Ding Ruolin cradled the iron box on her knees; she sat in the car in silence, most likely worried about her brother and troubled by the revelations about her own origins which had disturbed her peace of mind for so long.
Meanwhile, Ye Wudao was driving. Those people had tried every possible means to eradicate Jing Men and also wanted to obtain the Jing Men's three-generation book—simply wishing to know a person's past, present, and future. Ye Wudao just wanted to call that person an "idiot."
Was the Jing Men's three-generation book really so fascinating? Wanting to look at the book meant paying a terrible price, but the world never lacked some crazy people. Many knew that bank robbery was a crime, yet they would still go ahead and rob.
As night fell, Ye Wudao drove Ding Ruolin to the location designated by those people—a large wood factory filled with many unprocessed logs. However, when Ye Wudao drove there, the wood factory was pitch-black, as if there were no workers present.
