Devouring the starry sky, the clone evolves into a primordial behemoth.

Chapter 14 Going Home

Kyoto base city, Luoyang, the old city industrial dormitory building.

Around 8 p.m., every household was brightly lit, and some elderly people and children could be seen taking walks and strolling in the open space downstairs.

A couple in their fifties, dressed in oil-stained workshop work clothes, dragged their weary steps toward their dormitory.

"Old Chen, could you massage my shoulder? It's starting to hurt again." The woman stopped and rubbed her shoulder, her face pale.

The man stood behind the woman and helped by pounding her a couple of times, then pressed down, "Here? Or here?"

"It hurts a little, ouch. Be gentle, don't you men are heavy-handed?"

"I told you not to go to work, but you wouldn't listen. Now you're complaining of aches and pains all over the place." The man was clearly a little angry, but this anger seemed more like anger at his own incompetence. His wife was riddled with illnesses but still insisted on going to work. If he were capable, why would he have to do this?

The woman knew her husband's temper, so she wasn't angry. She just sighed and said, "Our son is growing up, and he doesn't have a stable job. He'll need money to get married and have children in the future, right? While I can still work, I'll work a few more years to save some money for him."

The man fell silent, his already hunched back becoming even more bent.

"Sister Shen, you're just getting off work now?" A well-off woman who was playing with her grandson by the roadside saw the couple and greeted them.

"Yes, I worked a bit late today, and Sister Zhao brought her grandson out to play again," the woman replied with a kind smile.

Sister Zhao feigned helplessness and said, "Yes, our eldest son became a deputy factory director, and he's busy to death all day long, so he leaves the kids to me to take care of."

"You mean a deputy factory manager who oversees dozens of people? His salary is decent, but how can he be that busy every day? I really don't understand."

The woman forced a smile and praised Sister Zhao's son for his ability and competence. Sister Zhao was about to ask where the Chen family's son worked when Old Chen, standing nearby, urged her with a stern face:

"Let's go, let's go back quickly to take a shower and have dinner."

They could easily tell that Sister Zhao was deliberately showing off and trying to belittle their son. The two families had been neighbors for a long time and knew each other's personalities very well.

Just then—

"Grandma, look! An airplane!" A child playing nearby suddenly pointed to the sky and shouted.

"Stop yelling, where did this place come from..." Sister Zhao's words came to an abrupt halt, and the people strolling around in twos and threes all looked up.

Mr. and Mrs. Chen also looked up at the sky. With a slight buzzing sound, a large armed helicopter with flashing lights hovered above their heads in the night sky.

The rotor blades vibrated slightly, as if they were still, and compared to a regular helicopter, the noise was so small as to be almost negligible.

The helicopter quickly found an open space and landed, instantly causing a stir throughout the industrial dormitory area. Everyone poked their heads out to watch, and many people even ran downstairs to see what was going on.

Wow~

The hatch opened, and a group of special forces soldiers dressed in uniform combat gear and equipped with standardized equipment emerged and quickly spread out to the surrounding area, establishing a state of alert.

Even an ordinary person could see that these soldiers were terrifying; each one was like a cold machine, exuding strict discipline and a sense of oppression.

"Who's this important person? Such a grand entrance! Does our shabby little place even have such dignitaries?"

Just as everyone was speculating about who was in the cabin, a tall figure in military uniform walked out of the cabin. Everyone looked closely and realized that he was a stranger and did not recognize him.

Then another tall young man came out, also in military uniform, equally imposing. Everyone rushed to look, but still didn't recognize him.

"Hey? Isn't that our Xiao Mo?" A couple of inconspicuous workers in the crowd were also watching the commotion. When they saw the young man walking out from behind, the woman surnamed Shen suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

"Don't talk nonsense, how could that be... Hmm, you know what, it does look a bit like it." Old Chen also showed a hint of doubt.

Sister Zhao chuckled and said sarcastically:

"Old Chen, you two must have gotten confused at work. That person looks like a big shot. How could it be your honest and simple Chen Mo?"

The woman did not refute, because the tall young man in front of them had already looked at them, and the next moment he appeared in front of them like a phantom.

"Mom! Dad!" Chen Mo's eyes immediately reddened when he saw the oil stains on his parents' work clothes. A thousand words stuck in his throat, and in the end, he could only say, "From now on, your son will never let you suffer again."

That evening, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chen Yuanpei and his wife Shen Yu were picked up by their son in a helicopter, reportedly to be taken to the main city of Beijing to live in a large villa and enjoy a good life.

From then on, Sister Zhao never had a happy day again.

……

The person who helped Chen Mo move in the helicopter was Song Yanchen from the Song family of the Luoyang Military Region. He was a colonel who was only 24 years old and had reached the level of a mid-level general. He was very famous in the Luoyang Military Region.

The moving was naturally handled by his subordinates. Chen Mo settled his parents in the most luxurious five-star hotel in downtown Luoyang. After watching them finish their meal and go to rest, he accepted Young Master Song's invitation to go out for drinks.

There was no way around it; Luoyang was practically Song's territory, and he had to do his duty as host, so Chen Mo couldn't refuse.

It must be said that Song Yanchen is quite a character. As the eldest son of the Song family, he has none of the spoiled air of a typical young master. Instead, he is just like his father, Song Tianying, with the air of a soldier. He is generous and unconcerned with trivial matters.

After meeting Chen Mo for the first time, she immediately recognized him as her brother-in-law, and calling him "brother-in-law" made Chen Mo feel extremely happy.

The banquet was arranged at Deshenglou, the most famous restaurant in Luoyang. It is a retro-style restaurant full of antique charm, and its dishes cover all types before the Great Nirvana. There is nothing you can't eat, only things you can't imagine.

The fact that such a restaurant could be opened in the city center, where land is incredibly valuable, speaks volumes about the background and strength of its owner. Rumor has it that the restaurant has a close relationship with the Song family of Beijing.

Many upper-class people in the city like to gather here, as it is a symbol of status. Even seats in the lobby on the first floor are often reserved and require queuing.

Right now, in the lobby on the first floor, near the window, a group of young people around eighteen or nineteen years old are having a meal together. From their conversation, it can be seen that this is a classmate reunion, and the person who organized this gathering is the young man named Yan Zhen, who is sitting in the very center.

"I never expected that only a year after graduation, the class reunion would only have us as the main participants," one of the short, chubby male classmates sighed.

"Everyone's busy with their own things, they probably don't have time," another frail-looking girl replied.

"What do you mean you don't have time? I think you're just not doing so well and are too embarrassed to come." The others also chimed in with their opinions.

"I heard that some people think Deshenglou is too expensive and are unwilling to split the bill. They don't even realize that if it weren't for Young Master Yan, they wouldn't be able to book a table at Deshenglou even with the money."

"That's true. Most of the people who didn't come today either didn't do well on their exams or didn't go to university at all. They don't have the money to spend in places like this. Do you guys remember Chen Mo? The honest guy, he didn't get into university and now he seems to be doing hard labor in the main city."

"Sigh, let's not talk about those unimportant people, it's pointless. Young Master Yan is really awesome, he got the location of Deshenglou with just one phone call."

"That's right, Young Master Yan is awesome! Come on, everyone, let's toast Young Master Yan!"

Everyone toasted Yan Shao, and Yan Zhen, as the key figure, responded with a smile, showing no signs of being a spoiled young master. His demeanor was truly admirable.

This is the first update. There will be another update later. The transitional plot will end soon, and we will enter the wilderness area. Thank you for your support!

(End of this chapter)