Chapter 13

Grandma Yang stood up, took the clothes Chi Haoyuan had taken off, and hung them on the clothes rack. Chi Kexin said, "That's right! This kid went missing at Incheon Airport in the early hours of this morning, and his sister-in-law is really worried."

Chi Haoyuan said, "Don't worry, I know where he is."

Everyone perked up and asked in unison, "Where?"

"Shanghai. This kid just arrived in Shanghai and did something earth-shattering."

"What did he do?" Chi Yuexin asked curiously.

"Ha ha..." Chi Haoyuan smiled happily and recounted what had happened in Shanghai.

Chi Jianguo stood up and said, "I'll bring this kid back and send him to our military hospital."

"Brother, you might as well save your breath. He's not going to go with you," Chi Yuexin said.

Chi Jianguo sat back on the sofa, "Our hospital has a lot of beautiful women. Do you think this kid will go?"

Everyone shook their heads in unison, "No!"

Chi Jianguo sighed, "I also think he won't go. This kid is really not a qualified rogue."

Chi Haoyuan asked, "Why are you sending him to the hospital? To be a security guard?"

Chi Jianguo recounted what had happened in the United States, and Chi Haoyuan laughed heartily, "No wonder he's my grandson, he's really capable."

"Stop praising him. Think about getting him a proper job, don't let him wander around all the time," Grandma Yang said.

Chi Haoyuan nodded, "I've already made arrangements. I'll have him work in the public security department for a while, and then transfer him back to the military after some time." He sighed, "I just don't know if he'll be willing to come back."

"That's true! Shiqi'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, who had just finished his shower, finally looked normal. He was wearing jeans and a black sleeveless vest. His bronze skin had a metallic sheen, and though his body wasn't overly muscular, it exuded a terrifying strength.

He turned on the old TV from the 1950s or 1960s, but it only produced static. After fiddling with it for a while, he couldn't get any channels to come in.

Frustrated, he picked up the TV, opened the window, and threw it down. "Bang!" A scream came from below, "Who the hell did that? What if someone got hit? Luckily, I have a strong constitution."

Yang Luo rubbed his nose and quickly closed the window. But just as he sat down on the sofa, there was a knock at the door, "Bang! Bang!"

"Damn! So soon?" He stood up, walked to the door, and slowly opened it. Seeing the person, he was taken aback, "Feng Kun? How the hell did you find me?"

"Ha ha... Finding you, Young Master Yang, wasn't hard. The TV that fell just now must have been your doing, right?" Seeing that Yang Luo didn't respond, "I knew only you could do something so despicable."

"Did you do less of that when you were a kid?" Yang Luo opened the door, walked back to the sofa, and threw a cigarette to Feng Kun. He then lit one for himself, took a deep drag, and said, "Speak! What do you want?"

Feng Kun leaned back on the sofa, took a puff of the cigarette, and said, "Your old man sent me. He wants you to do some public service for a few days. He's already made the arrangements. Go check it out tomorrow."