Ning Chen looked at him coldly. "Ye Xingjue, there are all kinds of ways to die.

There's the clean, quick kind, there's the kind with plenty of suffering, and then there's being worse than dead.

You want it quick? Then you'd better answer my questions quick."

Ye Xingjue glared at him with icy eyes. "What do you want to know?"

Ning Chen said, "You and I came from the same time, and we both ended up in this world because of each other. But I don't remember what actually happened.

I want to know. What happened back then?"

Ye Xingjue was silent for a long time. Then he said slowly, "If I tell you, will you make it quick?"

Ning Chen nodded.

Ye Xingjue's voice was low. "I hope you keep your word. It's been so long, and I'm tired. Dying might even be a kind of release.

There's nothing I can't tell you, really. Kang Baobao ran the biggest crime syndicate in Myanmar... drugs, human trafficking, organ trafficking. If there was money in it, he'd do it.

Me, I was just a mercenary he hired.

China has a huge population, so it's one of the main sources of organs. And you were the commander of China's Flame Dragon Commandos. You'd crossed paths with Kang Baobao more than once or twice.

One time, Kang Baobao's people moved a huge shipment of drugs to a little town on the Chinese border for a deal. They were also going to take away a batch of trafficked women and children.

The ones running the deal were Kang Baobao's wife and son.

Just as the deal was about to go through, you showed up with your men. In the firefight, you shot Kang Baobao's wife and son dead.

That's the blood feud Kang Baobao talks about. That, and the hundreds of millions you cost him. That shipment of drugs was worth several hundred million."

Ning Chen frowned slightly. All he remembered was leading his men into a fight and being hit by a stray bullet... Nothing else.

"Then what happened?"

Ye Xingjue said, "You…