The five-and-a-half-year-old baby doctor comes to the city to cure those who refuse to listen.

The young man in the photo has very white teeth when he smiles.

The crescent-shaped jade pendant hanging on his chest shone brightly in the sunlight.

Chu Chen's gaze changed in that instant.

Those eyes, which always carried a hint of laziness and mischief, suddenly changed, revealing turbulent emotions.

The room was eerily quiet.

"Young friend, do you recognize this person?"

The old man's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

Chu Chen remained silent.

He stretched out his chubby little finger but didn't touch the photo; instead, he touched the jade pendant from a distance.

Those few seconds felt like an eternity.

The falcon standing at the door felt its back was soaked with sweat.

He had never seen the leader speak to anyone in such a tone, nor had he ever seen this little tyrant have such a calm expression.

Just when Falcon thought the eerie silence would continue, Chu Chen suddenly grinned.

That smile was dazzlingly bright, as if the previous deep expression had never existed.

"I don't know him."

He shook his head decisively.

Then he pointed to the jade pendant in the photo and asked with a straight face.

"But this jade looks quite valuable. Since you've given me the photo, does that mean it's mine now?"

"..."

The falcon nearly crashed to the ground.

How does this brain circuit work?

The old man's hand, which was holding the teacup, also paused.

He looked at Chu Chen's little face, which was filled with "I want it, I want it," and after several seconds, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"You flatter me, young friend."

He took the photos back and put them back in the brown paper bag, seemingly not intending to continue the conversation.

"This thing is old and not worth much."

The old man sat up straight again and pushed the red document bag containing the land deed for the western suburbs garden in front of Chu Chen.

"This is the garden you wanted before; all the formalities have been completed."

He paused, then changed the subject.

"The country can give you things, but you must also contribute to the country."

"We have a newly established department called the 'Special Affairs Investigation Bureau,' which specializes in handling matters that science cannot explain. I would like to ask you, young friend, to lend your name and serve as an advisor."

The old man spoke very casually, as if he were talking about something as trivial as eating or drinking.

"From now on, you belong to the country. The country will provide you with the greatest support for your safety and your research."

Chu withdrew his gaze from the brown paper bag.

He didn't even glance at the red file folder.

He started rummaging through his pants pocket, which was stuffed with all sorts of random things.

He took out a colorful marble and threw it away.

He took out a half-eaten candied hawthorn, thought for a moment, and then put it back.

Finally, he pulled out a White Rabbit milk candy wrapped in transparent candy paper.

He clumsily tried to tear the candy wrapper with his two little hands, but couldn't tear it open for a long time, and his little face turned red.

The old man and the falcon just watched as he struggled with a piece of candy.

With a "rip," the candy wrapper was finally torn open.

Chu Chen stuffed the milk candy into his mouth, and a small puff immediately appeared on his cheek.

He spoke indistinctly.

"Uncle, you've got something wrong."

The old man's warm smile remained unchanged as he patiently asked.

"What is it?"

Chu Chen chewed hard twice and swallowed the candy in his mouth.

He raised his head, his clear black and white eyes looking quietly at the old man.

In that instant, the innocence and childishness that belonged to a five-year-old child vanished completely from him.

Instead, there is a vastness and desolation that seems to have settled from the ages.

"I'm here to collaborate, not to look for a job."

His voice was still childish, but every word was like a pebble hitting the silent room.

The temperature inside the room seemed to drop several degrees suddenly.

Falcon felt like his scalp was about to explode.

This little brat... does he even know who he's talking to?

"Trying to control me?"

Chu Chen scoffed, his young face full of sarcasm that belied his age.

"Your temple is too small to contain such a great Buddha as me. Open up your perspective, old man."

"presumptuous!"

A low growl, suppressing his anger, burst from the falcon's throat.

A powerful aura erupted from him and surged straight towards Chu Chen.

At the same time, from all sides of the house, on the roof beams, and behind the screens, several even more powerful and colder killing intents, like an invisible giant net, instantly locked onto Chu Chen.

The air was compressed, producing a slight popping sound.

The teacups on the table moved on their own without any wind, the lids and bodies colliding and making a soft "click-clack" sound.

Any martial arts master here would probably collapse instantly under this combined pressure.

Chu Chen, however, seemed oblivious.

He didn't even glance at Falcon.

He simply looked down at the torn, thin candy wrapper in his hand.

He placed the candy wrapper between two fingers and rubbed it between them.

Then, point forward and flick it casually.

"call out!"

A sharp, even piercing, sound suddenly rang out.

The sound wasn't like something flying out; it was more like an invisible needle suddenly piercing a taut balloon.

The tiny candy wrapper turned to dust the moment it flew out.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud came from the roof beam, as if something heavy had fallen.

"Well!"

From behind the screen came a suppressed groan of pain.

The falcon's momentum as it charged toward Chu Chen vanished instantly in mid-air, as if it had hit an invisible wall.

The miniature communicator he was wearing in his ear emitted a piercing shriek before falling completely silent.

He subconsciously raised his hand and touched his ear.

A warm, moist sensation came from my fingertips.

He looked at it and saw a glaring red color.

blood.

The killing intent that had been locking onto Chu Chen from all directions vanished without a trace at the same time, like smoke scattered by a strong wind.

The room fell silent once more.

A deathly silence.

The falcon froze on the spot, not daring to move, cold sweat sliding down its forehead and cheeks.

The smile on the old man's face finally disappeared.

His deep eyes were fixed on Chu Chen, and there was an unprecedented solemnity in the depths of his eyes.

He slowly raised his hand and gently waved it towards the air.

The hidden presences receded like the tide.

"I was being presumptuous."

The old man spoke slowly, his voice no longer carrying the previous warmth and probing, but only a pure, equal solemnity.

He re-examined the five-year-old child in front of him.

This is no longer a question of whether it can be controlled.

This is an immeasurable entity that could explode at any moment.

"it is good."

The old man uttered a single word.

"cooperate."

He pushed the red file folder in front of Chu Chen again.

This time, his actions carried a sense of delivery.

"This is the deposit."

Chu Chen glanced at the file folder, his little nose twitched, and a look of disgust appeared on his face.

He slowly slid off the chair and walked over to the old man.

"The deposit is too small; it doesn't show enough sincerity."

He stretched out a chubby little hand and laid it out in front of the old man.

"If you want to cooperate, you'll have to pay more."

The old man looked at the chubby little hand spread out in front of him and remained silent for a moment.

Then, he slowly began to speak.

Tell me your conditions.