Chapter 1

Huahai City is a prosperous coastal city. In the prime location of the seaside scenic area, there stands an aquarium. Outside the aquarium, the pedestrian street is lined with over twenty individual stalls, specializing in the sale of dried seafood and shell crafts.

Luo Chong, eighteen years old, is the young owner of one of these stalls.

One might wonder, at this age, shouldn't he be in high school? Why would he be selling goods on the street? Moreover, he is not a poor child from a remote mountain village but a genuine city resident of Huahai City.

Of course, there is a reason for this...

It was still the peak tourist season in September. The sky was clear, the weather pleasant, and the beach was bustling with visitors. Luo Chong's stall was doing fairly well, selling five packs of fish slices, eight packs of squid threads, and over a dozen shell crafts in the first half of the day. He also earned some extra money by taking photos for tourists, netting a total of more than 300 yuan.

Earning over 300 yuan in less than a day sounds profitable, but don't forget that this is a business that relies heavily on the weather. Regardless of wind or rain, there are only about five months in a year when he can make money. The rest of the time, the weather is cold, and the sea breeze is bone-chilling. How many tourists would come to the beach for a poetic experience?

Around 4:00 PM, Luo Chong had just finished taking a photo for a young couple when his phone rang. It was a number he didn't recognize.

As soon as he answered, his brows furrowed upon hearing the voice on the other end: "That damn scumbag again!"

"Hehehe..." The laughter from the other end was clearly malicious. "Luo Chong, how are you doing these past few days? Are you feeling itchy? Maybe it's time for someone to pay you a visit again?"

Smack!

Luo Chong hung up without a word.

The caller was named Wang Haoqiang, who used to be Luo Chong's classmate. He was a rich kid born with a silver spoon, his father being the chairman of the city's most powerful real estate group.

Four months ago, due to an innocent reason, Luo Chong unknowingly offended Wang Haoqiang. He was framed for stealing money from his classmates, and in a moment of冲动, he broke Wang Haoqiang's nose with a single punch.

Then, Wang Haoqiang's parents, through their special connections in the police department, obtained a minor injury report and used it to pressure the school to expel Luo Chong. However, the principal privately promised to give him a high school diploma after a year.

After that, Wang Haoqiang still wouldn't let Luo Chong off. He called him every few days, using a different phone number each time, making it impossible for Luo Chong to avoid the calls.

In addition, Wang Haoqiang hired a few thugs to cause trouble for Luo Chong at the seaside scenic area, seemingly determined not to rest until he drove Luo Chong out of Huahai City.

As the saying goes, the common people cannot fight against the officials, and the poor cannot fight against the rich. Even though Luo Chong was extremely resentful and wished he could stab Wang Haoqiang to death, he couldn't do it because he came from a single-parent family. He had lived with his mother for eighteen years, and if he got into trouble and went to jail, how would his mother survive?

So, he had to endure, no matter how long it took...

At 4:30 PM, Luo Chong closed his stall an hour and a half early. He planned to go to the market to buy groceries and pick up the cake he had ordered the day before, as it was September 12th, his birthday.

However, just a few steps away, he saw a silver-gray luxury sports car roaring down the pedestrian street like a fierce beast, scaring the tourists who glared at it angrily.

"What the hell, how did he get in here?"

Luo Chong was puzzled. He had been selling goods here for over two months and knew that all the entrances to the pedestrian street were blocked by large concrete posts, making it impossible for four-wheeled vehicles to enter. The stall owners used two-wheeled carts to transport their goods.

"This is a Lamborghini, costing millions. With such a low chassis, how did it get in here?"

Through the car's windshield, Luo Chong saw the driver, a young and handsome man.

No doubt, another rich and handsome guy.

Luo Chong didn't have any resentment towards the rich. He dreamed of becoming wealthy himself, but this was a pedestrian street. Tourists strolled along, enjoying the sea and sky, without worrying about being hit by vehicles. Driving in like this was embarrassing for Huahai City.

So, he should give him a disdainful look.

Of course, it was just a look. Luo Chong didn't want to cause trouble and upset his mother. Let others deal with it.

Go home!

Screech...

The car screeched to a halt right in front of Luo Chong. The handsome man, who wasn't wearing a seatbelt, got out of the car.

As he got out, the eyes of two beautiful women chatting by the railing a few meters away naturally turned towards him.

One had long black hair and long black legs; the other wore a short skirt and had a very attractive figure. They were probably thinking, "This handsome guy must have stopped because he saw us. Is he going to come over and chat? I wonder which of us he's interested in?"

The man, dressed in black casual clothes, had a well-built physique and facial features that resembled a sculpture in the Roman Museum. Most importantly, he drove a Lamborghini worth millions, making him the perfect dream lover, almost flawless and beyond reproach.

However, this excellent man didn't even look at them and walked straight towards a younger, inexperienced young man.

The two women were disappointed and their eyes filled with resentment, but they still held out hope, each striking their most beautiful pose and expression, hoping to catch his attention.

Luo Chong found it strange. This guy was staring at him and walking straight towards him... Was he asking for directions?

"What's your name? Do you have the surname Yang or Luo?"

The man asked as soon as he got close.

"Huh?"

"How does he know I might have the surname Luo?"

Luo Chong thought he might know him or had some other business, so he replied, "I have the surname Luo. Do you know me?"

To his surprise, the man said, "That's right. Listen carefully, I am your father, and you are my son."

Damn!

Luo Chong was momentarily stunned and then became furious. This guy looked only five or six years older than him, at most ten years older, and he dared to claim he was his father?

Although he knew from his mother that his father had disappeared for unknown reasons before he was born, and his whereabouts were unknown,

Although he really wanted to have a biological father, even if he wasn't very capable, just a toilet manager would do. As long as he could fulfill his responsibilities as a husband and father, that would be enough.

Luo Chong had once had a similar fantasy: one day, an old man would suddenly appear in front of him, with a sad face, saying, "Son, I am your father, I am sorry to you and your mother!"

But this guy, if he wasn't deliberately causing trouble, must be a lunatic. How could he possibly be...

Luo Chong was so angry that he wanted to curse, but he was shocked to find that he couldn't even open his lips, let alone speak.

"Doesn't anger and frustration make you lose control of your emotions, even to the point of wanting to kill someone?"

The man smiled wickedly, "That's right. Because you are my son, this is due to genetic inheritance, the bloodline of a demon."

"Let's go home and see your mother."

As the man said this, something even more terrifying happened. Luo Chong found himself involuntarily walking to the passenger side of the car, the door opened automatically, and he bent down and got in.

Zoom...

The extremely flashy sports car sped away, leaving the two women by the railing staring at each other in shock: "He's his father? How is that possible? What a strange thing to happen..."

In the car, Luo Chong was terrified. He was clearly under some kind of evil spell, kidnapped by this man who claimed to be his father. He had to follow him wherever he went, completely losing control of his body.

"When you can stay calm, blink a few times, and I'll let you speak."

The man in black said calmly, "If you shout and make me annoyed, I'll gag you."

As he spoke, he drove the Lamborghini straight towards the concrete posts blocking the entrance. Luo Chong's eyes widened, and his hair stood on end.

A car accident was about to happen, damn it, he hadn't even fastened his seatbelt!

But the reality was...

Whoosh...

The car accelerated and passed through without touching a single post, as if it were a special effect from a sci-fi movie. It was unclear whether the posts had become intangible or the car had turned into a virtual object, but there was no collision at all.

Moreover, the tourists on the pedestrian street were indifferent to this bizarre scene, as if they couldn't see the posts or the car.

At this moment, Luo Chong really suspected he was in a dream, probably asleep on his stall. Otherwise, how could such a strange thing happen in broad daylight?

Blink, blink, blink quickly. At this moment, Luo Chong just wanted to speak and figure out what was going on. Hopefully, it was just a ridiculous dream.

After several blinks, Luo Chong's throat made a gurgling sound, and he regained the ability to speak.

"Who are you?"

"I already said, I am your father," the man replied with a faint smile.

"Brother, don't joke around."

Luo Chong forced himself to relax, treating it as a dream, nothing serious, and whispered to himself, "If it's a dream, I should wake up quickly. Sleeping by the sea can easily cause a cold."

"A dream?"

The man in black poked Luo Chong's thigh, and he let out a painful cry. An indescribable intense pain suddenly hit him, and if he could move, he would have jumped up in pain.

He had experienced being stabbed before. On the third day after being expelled from school, he was slashed twice on his back by a few thugs on the street. Fortunately, he had good physical strength and ran away.

No doubt, it was definitely that bastard from school who sent them.

That incident aside, being stabbed was much more comfortable than this. The pain was so clear and intense, it definitely wasn't a dream.

Today is my birthday, why did I have to encounter such a thing?

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