Chapter 412: Homecoming (Part 2)

The youth was kicked and sent flying against the wall.

Blood splattered on the ground, forming a fresh red stain.

The frail body of the youth convulsed violently a few times, then he lost consciousness.

From then on, no one else dared to beg for mercy.

Being alive, at the very least, there was hope.

They all hung their heads low, trembling all over, like a flock of sheep ready for slaughter.

Suddenly, Luo Tian’s attention was drawn to the boy who stood out from the rest because, in the entire room, only he dared to stare intently at him. Luo Tian’s sinister eyes fixed on the boy, his face breaking into a malicious, playful sneer, "Start with him."

The cat and mouse game was his favorite to play.

The youth did not resist, nor did he flinch, standing straight up, his lips pressed tightly together!

The feeling of cold, hard steel needles piercing his flesh continued.

The icy liquid spread to every part of his body along his veins.

His consciousness began to dissipate, but there was still an unyielding ferocity in his eyes, a light that seemed as if it could materialize at any moment and tear these people to pieces.

He swore! As long as he, Chu Xiu, was not dead, he would surely flay and eviscerate these foreign madmen! Turn their bones to ash!

To take revenge for his clansmen and wash away their humiliation!

Luo Tian watched the boy, a look of appreciation appearing in his eyes.

There were few who could hold on for so long in the face of such a domineering virus.

Even adults could not resist!

This boy was indeed tough.

With just a bit of training in the future, he could become a great talent.

It’s just a pity he was born in the wrong place.

The China mainland, well, was not a good place.

Luo Tian twirled the blue pill in his hand, his gaze filled with pity as he scanned the people in the room, the corner of his mouth curling into a mocking smile.

No one would have thought that 30 years later, he—

Luo Tian!

Had returned.

**

The dusk settled in the west, and the remnant sun stained red, coloring half the sky over the Capital City with blood.

Chu Jin stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for a long time, her back straight, her expression indifferent, her clear eyes betraying no emotion.

Until there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," she said, her red lips parting, without turning her head.

In this house, aside from Aunt Zhang, there was no one else.

"Miss," Aunt Zhang took a few cautious steps forward, speaking respectfully, "The master has returned, he asked me to come up and invite you downstairs for dinner."

Aunt Zhang lifted her gaze to the figure that seemed as refined as bamboo or orchid, then quickly lowered her eyes, although the girl in front of her was only in her teens, she carried an air that was not typical for her age.

An aura as if she had been baptized by storms and lightning.

It inspired an involuntary fear in others.

After all, she did not seem like a child of just a few teen years.

The master?

Chu Jin slightly furrowed her brows. In this house, the only one called the master, aside from him, there was no one else.

He had arrived.

"I know, I’ll be right down," Chu Jin responded.

Aunt Zhang turned and left, gently closing the door behind her.

ten minutes later.

Chu Jin changed her clothes and went downstairs.

The quiet living room was empty, and the crystal lamps shone brilliantly.

A tempting aroma wafted faintly through the air.

The sizzling sound of cooking could also be heard.

Yes, someone was cooking in the kitchen.

Chu Jin passed through the dining room to the kitchen.

She saw a slender figure, like jade, busily moving about.

There are such people in the world.

Regardless of time and place, no matter the setting, even if it’s a kitchen filled with the smell of grease, they exude an atmosphere as if they command the land and sky.

Clearly, the man in front of her was one of these people.

In writing, he calms the world, in martial arts, he steadies the heavens and the earth.

It couldn’t be more fitting to describe him with these fourteen characters.

Pushing open the glass door, Chu Jin looked up at him, "Where’s Aunt Zhang?"

If she had not seen with her own eyes, Chu Jin would never believe that the lofty head of the Mo family would actually cook with his own hands.

And by the smell of it, he seemed to be quite skilled.

After adding a bit of water to the pot and covering it, Mo Zhixuan then turned to look at her, "I told Aunt Zhang to go home; the kitchen is full of smoke. Go out; don’t get your dress dirty."

Chu Jin was wearing a sleeveless white dress, her hair was tied up in a bun, exposing her pale, slender neck, and the graceful curve of her clavicle. A few mischievous strands of hair slipped down her smooth forehead, sharply contrasting with her snow-white skin, making her lips appear even redder, her skin even whiter, flawless and pure, as immaculate as moonlight.

Her clear, bottomless, entrancing peach-blossom eyes were even more eye-catching.

They could—

Ensnare a soul.

"If you’re not afraid, what’s there for me to fear?" Chu Jin approached him, picked up the spatula, "Today is your holiday, let me do the cooking. Go sit in the living room," though she wasn’t sure if the food she made would be edible.

As the head of the Mo family who usually had a busy schedule, dominating the business world, now he was here in her kitchen, which was quite surprising to her.

"Holiday?" Mr. Mo raised an eyebrow in surprise, "What holiday?"

His tone remained as low and cold as ever, but listening carefully, one could detect the hidden indulgence and tenderness within.

Chu Jin reached out to pick a leaf of green vegetable soaking in water, a smile on her lips, "The third Sunday of every June, what holiday is it? Mo Dad—" she drew out the last word, suggestive and meaningful.

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