What Do You Think About Me Staying Here?

After both sides calmed down, Uncle Wang then sent over the mercenary leader's contact information.

The call has ended.

I'm going to sleep.

Wang Yongzhi returned the phone to his daughter, Xiaoman, who ran back to her bedroom, closed the door, yawned, and couldn't hide her weariness. After learning that Kang Jinzhu had been rescued, the tension she had been holding in completely relaxed.

She said, "Remember to call me—but don't put it on speakerphone."

"Okay, go to sleep."

After hanging up the phone, Kang De turned around and saw his father giving him a knowing smile that all men understand.

He rolled his eyes and said, "What are you laughing at?"

Papa Kang's smile held a deeper meaning, "Hurry up and seize the opportunity. How long are you going to continue like this?"

Kang De turned back and muttered, "None of your business."

"How can it not concern me? It's rare to find a girl who's both well-known, kind, and good-looking. Tell me, besides her, who else do you know?"

"Shut up, you talk too much. Is this the time to talk about this kind of thing?"

Damn it, don't underestimate me. I'll go back to that other world someday, take some pictures, and scare you to death.

Kang De added the mercenary leader on WeChat.

The exchange between the two sides was simple and efficient.

After all, they weren't familiar with each other, and this was in the chaotic and war-torn Comora region, where they had recently experienced a thrilling and intense chase. For the mercenary leader, wariness outweighed curiosity.

This is especially true of Kang De.

His father was still in the car; it wasn't time to let loose. He didn't want to take his father around too much, as that was too dangerous. It would be better to get him to a completely safe place as soon as possible.

"What are you going to do with those two Western journalists who filmed you?"

Seeing that his son had avoided the previous topic, Kang Jinzhu became serious.

The incident of being filmed is neither a major nor a minor matter.

He said seriously, "If we examine this matter closely, it's not a trivial matter. Your rescue of me isn't an isolated incident; it's connected to many other issues. You rescued me, but you sent the others back to the embassy. The embassy reports to the country, and then they ask me about it later. What am I supposed to say?"

At this point, a look of worry flashed across the father's face. "This war is a covert scheme by the France government. Once it's reported, it will definitely become a power struggle at the level of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council. Many things are fine if we don't investigate them deeply, but if the country is determined to investigate, many things won't stand up to scrutiny..."

Kang De, on the other hand, didn't care.

He casually said, "I had those guys confiscate and destroy their equipment, and then compensate them with a couple hundred thousand yuan. I think that should be enough. Don't worry too much. It's really nothing serious. The government will find out, and things will work themselves out."

He watched the video carefully and recalled the previous chase. Throughout, although his fighting prowess was incredibly cool, super Dior-like, incredibly fierce, and incredible, it was still within the realm of human perception.

Drifting to dodge RPGs, leaping and shooting... these are things that humans can theoretically do. They are rare, but far from being earth-shattering. Countries may be surprised, but there are levels of surprise.

For example, when government officials saw the exciting car chase scene involving Kang De, their level of surprise was merely something like, "Wow, that's intense! Where did this amazing person come from?"

However, if in that battle, Kang De had used the Flying Thunder God Technique, which utilizes the White Mist Space, and demonstrated his ability to cast spells, transform into an Autobots, and even unleash Dou Qi slash to send an armored vehicle flying, then the relevant departments' level of astonishment would immediately change to "Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, what the hell is this?"

The former and the latter are worlds apart in terms of level, and the national responses to them are also quite different.

So don't panic.

Papa Kang was clearly not as relaxed as him; the older generation understood the principle of making a fortune quietly. "No, I don't trust foreigners, and I don't trust mercenaries. We need to go find them now, inspect them ourselves, then have a good talk with those two Western journalists, come up with a plan, and also discuss it with your Uncle Wang to try and come up with a good idea that will please everyone."

Kang De shook his head and said, "No need, let's get you to a safe place first."

Letting the country know some clues... isn't necessarily a bad thing.

Djibouti has a China overseas support base, and the People's People's Liberation Army there will certainly protect its own citizens. But if you want the leading officers at the base to take it extremely seriously and protect Papa Kang with the highest level of security, then Kang De needs to do something... or demonstrate something.

Although I'm not ready for that yet, there's nothing I can do about it.

This upheaval involves behemoths at the level of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council. They are willing to wage a war of annihilation for the contents of the tomb, so what is killing one person to silence them?

Papa Kang pondered for a moment, then his expression changed. "You want to surrender yourself to the country in exchange for my protection?"

Kang De shook his head and said, "It wasn't that bad; it was just appropriate and cautious contact, and reaching some consensus."

"No, this is too hasty. You need to think it over carefully."

Kang Jinzhu considered the matter more cautiously and thoroughly. "I'm not saying you shouldn't serve your country... Although as your father, I hope you can live a peaceful, fulfilling, and beautiful life, I won't stop you if you want to do something for this country. However, I don't want you to make this decision hastily because of us. This matter is too important; you must think it through carefully, son."

Kang De said calmly, "It's nothing."

"Something's wrong!"

Kang Jinzhu grabbed his son's shoulder and said sternly, "Listen to me, it doesn't have to come to this. There are other ways—don't be impatient! Although I don't have your abilities, I've at least lived more than you by twenty years! Don't treat me like a burden! I'm your father!"

The father and son looked at each other, and after a moment, Kang De softened his tone. "What method?"

Kang Jinzhu breathed a sigh of relief, "Now we need to meet up with those mercenaries. We need to see what those reporters actually filmed, and we also need to question and examine them in detail!"

Kang De pondered for a moment, shook his head, but still used WeChat to inquire about the location and obtained the information.

By waving the phone in front of the car's dashboard, the Humvee turned and drove off in another direction.

Kang De asked, "So, what are your plans?"

"The fighting ability you displayed on the street earlier suggests you're still a normal person. After all, no one saw you smash through two ceilings and throw a grown man against a wall, almost collapsing it... In other words, even if the video gets leaked, you're still a normal person."

Kang Jinzhu calmly said, "It just so happens that the mercenaries your Uncle Wang hired are still here and participated in the battle. Your Uncle Wang is a retired soldier with official connections. Not only the government, but also external forces can find out about this. Why not take advantage of this and stir up trouble..."

Kang De listened carefully, then asked, "What do you intend to do?"

"Little Bob has something to hide, and so does France! They're doing something shady, so they're feeling guilty. What they fear most is having their conspiracy discovered, and the other four permanent members sending people to disrupt their plans and throw their scheme into chaos!"

Kang Jinzhu became increasingly convinced of the story. "Therefore, those with guilty consciences and paranoia wouldn't believe that a young man could travel from China across half the globe to Comora just to rescue his father, and then sweep through the enemy ranks with unstoppable force, easily defeating battle-hardened mercenaries. To accomplish such a feat single-handedly is, logically speaking, almost impossible..."

"Therefore, they will be puzzled, uneasy, and will try to find an explanation for this absurd fact."

"Then we'll give them an explanation that will only make them more afraid and convinced of its truth!"

"The explanation is simple: the 'China threat' theory is ingrained in the bones of these Westerners! Let's make them believe that you have the support of the Republic!"

"As for the government, we'll try to downplay your role in this matter, and make the government believe that you accomplished this with the help and support of those mercenaries. In short, we need to downplay your extraordinary personal abilities. This is the most difficult part, but it's not impossible!"

Kang Jinzhu rubbed his temples. "First, we need to make sure that video doesn't get leaked. We can even use those videos... First, we need to meet those two reporters..."

He opened his bloodshot eyes and muttered to himself.

Kang De sighed silently, feeling that his father's plan might be difficult to implement.

The things he did to save his father were far more outrageous and exaggerated than his father could have imagined.

But...

He shook his head and said, "You should get some sleep first. This matter isn't urgent."

Kang Jinzhu snapped out of her reverie, glanced at him, and said calmly, "It's nothing. More than resting, I want my son to know that having superpowers doesn't mean he can disregard his old man!"

Kang De paused for a moment, then laughed.

Kang Jinzhu retorted angrily, "What are you laughing at! I'm your father. If you have something to do, why don't you tell me, discuss it with me, or ask me for help? What kind of behavior is that?"

Well, how should I put it?

Hearing my father say that...

Although there was the war in another world, Goth's urgent need for rescue, the conspiracy of the Fr*nce governments, and the various powerful weapons they wanted to obtain... oh no, borrow, they didn't know how to tell their father about these things, and they also felt that their father probably couldn't be of much help.

But I was still very happy to hear my father say that.

He pretended to drive while smiling and saying, "I can ask you for help with anything?"

Kang Jinzhu said, "Of course it's reasonable! I can do it! As for helping you find a girlfriend, that's beyond my ability! Even if you collected Seven Dragon Balls, it wouldn't help!"

The usual father-son banter ensued.

But this time Kang De did not retaliate.

"Honestly..."

He gazed ahead as the car bumped along. The Comora region remained an endless wasteland; he hadn't seen any decent towns or settlements along the way, neither near nor far.

This is Africa, a land of dwindling hope, desolate, backward, and scarred.

It's probably the most unsuitable place for human habitation, yet it's home to many people.

It was filled with war, plague, death, and famine.

But for Kang De, this place, with its disorder, chaos, lawlessness, frequent wars, and unbridled behavior, might have been a good fit for him, allowing him to do things that were inconvenient to do at home.

He didn't turn his head, but kept looking straight ahead, speaking as if it were a joke.

"What do you think, me staying here?"

"I want to buy a piece of land, set up a company, sell gold, jewelry, ornaments, medicine, or other things, and also buy things for self-defense, expand my influence, do more things, buy more land, build here, develop here, expand here... If I want to do this, can you help me?"

Kang Jinzhu was first surprised, then horrified.

But as he looked at his son, that familiar face held no ambition, no desire for control, and though his eyes were somewhat unfamiliar, they remained clear, untainted by bloodshed and power.

He asked, "Why would you think that? This place is really not suitable for living. You'll find it very difficult to adjust. Not only that, you're not going home? What will happen to Xiaoman and your mother?"

Kang De said, "There's a way to do that, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Humvee suddenly braked. Kang De was startled at first, then his expression immediately changed.

Kang Jinzhu was almost shaken. "What's wrong?"

A chilling, murderous look returned to Kang De's eyes.

Gunshots.

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PS1: Third update, 3500 words! Heh heh, I did it! Where are the votes! Where are the razor blades! Give me all of them!