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Chapter 411: The Shocking Truth
At that moment, something was off with Thank you, Master. He was laughing to himself in a sinister manner. I turned my head and saw a face that was disfigured and grotesque. No way, this was definitely not the real Thank you, Master.
“Who are you? How dare you use such tricks in front of me?” I shouted angrily, pulling out my trump card and drawing a symbol in the air. “If you seek death, don’t blame me for being ruthless.” With that, I struck with my palm.
In an instant, as my palm struck, a Bagua diagram naturally formed in the center of my palm, flickering in and out of visibility. Under the shadow of the Bagua diagram, the evil spirit that had possessed Thank you, Master let out a piercing scream. Soon after, Thank you, Master returned to normal and asked in panic what had just happened.
“It’s nothing; it’s all over now,” I replied.
By this time, Thank you, Master had regained his senses. He rubbed his head and looked around in astonishment. “I think I just had a nightmare.”
I found myself at a loss for words because the more I explained, the more complicated it became. Instead, Gousi answered for me: “Sorry about that; you fell asleep just now. Maybe it was a bumpy ride that caused you to have a nightmare.”
Thank you, Master seemed half-convinced as he shook his head and felt dizzy. He pressed his hand against his temple and said apologetically, “I really am getting old. Sigh, it’s your generation’s time now; we should retire.”
Gousi laughed heartily. “Not at all! You’re aging like fine wine. Your life experiences and knowledge make you a living encyclopedia. You can’t just call yourself old; you need to pass on your stories to Xie Ke and share everything you know.”
Thank you, Master chuckled and scratched his head. “That’s true.” But then he furrowed his brow as if lost in thought and fell silent.
Seeing that he seemed tired, I suggested, “Why don’t you take a break?”
The evil spirit feared my Bagua palm technique and fled in terror. If it hadn’t been for the distraction of another matter on my mind that weakened my resolve slightly, I might have sent that troublesome spirit into oblivion. It was only because Thank you, Master had brought up the mystery of my origins that my thoughts were tangled in that issue, leaving me uninterested in pursuing an insignificant evil spirit. So when it escaped, I was relieved to have some peace. I noticed Thank you, Master leaning back in his chair as if lost in contemplation while I closed my eyes and rested with my arms crossed.
For a moment, everyone in the vehicle shared an unspoken understanding, each lost in their own thoughts. We didn’t dwell on anything too much during our brief respite; before long, we arrived at Gousi ’s home.
As we entered the house, a delicious aroma of cooked vegetables wafted toward us. On any other day, I would have been drooling like a starving beggar at the smell. I could hear Gousi explaining that Feng had received advance notice and then cooked up a feast with the host. Yet even amidst this pleasant atmosphere, Leng Shaofei’s name lingered in my mind. Even now, I couldn’t believe that this was the name of my biological father; I clenched my fists as if trying to hold onto his name so it wouldn’t slip away.
Gousi, grateful for my life-saving help, kept piling food onto my plate until it resembled a mountain. However, I truly had no appetite; after forcing down a few bites, I awkwardly excused myself from the table and sat aside lost in thought.
Sitting on the sofa, I occasionally heard the soft clinking of dishes and chopsticks being set down on the table while my gaze remained fixed on the large projection screen. My mind replayed Thank you, Master’s earlier words over and over again. I recalled seeing invincible undercover police officers risking their lives infiltrating enemy lines only to be unable to return to their true identities for various reasons and ultimately being slaughtered by their foes.
As these thoughts crossed my mind, my eyes grew warm with unshed tears rolling down my cheeks. Without thinking, I reached up to touch them and felt the warmth of tears on my fingers. Just then, someone lifted a tissue and handed it to me right in front of me.
I looked up, my hand frozen in mid-air: " Gousi..."
I had been so focused and absorbed in my thoughts that I didn't notice when Gousi had come over. Seeing me in tears, he handed me a tissue, suggesting that if I wanted to cry, I should just let it out instead of holding it in.
I wasn't trying to cry; I didn't know what was happening. Just thinking about certain things made my eyes betray me.
Gousi sat down and, after a moment of contemplation, said, "I know a little about Leng Shaofei. Do you want to hear his story?"
"You know him and also know he is my..."
"I know." Gousi leaned forward and offered me a cigarette. I was surprised; someone like him smoked Zhonghua?
Seeing me staring at the cigarette, he smiled and said, "No matter what, there's still something special about our Great China."
"That's true."
Gousi lit the cigarette and handed me a shiny, exquisitely crafted limited edition lighter. I stared at this rare high-end collectible, feeling unworthy to reach for it.
Gousi laughed heartily and said, "If you like it, take it."
I shook my head. "This is a collectible from a French Paris brand; I can't accept something so valuable."
"This was also a gift from a friend in the industry. Don't you have an eye for these things? Check if it's a fake."
"I wouldn't dare; I'm just clumsily showing off my ignorance. For smoking, I prefer a one-dollar lighter." As soon as I mentioned wanting a one-dollar lighter, he immediately pulled one out and handed it to me.
I lit the cigarette and gestured for Thank You, Master to sit beside me.
Yu Genfeng was tidying up the dishes.
Gousi, concerned for his wife, stood up to instruct Feng on something while Thank You, Master and I continued smoking.
Thank You, Master took a puff and smacked his lips. "This cigarette is not bad; the taste is good."
I squinted and smiled, forcing myself to wipe away the sadness, putting on a brave face in front of Thank you, Master and Gousi. "Of course, our Great China is renowned both domestically and internationally." Then, the conversation shifted to the topic of how Ma Wu Grandpa adopted me.
I mentioned Sha Doctor.
Thank you, Master reminisced about my biological mother. As Thank you, Master recounted the story, images I had longed for surfaced in my mind—because of the undercover work, your father had to disguise himself as a carefree social boss, mingling in places filled with neon lights and indulgence.
Thank you, Master continued to recall that my mother was originally a woman who sang in such places to support her younger siblings.
My mother was beautiful and outstanding, attracting all kinds of people in those places—both underworld figures and legitimate folks. Many were coveting her beauty, secretly plotting to win her over.
Little did they know that my mother was like a lotus growing in the mud; she would only give a bit more time and sing an extra song in gratitude to those who supported her—nothing more. Unbeknownst to her, one day my father accompanied his boss to the place where my mother worked. His boss took one look at her and secretly found out that she was there alone, setting a trap to force her into submission.
My father could not stand his boss's bullying behavior towards women. He cursed him a thousand times in his heart but had to put on a facade of obedience. He then sent someone to set up a trap while discreetly leaving hints for my mother that she was in danger and needed to leave quickly.
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