I'm dressed up as a fake young master, and the real young master is frantically begging me to s

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of the Niu family's house in Kaoshantun.

"Um, my phone's dead. Could you come inside with me, sir...?"

Before Niu Dali could finish speaking, and before he could even close the passenger door, the car had already made a quick U-turn on the spot.

Then, the driver floored the accelerator and sped away.

Niu Dali blinked, staring incredulously at the departing taxi.

"No, what does he mean? Why didn't he take the money?"

Niu Bo's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something, and he said seriously:

"I understand. He specifically identified himself as Old Deng, so he didn't dare accept the money."

Upon hearing this, Niu Dali unconsciously puffed out his chest and nodded in strong agreement.

"Well, I've been following my older brother for decades, after all."

In this underworld, everyone has to give you face, there's nothing wrong with that!

At this moment, Niu Bo frowned: "Not necessarily! Maybe he recognized my identity as the Thirteen Young Masters of Northeast China."

After all, we've been pretty arrogant these past few years; who wouldn't tremble in fear when they see us!

Little did they know, the taxi driver, who had already gone far from Kaoshantun, was wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Damn, today is really a bad day."

I thought I'd landed a big job, but who knew I'd run into a few weirdos.

I'm already so old, and I still got targeted. They even made me go inside with them. I don't even know if I'll make it out alive.

Next time, I'll definitely take jobs outside the detention center, no matter where I am. What bad luck!

Meanwhile, Niu Dali and his son were still arguing about whose identity the driver had recognized.

"Old Deng, don't flatter yourself. Your ideas are from the old days."

"Besides Uncle Zhou, who else in the underworld remembers you old guys who started out together back then?"

"Get lost, you little brat who hasn't even grown a beard yet, what kind of name do you have?"

"If it weren't for the reputation of us older generation protecting you, you bunch of bastards would have had your ribs broken and be lying on the ground groaning!"

"You're wrong!"

"You're wrong!"

"..."

For a moment, the father and son argued so fiercely that their faces turned red and their necks bulged.

"Do you think there's a possibility that the driver recognized me, the King of Mercenaries?" Long Ao grinned as he spoke.

The father and son turned around simultaneously and said in unison, "Get lost!"

Long Ao didn't mind.

His biggest worry right now was his sister's situation, so he said:

"You two, stop talking nonsense and take me to visit Young Master Zhou."

However, Niu Dali seemed not to hear him and walked straight towards his own yard.

Seeing this, Long Ao immediately became anxious: "No, what do you mean? Didn't you promise to take me to see Young Master Zhou?"

Niu Dali paused, turned around and glanced at him: "I did say that, but I didn't say now."

The world is vast, but nothing is more important than my parents. I've been in detention for several days, so I need to go back and let them know I'm safe.

If you're in a hurry, just ask around yourself; just follow this road straight ahead.

After saying that, he left without looking back.

"Xiao Bo..." Long Ao was about to say something when Niu Bo's voice rang out.

"I also need to let Grandpa and Grandma know I'm safe. You can ask around yourself."

He left a message and hurriedly walked into the courtyard.

"Damn, you two are the only ones who are filial!" Long Ao muttered to himself, and strode forward.

The last time he came, he was so focused on running away that he didn't pay attention to the village's environment.

But now, looking around, he was shocked to find that not only were the houses in Kaoshantun beautifully renovated, but the air was also exceptionally fresh.

This place lacks the hustle and bustle of big cities, yet it offers a sense of comfort.

"This place is perfect for my lazy nature. I'll ask the village chief when I get the chance, and I'll have to build a house here someday."

Holy crap, where's that smell coming from?

Long Ao sniffed hard and could actually smell the aroma of roasted lamb in the air.

He quickened his pace, his eyes scanning rapidly along both sides of the road.

Suddenly, his gaze fixed on a courtyard with its gate wide open, thirty meters ahead.

Wow, this is what they call living!

Although it's a bit cold, grilling some meat is really satisfying.

I'll go ask around and see if I can get a piece of meat, hehe~~

He chuckled foolishly, swung his arms, and ran forward.

As soon as Long Ao ran to the door of that house, he saw a handsome young man standing in front of the barbecue grill.

He casually sprinkled seasonings onto the roasted lamb, the lamb fat dripping down the leg onto the charcoal fire, instantly releasing an even stronger aroma.

Long Ao stared intently at the whole roasted lamb, unconsciously swallowing hard.

There was nothing he could do; after five days inside, his mouth was practically tasteless.

These days, seeing roasted lamb is like a man who has been single for forty years getting excited when he sees a beautiful woman taking off her clothes.

Seemingly sensing something, Zhou Shijin looked up towards the gate and met Long Ao's infatuated gaze.

He stared blankly for a few seconds, then his expression changed drastically: "What are you looking at?"

Seeing that the other person's expression turned cold, Long Ao did not reply with the classic line, "What are you looking at?"

Instead, he smiled politely at the other person and said, "Handsome, don't misunderstand, I'm just asking you for directions."

Hearing the other party say this, Zhou Shijin's expression softened considerably.

It seems he was overthinking things. For a moment, he thought the man was being misled by his handsome appearance and had wicked thoughts.

"Okay, go ahead and ask. Whose house are you going to?"

Long Ao's gaze unconsciously shifted to the roast lamb, and he hurriedly replied, "I wanted to ask you, how do I get to the roast lamb's place?"

Zhou Shijin gave him a look as if he were an idiot: "What the hell?"

"Shut up!" Long Ao reached out and slapped his lips.

"I'm so sorry, handsome, your cooking is so good, I couldn't resist getting a little hungry, hehe..."

Zhou Shijin: "..."

What's the point of comparing this to raising a pet? Is this a subtle dig at me?

He must be seriously ill; his smile is even more goofy than Iron Head's!

Just then, Long Ao's voice rang out again.

"Excuse me, I'd like to ask where the home of Chow Tai Fook's philanthropist is?"

Upon hearing the question, Zhou Shijin immediately became alert.

His face showed no sign of abnormality; he simply looked at Long Ao with a calm gaze.

"Oh? You're here to visit relatives. What do you need him for?"

"No, no, no!" Long Ao hurriedly waved his hand: "To be honest, I came here to visit because I've heard so much about you."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Shijin's expression turned very strange.

A visit made out of admiration? Why does this person look so familiar? Could it be someone coming to borrow money?

Over the years, my father has done a lot of good deeds, which has attracted many scoundrels to come knocking on his door.

They called it seeking help, but in reality, they were just asking for money.

If it were an honest person, they might actually be morally blackmailed.

Unfortunately, they chose the wrong person, and as a result, they naturally received a lesson in love!

Gathering the jumbled thoughts in his mind, Zhou Shijin took off his gloves and flexed his wrists a few times.

A bright, excited smile spread across his face: "Oh, you're here to borrow money too?"