The Armed Security Department building in Heaven Dou City wasn't particularly imposing. The three-story gray-white structure was plain and square, and aside from two sentries at the entrance, it didn't even have a decent sign.
Shen Nanxun had waited in the reception room for less than three minutes when hurried footsteps sounded from the far end of the corridor.
The door was flung open.
Shen Zhenhai stood in the doorway, wearing the Armed Security Department's dark blue uniform. He had clearly rushed over in a hurry.
He looked to be in his early forties, with a resolute face and the corners of his mouth naturally turned slightly upward. When he smiled, his features softened, making him look nothing like a Titled Douluo who guarded an entire region.
"Nanxun!" Shen Zhenhai crossed the room in a few strides and hauled Shen Nanxun out of his chair, looking him up and down several times.
He squeezed his shoulders, patted his arms, then took half a step back to check his height. Nodding with satisfaction, he pulled him into a tight embrace.
The hug came fast and fierce, carrying a strong smell of tobacco.
Shen Nanxun was squeezed until his ribs ached. It took a while before Shen Zhenhai finally let go and stepped back. His eyes were slightly red, but his face still wore that overly hearty smile as he gave Shen Nanxun's shoulder a vigorous pat.
"The last time I saw you was in Ming Capital, and just like that, several years have passed. I heard you broke through again a while back? Good, good!" He suddenly remembered something and turned to shout toward the door. "Old Zhou! Go get that box of tea from my cabinet! The best one! My son's here!"
Watching his father's energetic retreat, Shen Nanxun's lips