu Zhiyuan sighed and shook his head. He offered Ji Chi one path, “Ji Chi, the lessons of the past are here for you to see. No one will believe that you can cut all ties.”

“I renounce my inheritance,” Ji Chi stated firmly. “I will forever remain loyal to Black Hawk, regardless of who the master is.”

“Idiot!” Rong Li cursed loudly. “Is your brain full of water, enough to form a river?”

Ji Chi remained unfazed, looking at Lu Zhiyuan, “Third Master, I’m willing to bet it all.”

“Very well, 1 understand,” Lu Zhiyuan replied in a deep voice. “Then go and do as you please. Whatever you want to do, discuss it with Gu Ci and try to follow her arrangements.”

“Understood!” After leaving the room, Ji Chi, Lu Zhiyuan, Rong Li finished his cigar. “Third Master, is this a test for Ji Chi?”

“Do you think it’s a test?” Lu Zhiyuan asked.

“I dare not guess your thoughts, Third Master,” Rong Li tapped the ash off his cigar. “But besides Ji Chi, who else can you groom? Your only son has joined the National Security Bureau, and you’ll have to step down before you turn thirty. Besides Ji Chi, who else can you entrust Black Hawk to?”

Lu Zhiyuan remained silent, knowing that this matter was indeed tricky.

“What if he really can cut all ties?” Rong Li said, “It wasn’t easy for Ji Chi to reach this point. Forcing him to give up is too cruel, and besides, if he truly gives up and puts all his efforts into someone else, what if he loses? What chips will he have left to contribute to his own love? It won’t be a balanced relationship, and sooner or later, it will wither away.”

“Why didn’t you advise him then?”

“Everyone understands the reasoning, but it’s hard to empathize. His growth and experiences are different from ours. What he wants and what he’s dedicated to, we might not care about, but we want to mean something to him. Yet, in his eyes, we’re worthless,” Rong Li explained. “Third Master, this is the consequence of your indulgence. If you hadn’t indulged him from the beginning, he wouldn’t have gotten deeper and deeper into this..”

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