Zhang Qianqiu wore a stern expression, intending to drive away these little brats who had disturbed his peace.
But when his gaze fell on the golden-eyed young man, his expression changed slightly, and he ultimately loosened his clenched fist.
"This little rascal... he's getting more and more unruly."
The young man carrying the camera was named Ying Kai. He was the last disciple Zhang Qianqiu had taken in more than ten years ago.
The boy had excellent bones, outstanding comprehension, and could endure hardship.
Back then, Zhang Qianqiu had once believed that, under his guidance, Ying Kai would surpass his master.
Unfortunately, his disciple's later performance had truly disappointed him.
Ying Kai's mind was restless, and he loved to play too much. At first, he left without saying goodbye and went to Europe to become a mercenary. Later, he became a freelance assassin. Recently, he had even enrolled in a third-rate university to coast for a diploma, becoming a pure hedonist who lived only for the present.
The girls around his youngest disciple were perhaps his confidantes?
Zhang Qianqiu recalled his own circumstances back then and sighed with emotion for a while. Then he shook his head, drove away his distracting thoughts, and waved at the young people in the distance.
Ying Kai carried the camera, flashing several times across a distance of several hundred meters before arriving.
With a cheeky grin, he said, "Master! It's been so long since I saw you, old man. Did you miss me?"
Earlier, Ying Kai had tracked down the troll who had argued with him online and chopped off one of the man's hands. After mediation by the public security authorities, he symbolically paid a little in medical expenses and compensation for emotional distress, then once again roamed free as a bird in