Tacitly, Sun Wen, Zhao Zicheng, and Yu Sheng did not talk about Soul Hunt, nor did they analyze the possibility of Zhao Zicheng's father being Soul Hunt.
If so, could it be the core Senior Leadership.
As Yu Sheng said, this all makes no sense.
From beginning to end, he has been a very selfish person. Even if he is sitting in the position of Ink Pavilion Head, he can only try his best to not be so selfish.
This is the real Yu Sheng.
For the sake of absolute justice, for the sake of world peace, for the sake of love and Protection...
There are many such people, but they are definitely not Yu Sheng.
He will always resolve the matter without affecting other people, instead of decisively drawing a clear line with Zhao Zicheng to protect his own image.
"You haven't been to my house yet, have you?"
After another passionate fight with Sun Wen, Zhao Zicheng turned to look at Yu Sheng with a satisfied expression and asked.
Yu Sheng nodded slightly.
"Let's go, stay at my house tonight."
"My dad has wanted to see you for a long time, and he often scolds me for you."
"We are all classmates, why do you become Ink Pavilion Head, while I am still City Lord from a remote town."
"Huh..."
"If it wasn't for my dad to applaud me, why would I reply to Mobei City?"
Zhao Zicheng curled his lips, but there was an unstoppable smile in his eyes.
"If I had really listened to him back then, I would have gone to the Military Academy..."
"Perhaps, you will really miss a lot of scenery."
"It turns out that my vision and structure are far better than his!"
"What's more important is..."
Zhao Zicheng paused for a moment, with some emotion in his tone. "It is still very important to get into a good university..."
"If I graduate from the Military Academy, can I still enjoy the treatment of Human Race's richest man and Ink Pavilion Head being my best man?"
"In the words of successful students... the circle determines your status..."
"Tsk tsk..."
Zhao Zicheng's words are not without the meaning of showing off.
Mobei City is not that big, and during this chatting from time to time, several people came to Zhao Zicheng's home.
The neighborhood is a bit old.
But the house is pretty big.
Zhao Zicheng Push the door open.
A Middle-Aged Man was sitting on the sofa at this time, wearing reading glasses, slightly squinting his eyes and watching TV, with a prim and serious expression.
"Huh?"
"You're not going to work today?"
Seeing his father, Zhao Zicheng was a little confused and asked.
"Your wedding is the day after tomorrow. How can I have time to go to work?"
Middle-Aged Man responded without looking back, still staring at the TV with all his concentration.
"You asked for leave?"
"I didn't receive the leave application from the Head of the Guard Department?"
Zhao Zicheng said with a smile, casually hanging the coat on the hanger. "You can sit wherever you like."
"Haha..."
"Drive to City Lord's Residence. Gas is expensive."
"The leave request note is on the dining table. Sign it for me."
Although he was smiling, there was still no smile on Zhao Zicheng's father's expression, and he had a rather calm demeanor.
"..."
"This is against discipline."
Zhao Zicheng The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, but he still walked to the dining table. After seeing the leave request, he picked it up, looked at it, and put it in his pocket.
"Then catch me with your own hands."
Father Zhao said perfunctorily, his eyes never leaving the TV screen from beginning to end, and he was not even aware of the two extra people in the room.
Zhao Zicheng couldn't help but rolled his eyes, made a helpless expression on Sun Wen, Yu Sheng, and shrugged.
"Then I'm getting married, what are you busy with..."
"Invitation?"
"Banquet?"
Zhao Zicheng sat on the sofa nearby and asked curiously.
"Chasing drama..."
"The finale of these two days."
"I happened to have a legitimate reason to take leave, otherwise I would be easily spoiled by watching the replay."
Father Zhao pushed up his reading glasses, his expression was so solemn and his eyes were solemn.
"Look, this is my old father."
"I've been like this since I was a child, using the most serious tone and saying the most unreliable things."
Zhao Zicheng's tone was full of helplessness, he turned his head and looked at Yu Sheng, Sun Wen, and sighed softly.
At this time, Father Zhao finally noticed that there were two more people in the room. Taking advantage of the moment when the camera on the TV switched, he turned his head and took a look.
"Are there any friends coming?"
"Sit wherever you want, you're welcome."
"I'll watch the TV first..."
He spoke very quickly, which was exactly the standard polite procedure, but when his eyes passed Yu Sheng's face, he stopped.
"Electric...Yu Sheng?"
The next moment, Father Zhao stood up suddenly. "Mobei City Head of the Guard Department, Zhao Changlin, I have seen Pavilion Master!"
Stand at attention and salute.
The process is very standard.
"Tsk, tsk, when you see me, City Lord, why don't you salute me too!"
"They are all leaders, why!!!"
Zhao Zicheng said sourly.
But Father Zhao completely ignored him and kept standing.
Yu Sheng was stunned and pondered for a few seconds, "Ink Academy, Zhao Zicheng classmate, Yu Sheng... have you met... uncle?"
A smile instantly appeared on Father Zhao's old-fashioned and serious face, and he sat back on the sofa.
"It's good for everyone to discuss their own issues, so there's no need to salute all the time..."
"You sit down first... eat the fruit..."
As he said that, Father Zhao's eyes fell on the TV again, and he was completely focused on it. This time, he even completely ignored Ink Pavilion and Pavilion Master...