Invincible Immortal Cultivator in the City
Chapter 72 - 73 Regardless of Right or Wrong

Chapter 72: Chapter 73 Regardless of Right or Wrong

He Mingtong’s secretary is not a job just anyone can fill. One must go through a rigorous selection process and screening to be qualified and capable of holding the position.

Marseille stood out from over a thousand elites, his capabilities easily imaginable.

Setting aside IQ and diplomas, his martial skills were unmatched by any of those thousand.

Yet, he knelt before a young man.

How could He Mingtong not be puzzled by this?

In response to the former’s queries, Chen Liansheng said nothing, turned around, personally retrieved a computer, pulled up the surveillance footage, and showed it to the two bosses.

"What is going on here..." He Mingtong watched as his eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

"This video absolutely cannot be leaked. President Chen, you know what to do," Lv Wenguang said with utmost seriousness after watching.

Without any hesitation, Chen Liansheng deleted the video footage in front of the two men.

Lv Wenguang and He Mingtong looked at each other, completely clueless as to what had happened, their expressions unreadable.

"Could it be that there truly are hermits of exceptional ability hidden from the world?"

Besides this, He Mingtong and Lv Wenguang could think of no other explanation for the scene in the surveillance footage.

The two exchanged glances, returned to the county government, and immediately began investigating Lin Hao’s background, resolving to cling tightly to Lin Hao’s "powerful thighs" no matter what.

Lin Hao, of course, was unaware of the events unfolding behind him and had no interest in knowing. At this moment, his sole focus was to get home sooner to surprise his parents.

Even having lived for a thousand years, with a resolute mindset, the thought of soon meeting his parents still excited Lin Hao immensely.

A thousand years.

To him, it had been a full millennium since he last saw his parents.

No matter his achievements or noble status in his past life, he was forever his parents’ son.

Qingyang Town, surrounded by mountains, was small; today wasn’t a market day, so the streets were sparsely populated.

After over three hours on the bus, Lin Hao finally arrived in town, carefully observing his surroundings.

The roads were pockmarked with potholes. At a glance, most were brick houses - a stark picture of poverty compared to the prosperity of Binhai, and the rural air hit him like a wave.

In his past life, due to certain events, this town was razed to the ground, and his memories of the small town gradually became blurred.

Seeing it once again today, past events felt like a game, a dream.

Crossing an ancient street, Lin Hao saw a figure from a distance in front of a brick house, pushing a bicycle at the doorstep, seemingly in a hurry to go somewhere.

It was a middle-aged woman, in her late thirties or forties, dressed simply, a true rural dweller.

Zhou Zilan, Lin Hao’s mother, still as young as he remembered. If dressed up, she would surely look like a lady of elegance.

As if feeling someone’s gaze, the woman stopped what she was doing and looked in Lin Hao’s direction.

Seeing him, Zhou Zilan was startled: "Son, how come you’re back?"

"Mom!"

Lin Hao rushed forward in a flash, wrapped his arms around his mother, and said gently, "Mom, I’ve finally seen you again."

"Son, what’s wrong with you? We haven’t been apart for that long," Zhou Zilan said with a bewildered expression. What’s going on? Why all of a sudden is her son hugging her? The Lin Hao of the past would never have been so sappy.

However, even though she spoke like this, Zhou Zilan felt a wave of comfort wash over her, and for some reason, her nose began to tingle with emotion, sensing that her son had grown up.

Lin Hao let go of Zhou Zilan and carefully looked her over: "Mom, it has been a long time since we’ve seen each other."

A thousand years, more than a thousand years. Those days without a father or mother, living a lonely life, the bitterness of which only Lin Hao knew.

"Has it been that long? Counting the time, from the start of school to the holiday break, it’s only been three or four months." Zhou Zilan chuckled, "However, my son, Mom misses you too. I heard from your aunt that you got into Binhai University?"

"Mm-hmm."

Lin Hao nodded.

"Good, worthy of being my excellent son, your mother has not endured these many hardships in vain." Zhou Zilan smiled with consolation, "Where’s the admission notice? Let me see it."

"Mom, there’s no hurry. Let’s go home and I’ll show it to you in a bit." Lin Hao, carrying the gifts for his parents in one hand, and holding his mother’s hand with the other, was about to take her home.

Zhou Zilan’s expression shifted slightly: "Son, don’t go back yet. There’s a new tea house that’s just opened. How about you go and sit there for a while? Mom still has some things to do, and your dad isn’t home."

"What’s the matter?" Lin Hao asked curiously, "Why don’t I accompany you?"

"It’s all right, you just go sit there." Zhou Zilan said, "Mom will be back in a bit."

Lin Hao frowned. Even though it had been a thousand years, he was very clear about his mother’s character; she would prefer to handle many things together with them.

Moreover, their home was right in front of them, and even if there were matters to attend to, she should have let him go home first. Why would she ask him to go sit in a tea house?

The tea houses in the countryside were all frequented by elderly people.

The more he thought about it, the more Lin Hao felt that something was wrong.

With a quick step forward, while his mother wasn’t paying attention, Lin Hao used force on both arms and pushed the front door open directly.

The door was not locked.

It was easily pushed open.

At the moment the door opened, Lin Hao’s pupils shrank.

He saw that inside the twenty-something square meter, not very large living room, it was now packed with more than twenty people.

All of these people had sticks in their hands, and one of them, who appeared to be the leader, was sitting on the best armchair in the house with his leg up, looking to be around thirty, with a goatee, smoking a cigarette in his mouth.

The room was filled with smoke.

His father, Lin Siyuan, was sitting right next to the armchair, on a small stool, with red-rimmed eyes, and from his face, it was clear that he was very nervous.

Seeing this scene, Lin Hao’s face immediately turned cold and grew very somber.

Since his rebirth, his face had never looked this awful.

As he pushed the door open, all eyes in the room converged on him.

"Hey, Old Lin, isn’t this your son? He’s really come back early, or rather, just in time," the man on the armchair with the goatee took a puff of his cigarette, turned his head, and exhaled towards Lin Siyuan’s face,

"You know, I’ve helped raise your son to this day, and now when I ask for some money back, why is it so difficult?"

"Zilan, go and withdraw the money. We’ll look after your husband and your son for you."

With a look from the goatee, two men walked up to Lin Hao in a casual manner: "Kid, please, come in and reunite with your dad."

"Lin Hao, run!" Suddenly, Lin Siyuan rushed forward, attempting to break through the two men.

But as soon as he got up, he was pushed back down by the goatee.

At this moment, Lin Hao noticed that Lin Siyuan’s hands were tied.

Lin Hao’s gaze grew even colder, as if it were ice.

He didn’t ask what had happened, nor did he need to ask.

No matter who was right or wrong, no matter what had happened, they would talk after the fight.

He stepped past the two in front of him, approaching the goatee, towering over him, staring down with a chilling voice:

"Three seconds for you, get out!"

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