Yang Luo’s grandmother stood up, took the coat Chi Haoyuan had taken off, and hung it on the coat rack. Chi Kexin said, “Yeah！ That kid disappeared from Seoul Airport early this morning. My sister-in-law is worried.”
Chi Haoyuan said, “No need to worry. I know where he is.”
Everyone perked up and asked in unison, “Where？”
“Shanghai. That kid had barely arrived in Shanghai when he pulled off something earth-shattering.”
“What big event？” Chi Yuexin asked curiously.
“Haha...” Chi Haoyuan chuckled happily and recounted what had happened in Shanghai.
Chi Jianguo stood up and said, “I’ll go grab that kid and bring him to our military district general hospital.”
“Second Brother, save your energy. There’s no way he’ll go with you,” Chi Yuexin said.
Chi Jianguo sat back down on the sofa. “Our hospital has plenty of beautiful women. What do you think, will he come？”
Everyone shook their heads in unison： “No！”
Chi Jianguo sighed, “I think he won’t either. That kid really is a lousy scoundrel.”
Chi Haoyuan asked, “What do you want him at the hospital for？ To work security？”
Chi Jianguo also told the story of what happened in the United States. Chi Haoyuan laughed heartily： "He's worthy of being my Chi Haoyuan's grandson, truly capable."
"Stop praising him. Think about arranging something proper for him to do, instead of always wandering around outside," Yang Luo's grandmother said.
Chi Haoyuan nodded： "I've already arranged it. Let him work in the public security department for a while, then transfer him back to the military after some time." He sighed, "I just don't know if the kid is willing to go back."
"Yeah！ Shi Qi's death hit him hard," Chi Kexin said.
Chi Haoyuan stood up： "Let's go eat. Some things happen, and no one can change them."
In a small hotel in Shanghai, Yang Luo looked normal only after just taking a shower, wearing jeans and a black vest on top. His bronze skin radiated a metallic texture, and his not-so-strong physique still made people feel the terrifying power hidden inside his body.
This bastard turned on the antique TV that only dated back to the fifties or sixties. A crackling sound came from it, and after fiddling for a while, he couldn't get a single channel.
Angry, he picked up the TV, opened the window, and threw it out. "Bang!" Then a scream came from downstairs: "Who the f*ck is so damn wicked? What if it hit someone? Lucky I survived!"
Yang Luo rubbed his nose and quickly closed the window, but just as he sat down on the sofa, there was a "Bang！ Bang！" at the door.
"Shit！ Found me this fast？"
He stood up, walked to the door, and slowly opened it. Seeing the visitor, he froze: "Feng Kun？ How the f*ck did you find me？"
"Heh heh... Finding you, Young Master Yang, isn't that hard? That TV that just fell must have been your doing, right?" Seeing Yang Luo silent, "I knew no one else could pull such a damn wicked stunt."
“You f***ing did less when you were a kid?” Yang Luo opened the door, walked back, and sat on the sofa. He pulled out a cigarette, threw one to Feng Kun, then lit his own and took a deep drag. “Spit it out. What do you want from me?”
Feng Kun leaned back on the sofa, took a drag on his cigarette, and said, “Your Old Man sent me. He wants you to do a few days of official work. He’s already given the word personally. Go check it out tomorrow.”