Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

Alas, may her spirit find some solace.

And Mars was the first to approach Lin Ping’an: "You’re the toughest one to deal with in the Dead Eye crew. To assassinate you, I had to kidnap your idiot son. He was very cooperative and didn’t even make me remove a thing from him to reveal your weakness. You have a lover in District Seven, younger than your son, and she also has a son that belongs to you, right."

"...Alright, I have to admit that you are indeed Mark from another timeline." Lin Ping’an sighed deeply with a face full of helplessness. The tall and skinny man nodded: "Yes, you’re not wrong, I’m being threatened by you. She has just become pregnant with my child. Feel free to ask your questions, but you must promise me, swear to Master Wu, your conscience, and your father’s profession, that you will absolutely not kill her and her child."

"In my timeline, I even gave her some money. She took the money and child and left New Hangzhou, headed south to return to her hometown. I don’t know the address, but she said if you’re alive, you’d definitely know." Mars said so.

"...What questions do you need me to answer for you?" Lin Ping’an resignedly nodded.

"District Six, Ping’an Boulevard, number 899, what place is that? When you were about to die, you asked me more than once to deliver letters to this address. The letter has always been with me. I was afraid it was a trap, so I never went. Now you should give me an answer."

Lin Ping’an looked at the letter taken out by Mars. He tore open the envelope, unfolded the letter, and after reading it in one breath, he sighed: "Indeed, it is my handwriting. That’s my home... My alcoholic father died a few years ago, and I must’ve wanted you to deliver the letter to my mother. She knows what I want to tell her... You’re not the kind to threaten an old lady, are you."

"Unless she’s also a psychic wielding a Monomolecular Knife that has caused me some trouble." Mars extended his hand.

Lin Ping’an sealed the envelope and handed the letter back to Mars: "I thought you would ask me for the password to my gold vault."

"I know it has to do with your mother, but I have my limits. Unlike you people, who dare to trade children for money." Mars took back the letter and replied.

"Really?" Lin Ping’an’s eyes widened.