Lu Baoyou had only been ten years old back then, still at an age of innocence and confusion. His father's sudden return home had left him at a loss. Just as he was about to begin accepting him, Lu Qiu abruptly left again.
And once he left, he did not return for many years.
Lu Qiu had made the Lu family the envy of every village for miles around. The villagers all speculated that Lu Qiu had struck it rich outside, but because he never came home, all sorts of rumors quietly began to spread through the village.
Some said he had become a wealthy boss elsewhere and married a young new wife, making Lu Baoyou's mother his mistress. Others said he was doing illegal business outside and making a fortune, but was too afraid of being arrested by the police to come home. Still others said he had become a wanted criminal, because someone had seen him secretly stash knives and guns in the house...
The young Lu Baoyou did not understand any of that, but he could sense that the way others looked at him was strange.
Envy? Jealousy? Mockery? Pity?
Perhaps it was from that time onward that the seeds of resentment took root in his heart. As he grew older, that feeling was stoked ever hotter by the rebelliousness of adolescence until it became utterly uncontrollable.
Lu Baoyou stood before the gates of the small Western-style house, his expression somewhat complicated.
A very, very long time had passed since he ran away from home... During that time, he had experienced much. He had also entered the Night Watchmen's Training Camp and learned of their existence... And because of that, when he stood before these gates again, he suddenly realized that his views on some things from