Capital.
Guan Residence.
After dealing with the Satan Organization, Little White Tiger rushed straight to Capital without stopping.
Although the three Johnsons had all been killed, the organization behind them still existed.
They certainly would not let the matter rest just because Johnson was dead.
The turmoil surrounding Fei Island was still brewing.
A conspiracy targeting the Dragon Kingdom had already begun.
In the Guan Residence's back courtyard.
The Old Man was in a rare mood to fish, sitting beside the pond with a fishing rod.
Little White Tiger and Old Ninth followed the Guard into the back courtyard as if they owned the place.
"Oh, you're in a good mood, Old Man."
Little White Tiger stepped forward and offered the Old Man a cigarette.
With both hands in his pockets, Old Ninth walked over to him and craned his head to look into the fishing basket.
"Were you an Air Force commander before, Old Man?"
The corner of the Old Man's mouth visibly twitched.
That empty fishing basket was like his underwear, and Old Ninth had just pulled it down.
"The doctor said my heart wasn't good. Fishing helps me cultivate patience and calm. Whether I catch anything doesn't matter."
Embarrassed that he had not caught a single fish, the Old Man found himself an excuse.
Old Ninth was unimpressed.
He picked up a fishing rod nearby and casually cast a couple of times, then hauled a five-pound fish onto the bank.
"Didn't Li Youxian teach you not to touch other people's fishing rods?"
The Old Man bristled and glared as he snatched the fish from Old Ninth's hand and threw it into the pond.
"They're all my damn fish."
"Stingy."
Their arrival had killed the Old Man's interest in fishing.
He tossed the rod aside and led them