Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Back in those days, driving long-haul trucks was risky and exhausting, but the money came fast.

I was tall and strong, and I was born with a hard fate and a fiery constitution. As soon as I finished my apprenticeship, I dared to take a truck out for Chongsha.

Chongsha was one of the rules of the long-haul trucking trade.

When a new route opened, you couldn’t just drive it blind. Someone had to make the first run and break through the Road Sha.

Only after someone cleared the route would the other drivers feel safe taking it.

Chongsha was no easy job. Road conditions and public security weren’t great in those years.

Driving at night, you often ran into strange things, so not many people were willing to do it.

But Chongsha paid an extra commission on top of the usual freight money, and you could collect plenty of red envelopes too.

Relying on that skill, I made quite a bit of extra cash.

Later, when I brought Tang Dong along on the road, he was timid, so whenever anything happened, I always kept him protected behind me.

I even split the Chongsha commission with him fifty-fifty.

I never let him do Chongsha alone. I was afraid he’d run into danger.

More than once, I told him that since I was the one who brought him out of the village, I would make sure I brought him back safe and sound.

Tang Dong and I got married in the same year, and we even partnered up to open a logistics company.

I truly thought our brotherhood would last a lifetime.

But I never imagined that when I was at my lowest, the first person to stab me in the back would be him.

Maybe my fate really was too hard.

Not long after I turned thirty, both my parents passed away, one after the other. Then my wife was hospitalized with a serious illness.

I was busy taking care of my family, so I handed the company over to Tang Dong.

And while I was too overwhelmed to look after anything else, he hollowed out the company, transferred away its assets, and left me with a mountain of debt.

The pathetic part was, even on the day the company went bankrupt, I never suspected Tang Dong.

After that, Tang Dong opened his own logistics company and strutted around outside like some respectable big boss.

As for me, although I managed to borrow the money for the surgery, I still couldn’t keep my wife alive.

Before she died, the only thing she told me was to stay away from a petty villain like Tang Dong.

I still had a son, a daughter, and my mother-in-law to take care of. I couldn’t go after Tang Dong for revenge myself.

But heaven has eyes. Less than three years later, Tang Dong died-on a road where he was doing Chongsha.

In the end, I was the one who took a truck through and opened the new route that had claimed his life.

For long-haul truck drivers, if someone dies on the road in an accident, their family has to go to the accident site and perform Calling Back the Spirit before the burial.

Only after the spirit is called back can the ashes be laid peacefully to rest.

My master also died in an accident while doing Chongsha, and I was the one who called his spirit back.

But Tang Dong had been dead for over a year, and his family had hired people to perform Calling Back the Spirit for him six times in a row. None of them succeeded.

The Tang family had truly run out of options. That was why they set their sights on me again.