A hundred days at home were easy; a single day away was hard.
Shen Bing understood that saying all too well.
Back in the United Kingdom, despite his meticulous preparations and extensive security precautions, he had still been on edge.
Once he returned home, however, that tension inexplicably vanished. The feeling of coming home warmed his heart.
On the way, Mom asked about his time in London, and Shen Bing picked out a few lighthearted, pleasant stories to tell her.
As for being hunted down, he naturally glossed over the dangerous parts, brushing her concerns aside by emphasizing his car's extraordinary safety features.
After all, the incident was online for anyone to see. The car really had weathered countless bullets and explosions without a scratch.
Perhaps because he was already sitting safely in front of her, she did not dwell on the matter.
Once home, Shen Bing exchanged a few words with the others, then entered the study and headed down to the Underground Base.
He could hardly wait to inspect his haul—purely to indulge his mischievous streak.
When he reached the Western District, which served as a prison, Li Xiao and Lu Xian had already finished the preparations. All thousand-plus people inside the Immortal Carriage had been released.
It was quite a spectacle. More than a thousand people crowded noisily into several large rooms, making the place feel like a morning wet market.
Unlike last time, Shen Bing was no longer alone. Several burly men stood at the doors with loaded weapons, watching the occupants coldly and keeping the more restless mercenaries subdued.
These men had also been captured by Shen Bing earlier, but after undergoing Subconscious Implantation, they were now on his side.
As Shen Bing approached one doorway, the two men stationed there immediately stood at attention