In a private clinic.
"We move the day after tomorrow!"
An old man in a white lab coat asked, "Fifth Brother, did you find the Highway 85 Ghost?"
"Father, it won't be that easy."
A young man in his twenties spread his hands. "That's the Highway 85 Ghost. He made the CPD drive 130 on Highway 85.
No headlights, no brake lights—he ran circles around the CPD on the interchange and escaped their pursuit every single time. He's been doing it for years.
How could we find him that quickly?"
"That's exactly why we need to find him—because he's such a good driver."
The old man in the white lab coat smiled. "Your eldest brother finally got this chance to get out. This is also his last chance. We have to save him."
"Do we have to?"
Another unruly young man said indifferently, "Big Brother has been in prison for eleven years already. Maybe he's had enough of living. We're going through all this trouble to save him, and maybe he won't even be happy about it!
Father, it's not like you're short on children.
There are only eighteen of us here, but there are another 514 outside waiting for you to acknowledge them.
And even if your body can't manage it anymore, even if you can't produce any more.
You still have us.
If you want, we can follow your example from back then and contribute one batch of gold every day. Our family will soon break a thousand, ten thousand..."
"Shut up, Eleventh Brother!"
The old man in the white lab coat's gaze turned cold. "Remember, we are Family! Not one of us can be left behind! If you get caught someday, we'll save you too!"
"I won't get caught..."
Eleventh Brother wanted to argue, but when he