After leaving the company, Huang Quan took his motorcycle to be repaired and checked into the luxurious Longcheng Hotel nearby. Once everything was settled, he finally had time to focus on the matters related to the Hell Apartment. Sitting on the soft, comfortable bed, he closed his eyes, allowing the apartment to materialize in his mind, and then stepped inside.

Before he even reached the entrance, a figure approached him, as if they had been waiting for a long time. "Apostle, I’ve been waiting for you. Please, you must help me fulfill my last wish," the figure implored.

Huang Quan looked the man up and down—a towering figure with a full beard covering a pallid face. Despite his ghostly appearance, the man’s eyes were bright, a mix of urgency and deep affection, a stark contrast to his rugged exterior.

Huang Quan nodded slowly, his demeanor calm and unhurried. "Tell me, what is your last wish?"

The man’s expression softened further as he spoke. "My name is Wang Biao, from the middle of Wanguo Road. My fiancée's name is Yang Xue." His voice trembled with emotion. "I hope, Apostle, that you can help me see her one last time."

Huang Quan couldn’t help but scrutinize Wang Biao more closely. Such a rough appearance, yet he couldn’t escape the entanglements of love. "Alright, tell me about your life," Huang Quan prompted.

Wang Biao lowered his eyes, reminiscing for a moment before looking up at Huang Quan again. "Yang Xue and I grew up together, childhood sweethearts. I always thought that if I could marry her, my life would be complete." His voice carried a deep-seated yearning. "I worked hard in the city, all for the day when I could marry the most beautiful bride."

"At the beginning of this year, we registered our marriage back home. A while ago, I bought a house and renovated it as our new home, planning to bring Yang Xue over and hold the wedding once everything was set." Wang Biao’s voice began to tremble with suppressed anger as he continued. "Three days ago, I went to the train station to pick her up. There, I saw a little girl being beaten and scolded by a man. I intervened, only to find out that she had been kidnapped."

His eyes, which had been filled with affection, now flashed with anger, though it quickly gave way to anxiety, his entire body trembling. His speech quickened, reflecting the urgency of the situation. "I tried to save the girl. One-on-one, I stood a chance, but after I handed her over to the police and went back to find Yang Xue..."

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"The trafficking ring lured me to their hideout, where they hung me up and beat me. I just wanted to see Yang Xue one last time, to hold on until my last breath. But then my soul left my body. I watched helplessly as my battered body finally went limp."

Wang Biao’s voice grew increasingly agitated, his massive frame trembling as tears filled his eyes. Huang Quan sighed and asked, "So, your body is still at their hideout?"

Wang Biao shook his head in pain, his eyes closed as if the life had drained out of him. "I was rescued by the police, maybe because the little girl revealed their location? I don’t know! But by the time they got me to the hospital, it was too late."

"The doctors tried to save me. I fought to reenter my body, but too much time had passed. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get back in. I could only watch as they covered my body with a white sheet and pronounced me dead."

"Is Yang Xue still waiting for me at the train station? Is she still full of hope? Apostle, I just want to see her one last time, even if it’s just to say goodbye, to make a promise for the next life!"

Huang Quan felt as if his heart had been struck by a heavy blow. A man of iron with a heart full of tenderness—perhaps this is what people meant by the phrase “a gentle giant.” He nodded, his voice softening unconsciously. "Don’t worry, I’ll help you fulfill your last wish."

Wang Biao opened his eyes again, a glimmer of hope rekindled in them. "Thank you! Thank you, Apostle!"

With that, Wang Biao turned, his steps unsteady. As a new soul, he was not yet accustomed to his condition, and the emotional outburst had left him shaky as he staggered back into the apartment.

Yang Mei emerged from the apartment, her eyes already brimming with tears, having clearly heard the entire story. She wiped her eyes, her delicate features made even more endearing by the tears. "I never thought there were still men like this in the world. Why didn’t I ever meet one?"

She seemed to recall Xu Hai, the man who had hurt her so deeply in the past. Huang Quan, too, was deeply moved, but seeing Yang Mei so affected, he couldn’t resist teasing her. "You think that’s touching? You’ve never seen how devoted I can be!"

He pointed to himself, feigning indifference. Yang Mei looked at him, tears still on her face, but a smile broke through. "You’re such a smooth talker!"

"Apostle, does that mean you want to show me just how devoted you can be?" As she spoke, she moved closer, her tear-streaked face beautiful and enchanting, her gaze alluring as her lips curved into a soft smile. Her lips brushed lightly against Huang Quan’s cheek, but he quickly stepped back.

"You... go comfort Wang Biao. I need to fulfill his last wish; I shouldn’t stay in the apartment for too long." Without wasting a moment, Huang Quan left the apartment, patting his chest as he did. This ghost, always trying to take advantage of him at every opportunity.

He steadied himself and pulled out his phone, dialing the number Wang Biao had given him. No answer.

He tried again. No answer.

He called six or seven more times, but each time, there was only the sound of a busy signal. Huang Quan frowned slightly. What could have happened on the other end?