Then he saw Yin Chen walking towards him, a chopping motion of his hand fell on his neck. Just before he fainted, he saw the man in the room standing quietly. He wasn't sad or happy, angry or sluggish, just standing there quietly with seemingly half a lifetime of loneliness concealed within him. He seemed indifferent to everything in the world, dismissive of those insignificant lives.
...
Yin Feng opened his eyes abruptly. He was still in You Mingxu's office, with sunlight pouring into the room. However, he could feel an intense headache, and his body was soaked in cold sweat.
The scenes from his dream were so clear and familiar, it was as if they had been carved into his mind with a knife. He sat in the same spot, gasping for breath before lifting his head and closing his eyes.
That wasn't a dream.
That was a memory.
He remembered asking Yin Chen in Guizhou when he was pursuing the Punisher, "Did you create the Punisher Organization?"
