"Mom, the three-year deadline has come. I've followed your earnest advice, and now the entire To family, even half of Giang Thanh, knows that their son-in-law Lam has become a useless man."

"I understand that you wanted me to endure these three years, fearing that they might harm me. You used to say that I possessed natural talent and would achieve great fame in the future. However, my humble background, lack of power, and inability to compete with those people made it impossible for me to reveal my talents. If I did, I might face danger, which is why you made me pretend to be a worthless person."

"But now, Mother... You were mistaken. In Lam Chinh's eyes, the Lam family is merely a group of empty vessels making loud noises. Why should I fear them?"

"The Lam family has abandoned me, and I don't wish to return to that place. There is no connection left between me and them. Today, I came to visit the gravesite to inform you that the three-year deadline has passed. Lam Chinh no longer wishes to be a useless person!"

In an unmarked graveyard in the southern countryside of Yen Kinh, Lam Chinh knelt before an untitled tombstone, tossing a stack of golden paper into the fire basin with an indifferent expression.

"If only I had the medical skills I possess now three years ago," he muttered quietly, his eyes filled with reluctance.

Crack!

Suddenly, the sound of a broken branch echoed in the nameless graveyard.

Lâm Chính raised his head towards the source of the sound and saw two figures – one old and one young – rushing towards him in distress.

The elderly man wore clothing from the Tang Dynasty, with graying hair and blood seeping from his waist, indicating he had been injured. The young woman, about twenty years old, donned a floral dress and had a slim, delicate figure, radiating immense charm.

The young woman reached out to assist the elderly man, and both of them ran in desperation. They appeared overjoyed upon seeing Lam Chinh.

"Sir! Please, save my grandfather!" the young woman implored tearfully, her eyes brimming with fear.

"I'm sorry, but I came here to pay respects to the deceased. I cannot assist you," Lam Chinh replied coldly, concentrating on lighting three sticks of incense to pay homage to the tombstone.

"I beg you!" the young woman cried out passionately.

"Alright... enough of this. Remove your hand. Our target is the old man, you go ahead... Grandfather, stay here and block her!" the old man grumbled through gritted teeth due to the pain from losing a lot of blood.

"No! I'll never leave my grandfather behind!" the young woman clenched her teeth resolutely.

"You foolish child!" the old man sighed, "At this rate, we'll both die together."

The young woman didn't know what to say.

She firmly held onto the old man's hand, gazing at the young man who was still kneeling before the tombstone. She hoped he had heard of the Ha family. Unfortunately, he didn't react.

Had he never heard of them?

The young woman thought with disappointment but still clung to the hope that he might listen.

"One million!"

"Take my grandfather away, and I'll stay behind to block them. You'll be absolutely safe. Whatever you want, the Ha family will grant it to you!"

"Sigh... Enough, let go. Our target is the old man. Grandpa, stay, and I'll handle them!" The old man urges, his mouth twitching from pain.

Because of the excessive blood loss, talking alone causes him to pant heavily.

"No! I'll never leave you!" The girl grits her teeth.

"This foolish girl!" The old man sighs deeply. "At this rate, we'll both die together!"

The girl's tears stream down her face, paying no attention to the old man's words, only staring intently at Lam Chinh, unfortunately receiving no response.

"Two million!" she exclaims.

Everything seems hopeless.

The girl takes a deep breath, tense, and speaks.

"Three million!"

"Four million!"

"Five million!"

...

But no amount seems to sway Lam Chinh. He remains as unyielding as a tree trunk.

Is there anyone in the world who doesn't like money?

The girl senses a tremor in her own voice.

"Stop talking."

Finally, Lam Chinh opens his mouth.

The girl's breath slows down, but all he does is insert three incense sticks into the grave, still gazing intently at it, indifferently stating, "This is my first time here to honor my mother. Please leave while I'm conversing with her, can you?"

"But..." the girl wants to say more.

Footsteps echo loudly.

Right at that moment, the sound of approaching footsteps intensifies.

Over thirty robust men storm in through the main gate of the cemetery. Each one looks fierce and ruthless, wielding sharp knives, surrounding the two old and young figures.

Their posture indicates they're not ordinary thugs but possibly mercenaries hired from different nations.

"Don't run, old man Ha! Cooperate with us, and we'll send you on your way swiftly," declares the bald-headed leader, brandishing a gleaming dagger, his voice cold.

"You people are sent by the Luc family, right?" A cold, ruthless glare crosses the old man's eyes. "Truly heartless! If I survive this calamity, I swear to make that despicable bunch vanish from Yen Kinh!"

"Attack!"

The bald man doesn't waste words, yelling as he swings his dagger.

The rest raise their hands, bringing down their knives. Dozens of sharp blades descend mercilessly upon the girl and the old man, without a hint of pity or hesitation.

How can the unarmed father and daughter resist?