An hour later, Chen Shouyi said goodbye to Luo Jingwen and jumped down from the helicopter.
He looked at the brightly lit city.
Chen Shouyi let out a long breath. He was finally back.
After dealing with a few soldiers' inspections on the way, he dragged his exhausted body to his front door.
He checked himself first, carefully rubbing off the dried blood spots on his body. Then he straightened his wrinkled shirt and pants. Once he felt there was nothing suspicious left, he stepped forward, knocked, and shouted:
"Mom, Dad, I'm back! Hurry and open the door!"
"Open the door!"
The light in his parents' third-floor bedroom soon came on.
Their hurried, delighted voices came from inside:
"Shouyi's back! Don't sleep, get up!"
"Coming, coming!"
A minute later, the door swung open, and Father Chen and Mother Chen came downstairs.
"You're finally back. Why did this mission take so long?" Mother Chen complained.
"It was in another province. How could I get back any faster?" Chen Shouyi said with a smile, forcing himself to perk up.
Then he made up some amusing stories about things he'd encountered along the way. The gist was that the mission had been easy and he hadn't encountered any danger at all.
As for hiding here and there, narrowly escaping death, or having everything go to hell—
None of that had happened.
"You're just trying to fool me. Don't think I don't know anything. If it wasn't dangerous, would they have sent a martial artist like you?" Mother Chen said with a fond scolding.
"If it were that dangerous, they wouldn't have sent a martial artist. They'd have had the army bomb the place already," Chen Shouyi said.
"That's true enough, but you still have to be careful!" Chen Dawei said, cheerfully rubbing his