Dare to shirk responsibility? This adorable little one will tear down your military district!

The man in the baseball cap was a habitual thief. The razor blade in his hand was as thin as a cicada's wing, and it flew between his fingers, leaving only a faint, inconspicuous glint of cold light.

The crowd was so dense and the stench of sweat was overwhelming that no one noticed this little action.

The razor blade was stuck to the patched canvas bag in Sun Shouzhen's arms.

A smug grin spread across the man in the baseball cap's face as he prepared to swipe his wrist downwards.

"Whoosh—"

There was nothing earth-shattering, just a very faint sound of something breaking through the air.

Meng Yaya, perched on Gu Changfeng's shoulder, held her little hand in a snapping motion, her expression colder than that of a three-year-old.

"Snapped!"

The pebble, about the size of a fingernail, struck the thumb joint of the man holding the razor blade, just like a bullet fired from a gun.

"Click."

A crisp sound rang out, mingling with the cacophony of voices, and was only heard by a few people who were closest to the sound.

That was the sound of bones cracking.

"ah--!!"

The person in the baseball cap let out a bloodcurdling scream, so loud it startled everyone within a few meters, who automatically created a safe distance.

He lost his grip on the razor blade, and it fell to the concrete floor with a clang.

The right hand was twisted in a bizarre posture, with the thumb drooping limply and swelling up instantly, turning into a purple eggplant.

Sun Shouzhen's ears were ringing from the shout, and he instinctively hugged the bag in his arms tighter and took a step back.

He looked down and saw half a rusty razor blade lying on the ground, and a man rolling on the ground clutching his hand.

The old man was a sensible man; he understood it at a glance.

They've run into a pickpocket, but it seems the pickpocket got his comeuppance.

"My hand! My hand is broken! Which bastard betrayed me?!"

The man in the baseball cap was in so much pain that he was sweating profusely, his facial features were contorted, and his bloodshot eyes were glaring around, trying to find the person who had done this to him.

"What are you yelling about?"

A childish voice came from above.

Meng Yaya rode on Gu Changfeng's shoulders, her hands gripping her father's ears, looking down at the baseball cap on the ground.

She tilted her head, her face innocent and guileless: "Uncle, did you get bitten by a bug? Why is your hand swollen like a big pig's trotter?"

Gu Changfeng arrived at this moment.

His towering height of over 1.8 meters made him stand like a mountain in front of Sun Shouzhen. His faded military uniform, coupled with his imposing face, was incredibly intimidating.

"Old Master Sun." Gu Changfeng ignored the thugs on the ground and turned to Sun Shouzhen first, his tone respectful, "Are you alright?"

Sun Shouzhen was stunned.

He stared at the imposing officer in front of him, then looked at the exquisitely beautiful little child riding on his shoulders.

The little girl was winking at him; it was a familiar look, with a hint of cunning and mischief in her eyes.

Back in the mountains behind Mengjia Village, when this girl smashed a poisonous snake's head with a stone, she had the same expression.

Sun Shouzhen, who had been on tenterhooks the whole way, finally felt relieved.

I even felt like crying.

"Oh! So it's you, you little brat!"

The man in the baseball cap on the ground caught his breath and, seeing it was a baby, became even more emboldened. He was used to being a bully, and with his other hand, he pulled a switchblade from his pocket, snapped it open, and scrambled to his feet, aiming to stab Gu Changfeng in the leg.

"You dare break my hand? I'll stab you to death!"

Passengers around screamed and scattered in all directions.

Lin Wanrou turned pale with fright and was about to shout "Be careful!"

Gu Changfeng didn't even lift his eyelids.

He held his daughter on his shoulder with one hand, and suddenly lifted his long leg, clad in military trousers, with a movement as fast as a whip.

"Bang!"

The kick landed squarely on the chest of the man in the baseball cap.

The 140-150 pound man was sent flying two or three meters like a tattered sack, crashing heavily onto the railing behind him. He didn't even utter a sound before sliding down and passing out.

The switchblade flew a long way.

Gu Changfeng withdrew his leg, patted the dust off his trousers, and said in a calm tone as if he were saying that the weather was nice today: "To commit a violent act with a weapon in front of active-duty soldiers, it seems you think you don't have enough prison food."

Only then did the police officers on duty at the station run over, blowing their whistles.

One look at Gu Changfeng's physique and military uniform, and then at the habitual thief lying on the ground, and the situation was clear.

"Comrade, I am Gu Changfeng, the commander of the Red Star Regiment." Gu Changfeng took out his identification from his jacket pocket and handed it to the leading police officer. "This man attempted to steal and injured someone with a knife, but I subdued him."

Upon seeing the identification, the police officer immediately saluted: "Greetings, sir! This is our responsibility!"

The baseball cap was dragged away like a dead dog.

The farce has come to an end.

A burst of cheers erupted from the surrounding crowd.

Sun Shouzhen stood there, looking at the family of three.

His wrinkled face twitched a few times, and his eyes were a little red, but he managed to hold back the soreness in his eyes.

"My little darling," Sun Shouzhen said, his voice hoarse as he looked at Meng Yaya, "I still have to rely on you to protect me."

Meng Yaya slid off Gu Changfeng and ran to Sun Shouzheng with her short legs.

She didn't mind the old man's sour and dusty smell, and reached out her small hand to grab his withered hand.

"Old man Sun, you've lost weight." Meng Yaya pouted, looking disgusted. "You look like a dried-up monkey. Anyone who didn't know better would think I picked you up from a refugee camp."

Sun Shouzhen was so angry he laughed, and the tiny tear of emotion he had been holding back instantly disappeared.

"You heartless ingrate! This old man is just being principled! Don't you understand the meaning of principle?"

"Can integrity be eaten?" Meng Yaya shook his hand. "Come on, let's go home and eat meat. My mom made you something delicious. If you dare to leave any food, I'll have Black Wind bite your butt."

Lin Wanrou, who had been standing to the side, finally couldn't hold back any longer.

She stepped forward, said nothing, and directly took the heavy canvas bag from Sun Shouzhen's arms.

Sun Shouzhen instinctively tried to dodge, but when he saw it was Lin Wanrou, he released his grip.

"Master, let's go home." Lin Wanrou's tears fell in a steady stream, her voice choked with sobs.

The word "Master" made Sun Shouzhen tremble.

He had no children and spent several years in that cannibalistic place, thinking he would rot in the mud for the rest of his life.

Unexpectedly, even in his old age, he still had a home waiting for him.

"What are you crying for! So dejected!" Sun Shouzhen said sternly, wiping his face haphazardly with his sleeve. "Come on! Let's go home! This old man has been craving your braised pork for ages!"

Gu Changfeng opened the back door of the jeep.

Black Wind poked its big head out of the car, barked at Sun Shouzhen, and wagged its tail rapidly.

"Look, even a dog is fatter than you." Sun Shouzhen pointed at Hei Feng, then looked at his own thin arms and legs, and said indignantly.

Meng Yaya pushed him into the car: "That's right, our Heifeng is a government employee. You'll be under my care from now on, and I'll make sure you're a fat old man in a month."

The jeep started up, leaving a wisp of smoke, and carried the old man and the three young men, rumbling towards the military compound.

Inside the car, Sun Shouzhen gripped the door handle tightly, watching the scenery rushing past the window, his gaze gradually shifting from wary to calm.

The car stopped at the entrance of the abandoned warehouse.

Sun Shouzhen stared in disbelief at the spacious and bright brick houses.

"This is……"

"This is your new battlefield." Gu Changfeng turned off the engine, turned around and smiled, "Old Sun, the best sunny room in the backyard has been reserved for you. From now on, I will only recognize you as the doctor sitting in the front hall."

Sun Shouzhen got out of the car and stood at the gate, his back slowly straightening.

He smelled it.

There was a faint medicinal aroma in the air, along with the overpowering aroma of meat wafting from the kitchen.

This is the essence of everyday life.

It was also the breath of Sun Shouzhen that came back to life.

"Fine." Sun Shouzhen stomped his patched-up canvas shoe on the ground, letting out an extremely arrogant snort. "Since you've begged so sincerely, this old man will reluctantly come out of retirement to keep things under control for you!"

Meng Yaya rolled her eyes.

Keep pretending.

Who was it that had their stomach growling like thunder in the car just now?