Deja Vu

Glimmering Sand Castle.

Standing by the window, watching his father and his men leave in a hurry, a shadow crossed Lynch's eyes.

He felt a little uneasy.

Because last night's operation was not a complete success.

No... it can't even be called a victory.

Because all those who died were insignificant nobodys, not a single big fish was caught.

On the contrary, seven or eight knights of their own side were killed or wounded.

The elder brother went to capture Princess Tina. Cleveland and the Cathay Joker are missing. It is said that they were chased by the entire town and fled in a sorry state. According to the little beggar who brought the news, the last thing he saw was Knight Goth being stabbed by Glen's sword, and he saw Knight Glenn and the Cathay Joker fighting together.

When reinforcements arrived, all three men had vanished. The entire alley had been reduced to ruins by the Knight Glenn's Dou Qi arts skills. Based on the final scene and the little beggar's testimony, even if the Knight Glenn was ultimately killed, the Goth People and the Cathayan would inevitably suffer severe injuries, or even die.

But the father led a search party all night and searched for a long time, but they couldn't find any body.

"Maybe it fell into the river or the sea," my father said.

But Lynch could see a hint of unease hidden in his father's eyes.

And Lynch was the same.

Perhaps it was intuition, but the elder brother thought that the Cathayan was nothing more than a liar and Joker. Although the sister said that Kang De was no ordinary person, her intention in poisoning him was more likely to find a new toy. Lynch and Samuel shared the same opinion.

Both father and son felt that this Cathayan was not as incompetent as everyone imagined.

Lynch didn't sleep well last night. When he saw his father leaving in a hurry with his men today, he felt a sudden sense of unease, even though he didn't know what had happened.

Footsteps sounded nearby, and Hannah walked over, asking casually, "What are you looking at?"

Although the fate of Knight Glenn was unknown, and he might have already met with misfortune, there was not a trace of sorrow on the woman's face. Lynch glanced at her and said calmly, "Sister, you should act a little sad, so that those guys who want to be your new guardian knights will realize your kindness and gentleness even more."

Hannah chuckled, "I know, but why pretend in front of my dear brother? I'm actually quite happy. I've long been fed up with that Glen, and I should thank those two, though. It's a bit infuriating that they both ran away. The Goth People are one thing, at least I can have some fun with that Cathayan. After all, I have to witness that arrogant face..."

Lynch frowned, his unease growing. He said, "Even in front of me, you must maintain a facade. The best disguise is to keep it up at all times so you don't give yourself away. Sister, you..."

He suddenly noticed that it was quiet around him, and then turned his head.

Then I saw Hannah's frozen expression.

His eyes held shock, disbelief, and astonishment.

He blinked and chuckled, "My sister's acting is getting better and better..."

But Lynch shut his mouth before he could finish speaking.

He seemed to realize something.

Then my body began to tremble slightly.

Finally, slowly turn your head to the other side and lift it up.

A neat hole had appeared in the ceiling, and a head peeked out from it.

Black hair.

Black eyes.

She was smiling at the siblings.

Then that person jumped down.

With a gentle expression and no hostility, his demeanor was open and unrestrained, as if he were a guest at a good friend's house. He took out a round steel object from behind his back and placed it in front of the door.

Then lock the door.

The thing looked strange, very simple, and poorly made. Lynch had seen something similar before; he had seen it on the hunters who were with him when he went hunting. This thing was called a trap.

Then he smiled and walked away towards the siblings.

In an instant, Lynch's expression turned to one of surprise and disbelief. Then, tears welled up in his eyes, and he said in a trembling voice, "Lord Kang De, I'm so glad you're alright. I'm so sorry, my father..."

The next moment, a sharp wind rushed towards them.

Lynch instinctively raised his arms to block, but an overwhelming force crashed down upon him, and his arms couldn't stop the attack for even a second.

Kang De delivered a powerful whip kick, striking the little boy hard across the face.

The other person's handsome and delicate face was struck head-on by a heavy whip kick. His well-behaved and clever face instantly deformed, turning into a painful, ferocious, and twisted expression. Tears, snot, and blood gushed out. Then, he was kicked against the wall, his face swollen high, and he fell helplessly to the ground.

Lynch's distorted face contorted with extreme pain and rage. All pretense crumbled under the intense agony, and he let out a agonizing scream, "Aa...

"You little rascal, you're quite the actor."

Kang De withdrew his leg and nodded, saying, "But you seem quite sturdy, so I'm relieved."

He turned to look at Hannah.

Hannah's body froze.

And I felt my jaw chattering.

In the past ten years or so, she had never felt anything like this before—fear, terror, shock, not just because this person appeared in front of her, but also because of his smiling face and his actions just now.

She dared not speak, dared not move, dared not do anything.

I dare not beg for mercy, deceive, or curse.

Because the unknown is the greatest fear.

She was terrified that if she said the wrong thing, the other person would kick her like they kicked Lynch, and it would definitely hit her in the face, without any mercy.

The other person's eyes told Hannah that he would definitely do it.

They would not hesitate to destroy her beautiful face.

Because she clearly saw the look in the other person's eyes.

Calm as... like a madman.

An unprecedented fear gripped her mind.

Kang De smiled at her.

Hannah flinched in fright, and even felt a warm rush on her legs.

But Kang De simply raised his hand, held up one finger, put it to his lips, and shushed.

He smiled and said, "Don't rush, don't be afraid, it's not your turn yet."

Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside. Lynch's screams attracted the attention of the servants. They first knocked on the door, then pounded on it, then shouted, and tried to push the door open, but it wouldn't budge.

A moment later, a low shout rang out, "Get out of the way!"

Two loud crashes, like hammers slamming into the door, followed by the smashing of the wooden door. The Good Family's butler rushed in, his body radiating a Dou Qi aura.

At the same time, Kang De raised his shotgun.

The butler, overly concerned for his master, rushed in without looking where he was going and immediately stepped into an animal trap.

Kang De then fired his gun.

The butler felt a sharp pain in his right leg, but his intuition told him that the greatest danger was still imminent. Gunfire erupted, and bullets flew everywhere. The butler swung his longsword to parry, deflecting several bullets, but two still struck his upper body. Although blocked by his Dou Qi, they still caused him a sharp pain.

Kang De had already drawn his axe and charged forward like a tiger.

The steward hastily parried, his longsword being cleaved away by the opponent's axe. Another axe came down, but he remained calm in the face of danger. He shouted loudly, his Dou Qi Inspiration surging forth, and crossed his arms to block the axe blade. A loud, resounding metallic clang echoed—beneath his fine clothes, his arms were actually encased in steel bracers!

"So it was you!"

The butler roared and threw a heavy punch, striking the axe and unleashing a tremendous force.

The enemy was knocked back with a single punch, and the butler swung his fist again—two punches! Three punches!

Kang De retreated step by step, then shouted, "Wow, that's amazing! I'm outta here!"

Another shotgun blast landed, and the butler, now without his longsword, had to dodge to the side. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Kang De retreated swiftly, grabbed Lynch who had fallen to the side, and smashed through the window. "Tell your master I'm taking his kid for a race! It'll be so exciting!"

The butler, his eyes blazing with fury, roared, "Put down the young master!"

He tried to give chase, but his leg injury severely limited his mobility, and he could only watch helplessly as Kang De carried the young master and ran off at full speed. The butler, enduring the pain, chased after them to the window and shouted, "Someone! Quickly inform the master! Get on horseback! Hurry!"

Kang De seemed to hear his voice, and a loud laugh came from afar, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, all your horses are dead! And your mothers are almost here too!"

Sure enough, a moment later, a servant came running in panic, shouting, "Steward! Steward! The horse! The horse! Your horse is dead! All the horses are dead!"

The butler roared, "Then run! Ring the bell! Blow the horn! Anything! Hurry up!"

He was frantic, feeling like his whole body was on fire, but then, his blood almost turned to ice—because he heard a rumbling sound, the manor gates were smashed open, and that damned Cathayan was riding a strange steel monster, charging back at incredible speed!

This was pure demonstration, a display of power, a provocation. The other party rode that iron horse in a circle on the spot, looking extremely dashing and visually stunning. However, upon seeing this, the butler roared in a fierce voice, "You damned bastard, stop!!"

Because a rope was attached to the back of the metal horse, dragging a person along with it.

The young master was dragged behind this iron horse...

Kang De burst into loud laughter. "Hahaha, I'm so hyped! Play a song!"

He twisted the accelerator, dragging Lynch along, and sped out of the manor again. He took out his phone from his pocket, opened a media player, and played a famous insert song from an anime.

The energetic melody blared from the phone, quickly reaching its most exciting part, Kang De joined in, singing loudly. "Catch the shrimp! La la la la la la la! La la la, la la la la la la!"

The song is in English, and he doesn't know how to sing it. He only remembers the three words "Catch the Shrimp," but that doesn't stop him from singing it really, really high, because there's Lynch's screams as accompaniment.

How should I put it?

Riding a motorcycle, towing an orphan, singing at the top of one's lungs—that's truly wonderful.

He laughed loudly, "Lynch, don't worry, the best days are yet to come!"

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PS1: First update for today! About 3,000 words! Then I'll start writing the second update!