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"Brother Bao, who are we here to pick up?"

As the car slowly came to a stop in front of Stanley, Fly couldn't help but ask.

"Fly, is that even a question? Of course, Brother Bao is here to pick up Feng Yuxiu!" Tian Yangsheng, in the passenger seat, blurted out without thinking.

When Wu Ying heard Feng Yuxiu's name, he finally remembered this person.

The fly stroked his chin: "Brother Bao, I'm a little confused?"

"What can't you figure out?"

"What qualifications does Feng Yuxiu have to make you personally come to pick him up?"

Dong Tianbao didn't speak, but instead gestured towards Tian Yangsheng with his lips.

Seeing this, Tian Yangsheng glanced at Wu Ying and smiled knowingly. "What do you know? Brother Bao has his reasons for doing things. I think you've been asking for trouble lately."

Fly shrank back and chuckled awkwardly, "That's not what I meant... I just felt that with Brother Bao's current status, wasn't it a bit too much of an honor for him to personally come and pick me up?"

Dong Tianbao slowly pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, handed one to each of the two men, lit one for himself, took a deep drag, and exhaled. "Although there are many people abroad, there aren't enough experts to oversee things. With him here, our territory can be expanded by a factor of two."

Most importantly, he can also train a group of thugs abroad.

The fly shut its mouth after hearing this.

Feng Yuxiu walked out of the bag, holding a document bag in his hand.

Dong Tianbao got out of the car and called out softly to Feng Yuxiu, "Axiu!"

Feng Yuxiu looked in the direction of the sound and saw Dong Tianbao. He was stunned for a moment, then smiled and walked quickly toward him.

Just as he reached Dong Tianbao's side, Feng Yuxiu suddenly knelt down.

Dong Tianbao reacted quickly and stopped him, "Axiu, what are you doing?"

Feng Yuxiu was horrified when he realized he couldn't kneel down. He had been practicing martial arts every day in prison and his strength had improved considerably, but he never expected that he wouldn't be able to kneel down.

He had no choice but to stand up straight, then take a step back and bow deeply. "Mr. Dong, I will never forget your great kindness. From now on, my life belongs to you."

Dong Tianbao knew that Feng Yuxiu was thanking him for taking care of his wife and for the lawsuit.

"Alright, now that Ashu is with me, he's like family. Come on, get in the car! This isn't the place to chat. Let's get you to the hospital first, then I'll treat you to a welcome-back dinner."

"Yes!" Feng Yuxiu nodded heavily and got into the car with Dong Tianbao.

Just as Dong Tianbao's convoy disappeared at the Stanley intersection, the iron gate slowly opened again.

A tall, stern-faced man walked out.

He was wearing a faded dark shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing his strong and well-defined muscles.

Unlike Feng Yuxiu's sinister and sharp ruthlessness, this person was like a heavy sword sheathed, heavy, steady, and suppressing murderous intent.

That's right, it's Xiahou Wu.

He stood at the doorway, squinting at the sky, as if adjusting to the light outside.

I haven't seen such sunshine in three years. The air is filled with the salty smell of the sea and the scorching heat of car exhaust, a world apart from the musty, rusty smell of the prison.

He raised his hand to shield his eyes from the light; there was an old scar on his wrist that turned white in the sunlight.

Suddenly, a black van stopped beside him, and two men in suits and sunglasses got out.

Xiahou Wu glanced at it, ignored it, and walked towards the bus stop.

"Mr. Xiahou Wu."

The window of the van rolled down, revealing a face wearing a wide-brimmed hat.

Beneath the brim of his hat were a pair of extremely bright eyes, a smile playing on his lips, and a slow, deliberate voice with a slight rolled "r" sound.

"Someone wants to see you. Would you do me the honor?"

Xiahou Wu stopped and turned his head to look. A woman's hand reached out from the car window; her fingers were long and slender, and her nails were painted dark red.

She took off her hat, revealing a strikingly mixed-race face with deep-set eyes, high cheekbones, and thin, sharp lips.

He wasn't very old, but the aura he exuded made him look like someone who gave orders.

The person who arrived was Clara.

Xiahou Wu frowned, thought carefully, and couldn't recall ever seeing this person before.

"Do you know me?" Xiahou Wu asked.

Clara smiled, revealing her pearly white teeth.

"Mr. Xiahou, please don't worry about it. This is our first meeting. But you should know him!"

Clara then took out a photograph.

The moment Xiahou Wu's gaze fell on the photograph, he felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head.

The photo shows a foreigner in his fifties with short, gray hair, a hooked nose, and a faint, mocking smile on his lips.

He was dressed in plainclothes with a police badge on his waist, and the background was the entrance of the Wan Chai Police Station.

Xiahou Wu would recognize that face even if it turned to ashes.

Five years ago, this was the same person who orchestrated a scheme that led to his accidental killing of someone.

That foreigner's name is Thompson, and he was the chief instructor at the Wong Chuk Hang Police Academy in the Southern District of Hong Kong Island back then.

"What's your relationship with him?" Xiahou Wu's voice turned cold, carrying a pent-up anger that had been suppressed for five years.

Upon hearing this, Clara's smile widened, as if she had heard something that particularly appealed to her.

"Relationship? No relationship." She took out a slender women's cigarette from her handbag, and a man in a suit immediately came over to light it.

She took a drag, the smoke from which was dispersed by the sea breeze. "I just don't like him."

Xiahou Wu stared at her without saying a word.

Clara found Xiahou Wu interesting and exhaled another puff of smoke: "I want you to help me train a group of people, and your junior sister and fiancée, Shan Ying, has already agreed."

Xiahou Wu's pupils suddenly contracted.

"What did you say?"

Clara held the cigarette between her fingers, her expression as content as a cat basking in the sun. "I'm telling you," she said, "Shan Ying has already agreed. As long as you sign, Thompson will be yours, and you and your husband will get a hefty instructor's fee!"

"Don't worry, all I need is for you to help me train talent. I won't let you do anything immoral! All of this can be written into the contract."

Xiahou Wu stared at Clara for a long time, as if trying to discern the truth from her face.

She paused for a moment, then added, "Your junior sister should have told you that she runs a martial arts school, right? While you were in jail, she single-handedly kept the school afloat, teaching and taking on gigs. What do you think she did for five years?"

Xiahou Wu remained silent.

"She held on for five years so that you would have a home to return to after you got out." Clara's voice suddenly became serious, and her cynical attitude subsided a bit. "Xiahou Wu, I know what you're thinking."

You want revenge, you want to personally vent your anger on Thompson. He's already been placed in a warehouse; you can go and take your revenge anytime. But before you take revenge, you need to ensure that the people around you can live in peace.

She handed him the contract and pen again and placed them in front of him.

"Sign it. You'll use the money to support your family, and you can choose to take revenge yourself. Of course, whether you fight or kill is your decision. Even if you let him go, I can guarantee he won't cause you any more trouble!"

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