"As long as I’m alive, don’t even think about being with that kid!" Wei Qingzhong shouted angrily.
Wei Xueqing glared at Wei Qingzhong, confronting him head-on, "Why do you get to decide everything? I like him, period! Besides, it’s not like you can stop me. I’ve already made up my mind!"
After saying this, Wei Xueqing turned and walked away, leaving Wei Qingzhong shouting furiously from behind, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! The only way you’ll be with him is over my dead body!"
Yang Chen silently followed behind Wei Xueqing.
Arriving at the office, Wei Xueqing closed the door, standing in front of the desk, frowning.
She had originally thought that after doing so much, she could make Wei Qingzhong a bit happier and then take the chance to conditionally ask him to agree to her being with Dahai.
But now she realized that her father’s prejudice against Dahai had always been there!
However, Dahai was doing great on Will Street. If Dahai brought back these achievements, perhaps her father would change his attitude a bit? Wei Xueqing pondered.
She walked out of the office and asked Zhou Lan, "Have you booked the tickets for the day after tomorrow?"
"Yes! The flight is at ten o’clock in the morning the day after tomorrow," Zhou Lan replied.
Wei Xueqing returned to the office and said to Yang Chen, "We’re flying to the Northern Federation at 10 o’clock tomorrow."
"Okay!" Yang Chen nodded.
In the evening, Yang Chen turned on the computer, accessed the deep web, and got in touch with Meng Po.
"Master!" Meng Po appeared very happy upon seeing Yang Chen, her eyes could not hide her excitement and joy.
Yang Chen looked at Meng Po’s beautiful face and shook his head silently.
Back when Yang Chen first met Meng Po, she was all alone standing in the ruins.
Her parents were volunteer doctors, who used their medical skills to help the poor in the Lijia Continent. But during a battle, stray bullets hit the clinic, killing all the patients and doctors inside except Meng Po.
Yang Chen had always trained Meng Po in the strictest manner.
Because she’s a woman, she needs stronger skills to protect herself.
With Meng Po’s abilities, she could already strike out on her own and has made a name for herself internationally, becoming quite powerful. But her one fatal flaw is her dependency on Yang Chen!
Yang Chen stared at Meng Po and asked solemnly, "What’s the situation now?"
Knowing that they couldn’t converse for too long, Meng Po quickly summarized the situation: "It’s not optimistic. Eighteen still hasn’t been found, and I suspect he’s already dead."
A murderous gleam flashed in Yang Chen’s eyes as he asked, "Who did it?"
"Currently unknown, but several forces are no longer hiding their actions against us. We’ve stopped accepting any tasks recently and have gone into hiding. Still, many people have come nearby looking for our base."
Yang Chen was silent for a moment.
After pondering for a while, Yang Chen said to Meng Po, "I might not be able to return for a long time, so I’ll be handing over Asura Hall to you to command!"
"You want me to command?" Meng Po was taken aback, "This..."
After all, everyone in Asura Hall is loyal only to Yang Chen and only takes orders from him. Commanding them would be difficult for her.
"Don’t hesitate, haven’t I trained you enough to have this confidence? I can’t be at Asura Hall every day; you must take on this responsibility. Don’t make me worry all the time. You must stand on your own. I’ve taught you everything I can. You must believe in yourself!" Yang Chen said sternly.
Meng Po stood up straight and replied solemnly, "Yes! I promise to complete the task!"
"Alright, if there’s nothing else, that’s it!"
Meng Po hurriedly said, "Master, you..."
Before Meng Po could finish, Yang Chen cut off the contact.
Shutting down the computer, a hint of an unnatural flush crossed Yang Chen’s face.
He quickly sat cross-legged to suppress the injuries within his body.
After a long while, Yang Chen’s complexion finally returned to normal.
Yang Chen opened his eyes, unable to hide the fatigue in them.
The current injuries have become increasingly hard to suppress, and with the chaotic meridians inside, the damage is too severe for Yang Chen to find a way to recover.
It was already late at night, but Yang Chen couldn’t sleep.
He got up and went to the window, lit a cigarette, and smoked slowly, looking into the distance as his thoughts drifted far away.
Ningchuan, north district.
Just like Yang Chen, many people couldn’t sleep.
For instance, Old Zhuo.
The seventy-year-old sat alone in the wicker chair in the courtyard, sitting silently with his eyes open, thinking who knows what.
In a nearby courtyard, Li Muyang also couldn’t sleep.
Li Muyang looked at the dim moon in the distance, lit a cigarette, placed it on the table beside him, then lit another for himself to smoke.
"In the blink of an eye, it’s been four years!" Li Muyang spoke as if talking to someone, or possibly mumbling to himself.
"Four years... a lot can happen..."
"If it really is him, by tomorrow... the answer should be revealed..."
"Now that I think about it, I really can’t believe it..."
"Brother Zhuo, are you... doing well?"
Li Muyang’s eyes reddened slightly.
Early the next morning, Yang Chen first went to the hospital.
In the ward, Chen Siyan was recovering well. She had been moved to a regular room, a luxury suite arranged by Zhang Qishan, just next to Zhang Xingzhou.
When Yang Chen arrived, he saw Zhang Xingzhou chatting enthusiastically with Qin Zhiyuan. Qin Zhiyuan was older than Zhang Xingzhou, but since they were from the same era, they had many topics in common.
From afar, Yang Chen could hear the two old men discussing the war situation back then, and he couldn’t help but shake his head.
The two old guys certainly had much to talk about.
Yang Chen approached Chen Siyan and said, "I have to go to the Northern Federation in a few days. Let me know if you want anything, and I’ll bring it back for you."
Chen Siyan shook her head and said sweetly, "I don’t want anything, just come back soon."
Yang Chen gently ruffled Chen Siyan’s hair.
Before, the sparse hair on Chen Siyan’s head had been shaved off. Now, without chemotherapy, she had a head of short stubble that felt quite prickly to the touch.
Jokingly, Yang Chen remarked, "With your hairstyle, you should join the guards; theirs isn’t even this short."
"Don’t say that!" Chen Siyan knocked Yang Chen’s hand away, pouting, "My hair is just growing back, okay? It’ll get longer; I want to grow it as long as Sister-in-law’s!"
"Alright, I’ll be waiting for that!" Yang Chen chuckled.
With company matters to attend to, Yang Chen couldn’t stay long, so he chatted briefly and then left.
Outside, Yang Chen said to the two old men, "Director, when there’s time, invite Elder Zhang over to our house for a meal. I’ll make drunken shrimp, and we can have a few drinks."
"Haha, sounds good!" Qin Zhiyuan seemed very happy because with Chen Siyan’s health improving and Yang Chen becoming capable and earning money, he felt light-hearted.
"Old Zhang!" Qin Zhiyuan said to Zhang Xingzhou, "Let me tell you, I still have a few good bottles of wine stashed away, presents from Xiaochen’s wedding, specifically reserved white wine!"
"Oh, that’s great!" Zhang Xingzhou was also delighted because a true friend is rare, and he and Qin Zhiyuan had endless topics to share.
Moreover, Zhang Xingzhou felt significantly better; he could even smoke without anyone stopping him—he couldn’t have been more content.
However, Yang Chen felt a bit awkward because that reserved wine... was actually a gift from Zhang Qishan back then...