Martial Arts Master!

Chen Mo had just called to say he was coming back not long ago. Even if the police knew about it and were going to make an arrest, they should have stayed hidden and waited for him to return before catching him like a turtle in a jar. There was no need to go to such lengths and send someone with a huge difference in height, build, and appearance to impersonate his son.

Chen Weiguo's suspicions arose from the sudden change in Chen Mo's appearance, and now that he thinks about it, the person in front of him could very well be his son, Chen Mo.

However, looking at Chen Mo's body, which was a head taller and much stronger than before, Chen Weiguo still had doubts.

Just then, Zhang Huilan, who had been shielded behind Chen Weiguo, suddenly nudged his back and whispered something.

"Wei Guo should be our son."

Chen Mo was overjoyed to hear this. After all, his mother understood him best. Although his father didn't recognize him, his mother did, which comforted Chen Mo. But then Zhang Huilan continued.

"The way he rolls his eyes at you is exactly the same as Chen Mo used to!"

Chen Mo couldn't help but roll his eyes again. My dear mother, is this how you recognize me?

"Wei Guo, look, it's exactly the same!"

Chen Weiguo naturally saw Chen Mo's eye roll. The father and son had similar tempers, both stubborn to the extreme. If Chen Weiguo didn't like something about Chen Mo, he would scold him directly. Chen Mo usually wouldn't talk back, but he wouldn't listen obediently either. Usually, he would just roll his eyes and pretend he didn't hear it, which always made Chen Weiguo furious.

Previously, Chen Weiguo would usually criticize Chen Mo for "not doing his proper job" and being obsessed with training, fighting, and Throwing Knife. However, when he later discovered Chen Mo's extraordinary abilities, such as physical fitness comparable to top athletes and quick learning, Chen Weiguo believed that he had been taken in as a disciple by Martial Arts Master and had learned unparalleled martial arts. From then on, he rarely criticized him and instead strongly supported his "martial arts career".

After being reminded by his wife, Chen Weiguo looked at Chen Mo rolling his eyes again, and it was exactly the same as before.

However, looking at Chen Mo's completely different figure and appearance, Chen Weiguo still had some doubts.

Seeing that Chen Weiguo still didn't believe his identity, Chen Mo had no choice but to use his trump card.

Chen Mo gave Chen Weiguo a deep look and silently said to himself, "I'm sorry!"

"Dad, when I was six years old, you were taking me out on your bike, and my foot got caught in the wheel."

Zhang Huilan nodded upon hearing this.

"That's right. I remember I was badly injured and it took a long time for the swelling to heal."

At this moment, Chen Weiguo's expression was somewhat strange, looking at Chen Mo as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Seeing that Chen Weiguo still couldn't confirm his identity, Chen Mo had no choice but to continue.

"At that time, my foot got stuck in the wheel, and I found that I couldn't pedal, so I stood up and pedaled!"

As soon as Chen Mo finished speaking, Chen Weiguo finally confirmed that the person in front of him who had changed so drastically was his son, Chen Mo. Only the two of them knew about this. At the time, in order to keep this a secret, Chen Weiguo had to use both threats and inducements to finally get Chen Mo to cooperate and keep the secret for him.

Just as he completely put aside his doubts, Zhang Huilan, who had been protecting him with a kind expression, gradually changed her expression and looked at Chen Weiguo with a frosty look.

"You, Chen Weiguo! No wonder Chen Mo was so badly injured back then, it turns out it was you who did it! And you still say it was his own carelessness!"

Although Zhang Huilan usually obeys Chen Weiguo's every word, when she really gets angry, Chen Weiguo has to give her some leeway.

Seeing his long-hidden secret exposed, Chen Weiguo's mind raced. When he saw Chen Mo standing at the door, his eyes lit up. He immediately waved his hand to interrupt Zhang Huilan and scolded her.

"What's all the noise about? Our son's back! What could be more important than that!"

Chen Weiguo's trick really succeeded in diverting Zhang Huilan's attention. After that, the reunion of "the prodigal son returning home" finally returned to normal. The mother took Chen Mo's hand and sat him down on the sofa, asking him about his well-being. Chen Weiguo then asked the question that had been bothering him.

"What's with your height and build? What kind of martial art can make you grow taller? The Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies Supreme Skill?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Mo couldn't help but roll his eyes. This martial arts fanatic father really thought he was a Martial Arts Master, even bringing up the "Eight Desolations and Six Directions, I Alone Am Supreme" technique.

However, Chen Mo's ability to travel through time and space was indeed too incredible. Chen Mo did not intend to explain it to his parents in detail, but instead said directly.

We'll talk about that later.

Seeing Chen Weiguo's puzzled expression, Chen Mo smiled slightly and spoke.

"I've found a way to cure Grandpa!"

"What?!"

"Really?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Weiguo and Zhang Huilan exclaimed in unison that Chen Mo was still alive and had returned to them. Their only regret was that Chen Jingde was still unconscious. Chen Mo's words, however, gave them a jolt of excitement.

The extraordinary qualities Chen Mo displayed in front of them convinced them that since Chen Mo had said so, he must really have a way to cure Chen Jingde, which made them very happy.

Chen Mo nodded, stood up from the sofa, and walked directly to the bedroom next door, which had the door closed.

Upon seeing this, Chen Weiguo and Zhang Huilan quickly stood up and followed behind Chen Mo.

Chen Mo pushed open the door, and a familiar figure sleeping Chen Mo came into view.

Chen Jingde lay on the bed with his eyes closed, his face covered by a ventilator mask, his chest rising and falling slowly with the operation of the ventilator.

More than four months have passed, and Chen Jingde's condition has long since stabilized. Although he is still unconscious and unable to breathe on his own, he no longer needs to stay in the hospital.

To minimize suspicion during Chen Jingde's future treatment, Chen Mo had already arranged for Chen Weiguo to bring the old man back through J.A.R.V.I.S..

The couple also quit their jobs to stay home and take care of Chen Jingde, who was bedridden, and started their retirement life ahead of schedule.

Before Chen Mo left, he left them a large sum of money, enough for Chen Jingde's hospitalization and their living expenses. In addition, they received compensation for the plane crash. The two of them resigned and stayed at home to take care of Chen Jingde, without worrying about arousing suspicion from others.

After Chen Mo entered the room, Chen Weiguo and his wife followed closely behind. Chen Mo glanced at the window, then went to draw the curtains. Chen Weiguo immediately closed the door, looking expectantly at Chen Mo standing in front of Chen Jingde. How would he revive the old man? Acupuncture? Internal energy cultivation? One Yang Finger? Or perhaps the legendary Great Rejuvenation Pill that could bring the dead back to life?

Under Chen Weiguo's excited and expectant gaze, Chen Mo gently raised his right hand, which had been hanging by his side.