"I, I don't know who he is, but he was there to protect Mr. Consul. Maybe... he's someone from Yanhuang Soul, or perhaps a bodyguard from South Sea."
"I'll check it out. I locked Shen Zuimo up just for your good, to give us time to prepare."
"Got it, Dad, I was wrong earlier."
"Mhm, you should prepare too. The 70th-anniversary celebration is in a couple of days, and there's a competition. I've only reserved one spot for you."
"One spot? Dad, isn't this supposed to be all handled by Yanhuang Soul?"
"How would I know? The notice came from above, and Fan Lingtian's managing the list. It seems he's still valued by the people up top."
"That old thing." Liu Minggong cursed along.
"Go, go, go, get to training and aim to achieve a good result in the competition. It'll bring honor to your father. You understand, right?"
"Yes, Dad."
The father and son duo matched each other's tone effortlessly.
Meanwhile, Shen Zuimo quietly accepted his punishment.
