Five past midnight, before dawn. Wang Tianfeng went to the Paris police to report a crime, claiming his compatriot was the victim of armed robbery and requested assistance from the police.
At the same time, Ming Lou took Ah-Cheng directly to the North Station. On the platform, the two both remained silent until they’re about to part.
“I’m a soldier. From now on, so are you.” Ming Lou suddenly spoke.
Ah-Cheng’s eyes were filled with tears as he looked at him with respect.
“Don’t cry.” Ming Lou reprimanded.
“Yes.” Despite the words, Ah-Cheng still cannot control the tears in his eyes. It’s not a sign of weakness, for it was because the thought of a last communion that the tears filled his eyes. He knew that once he stepped on this journey, the future is rife with danger, and he may never return.
“Go. Your entire team has been extinguished. You’re a kite without a string. I will request the Southern Bureau* to move you to my side. I —–. “Ming looked at Ah-Cheng in the eye. As he looked at the child who grew up with him, Ming Lou’s eyes warmed with tears. “I await your triumphant return.”
“Remember, nets can ensnare fish, but cannot enslave birds of flight. One day, we will no longer be fish in a net, but birds that soar freely in the sky. ” Ming Lou taught him the last lesson.
Ah-Cheng stood up tall and gave Ming Lou a salute.