Chen Shouyi watched the police leave, then closed the door and returned to the living room with his parents and younger sister.
"Shouyi, is that really all there is to it?" Mother Chen still sounded somewhat incredulous. They had been worried sick just moments ago, but the police had shown up, taken away the body and the other thief, and that was that.
"Mom, stop treating me like an ordinary person. As long as we don't break the law, nobody can do anything to us," Chen Shouyi said with an exasperated laugh.
In truth, to put it realistically, ever since the upheaval, the city government had tightened its hold on martial artists—especially Great Martial Artists—even less. It had few means of punishment. Even when they committed crimes, as long as the offense wasn't too heinous, the authorities would turn a blind eye.
"You and I are getting old, and we don't know much about the world. From now on, this family will have to rely on you," Chen Dawei sighed. "But don't use your status to bully people or run wild."
"Dad, I've always kept my nose clean, okay? Even when people provoke me, I can't be bothered to deal with them," Chen Shouyi said helplessly.
Chen Xingyue nearly spat at him. Her brother could kill without batting an eye, and he was calling himself well-behaved?
"I'm just reminding you, so you don't lose your head and act on impulse. Last time..." Chen Dawei stopped halfway and fell silent.
Chen Shouyi knew his father was thinking of the previous cult incident. Back then, the sight of him killing people had terrified his parents. He quickly said, "I know."
After that, everyone scrubbed the living-room floor over and over again.
"Go to bed, all of you!" Mother Chen said, setting down