Reporting and Training

Just then, a burst of commotion rose from nearby, mixed with cries of surprise and murmurs of discussion.

Wu Zhanguo turned to look, only to find that the soldiers he had brought were all staring up at the sky. Zhao Qingran, standing beside him, said with a smile, "Congratulations, Colonel Wu. The person you were waiting for has arrived."

"He's Inspector Wu?"

Wu Zhanguo looked up and saw a pitch-black dragon appear on the horizon, flying toward the camp.

But as it descended, he was astonished to discover that it was no dragon at all. It was clearly a headless giant python covered in black scales! A vicious head had been placed atop the python's body, and he could vaguely make out a figure standing above it.

At last, as the headless giant python slowly descended, the figure atop it came clearly into view.

Wu Zhanguo's eyes widened abruptly. "Wu Ming?"

That was right. The figure standing on the python's corpse was someone he knew better than anyone—it was his own son!

What he could not understand was when his son had become the Southwest Inspector. When they had spoken last month, Wu Ming had still been in Kyoto studying Internal Martial Arts.

At that moment, Wu Ming also spotted Wu Zhanguo. He leaped directly from the python's corpse, walked over, and said with a smile, "Dad, you're here."

"..." Wu Zhanguo looked at his son with mixed emotions. Countless questions surfaced in his mind, but there were too many, and he did not know where to begin. In the end, he could only sigh softly. "Tell me. What exactly happened?"

"It's actually very simple." Wu Ming smiled. "In one sentence: your son was strong enough that the country took the initiative to recruit him with the position of Inspector."