"Song Weisheng, you gave up so much for me, what will I do if you regret it one day?" Mang Liu smiled evilly, revealing a pair of small tiger teeth, and looked deeply at the gentleman in black who was leaning against the tree and taking a rest with his eyes closed. "No." Song Weisheng then opened his bright black pupils: "I didn't give up anything for you." "Humph..." The gangster pursed his lips, with a smile that didn't bother him at all, but looked towards the golden sky. The two of them had their own thoughts, but said nothing. Both are turning their backs on the world, and both are aiming too high, but they dare not go further than an inch because of the protective film they have built up over the years. The fates are so similar, but the results are different... Are you destined to not be happy if you follow the path of the devil?