Chapter 671

Life is like a play, and until the final curtain falls, no one can predict what will happen next. Nie Rong knew for certain that his time had come. Like a flickering lantern, his entire life flashed before his eyes: his childhood wandering the docks, his adolescence spent carrying sacks of sand, and his young adulthood spent seizing territory alongside Liang Lisheng. He saw himself getting married, bathed in glory and pride, only to see himself later as a middle-aged widower, weeping beside a casket. He saw himself ringing the bell for his company’s IPO, filled with ambition, then saw himself kneeling before his eldest son’s bloody, mangled body, unable to let out a sound. His whole life lay spread out before him; this was the final surge of clarity before the end. The irony was that fate had dangled hope before him time and again, only to heartlessly extinguish it.