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Somewhere in China, in a military administration area.

Although it was already the middle of the night, the soldiers were still armed and patrolling with military dogs. This place was responsible for national defense and could not be relaxed.

There was an eight-story office building in the military administration area, the top floor of which had lights on in one of the offices.

A middle-aged man in a neat military uniform was sitting in the office. His thumbs were constantly pressing down on his temples, making him look very tired.

His name was Pang Yuan, the highest ranking officer in the military management area, and also Shen Feng's direct superior.

Shen Feng had been under his command for three years, and was also the most outstanding soldier he had ever brought with him. Within three years of time, Shen Feng's military expertise had already far surpassed his expectations.

Although Shen Feng being a soldier for three years had brought him quite a lot of trouble, in his heart, Shen Feng was the only soldier king!

In the fourth year, Shen Feng carried a backpack and a plane ticket as he flew to Southeast Asia alone, to the heaven of mercenaries.

In his four years as a mercenary, Shen Feng had created the Strong Gale Service's Mercenary Group. Through his identity, Shen Feng had provided the Chinese military with countless information, shattering the countless outside world's Mercenary Group's infiltration of China …

At this moment, the office door opened and a man wearing a military uniform with a folder in his hand walked in.

"Why, is there still no news of Shen Feng?" Pang Yuan asked without raising his head.

"Chief, not yet." The uniformed man said seriously, "This is the nuclear explosion in the Pacific Ocean that you wanted, and all the related information about the Blood Wolf's Mercenary Group."

As he spoke, he placed the folder in his hand on the table.

Pang Yuan waved his hand and the uniformed man understood immediately. He turned around and left the office.

Pang Yuan looked at the folder on his desk and sighed. Over the past two months, he had read through this information who knows how many times. He had even memorized it.

If the Blood Wolf did not employ Mercenary Group and disappear from the face of the earth overnight, he would have believed that Shen Feng was already dead.

Thinking of this, his eyes flashed with a bright light. He picked up the phone on the table and skillfully dialed a number: "Since you can't find me abroad, you should look for me in China."

"Yes." A woman's voice came from the other end of the phone.

After Shen Feng left the hospital, he looked at the few hundred dollar bills in his pocket and the Swiss Bank's universal gold card. These were all his assets, around two hundred million yuan.

All of this money was earned by Shen Feng from selling the swords, every penny had Shen Feng's sweat and blood.

Suddenly, Shen Feng remembered that his backpack was probably still in the police station.

"Forget it, there are some unimportant things in the backpack." Shen Feng asked casually.

Then, Shen Feng got into a taxi and headed back home.

The car slowed to a stop at the familiar mouth of the alley. Although the noodle shop at the mouth of the alleyway was closed, there was still a glimmer of light inside.

Shen Feng's family was at the end of the alley, and there was only one family member in his family, and that was his adoptive grandfather.

He had walked out of his house during the day, and now he really had to go home.

Shen Feng took a deep breath and walked towards his home at the end of the alleyway.

After seven years, the alleyway did not change much, but it was even more dilapidated. There were words' dismantled 'written in red everywhere. It seemed that some houses had been inhabited for a long time.

The willow trees on both sides of the road had also grown quite a bit, their long branches hanging down from the branches.

After walking to the end of the alleyway, the shabby house seemed to be even more in danger of collapsing. The door was tightly shut, and time had left mottled marks on it.

As Shen Feng looked at the door that was filled with memories, a smile of understanding appeared on his face.

The door was not locked, so Shen Feng easily pushed it open.

He first leaned in to take a look. The room was dimly lit and the furnishings in the yard had not changed much. There was an old-fashioned tricycle parked in the middle of the yard.

The paint on the car was gone, but it didn't look old at all, and its owner seemed to care for it.

Looking at this tricycle, Shen Feng's eyes reddened a little. When he was very young, his grandfather had precisely pushed it, bringing him through the streets and alleys that were filled with Haining City.

"Grandfather, I'm back." Shen Feng called out to the room with a hoarse and tearful voice.

His voice echoed far into the quiet night in the alleyway …

In the dim candlelight of the room, there was a burst of noise, a deep and shallow sound of footsteps.

"Creak." With a bang, the door to the room opened, and an old man in his seventies walked out.

This old man was the one who had picked Shen Feng up from the side of the road and raised him up as a grandfather, Shen Baoguo.

If not for Shen Baoguo, Shen Feng would have starved to death.

Shen Baoguo's eyes were dim, his face was pale, his body was skinny and weak, his body did not seem to be in good condition, it was said that men did not shed tears easily, at that moment, Shen Feng was crying too.

"Grandpa …" He rushed forward and supported Shen Baoguo.

Shen Baoguo stared at Shen Feng in front of his, his lips trembling but he was unable to say anything.

"It's good that you're back. It's good that you're back." Shen Baoguo pulled Shen Feng, and said with an aged voice.

"The night is cold, let's go in and talk." Shen Feng supported Shen Baoguo, and just as he was about to enter the house, he shouted, "Grandfather, what's wrong with your leg!"

Shen Feng was shocked to find that one of his legs was crippled.

"It's fine. I broke my bike earlier. It will be fine after a while." Shen Baoguo replied hesitantly.

He could tell that something was wrong with a glance. To be able to break a leg, the tricycle was basically turned into scrap metal, but the tricycle was still undamaged and parked in the courtyard.

Shen Feng suddenly thought back to his experience in the noodle shop and the word "tear" that could be seen everywhere in the alleyway.

"Little Feng, don't just stand there. Hurry up and enter the house." Shen Baoguo acted as if his legs were fine and quickly walked inside the house.

But every two steps he staggered and almost fell to the ground. Luckily he was supported by Shen Feng.

Only two steps away, Shen Baoguo's forehead was already covered with beads of sweat, and his palms were also covered with cold sweat. Even though the light in the room was extremely dim, Shen Feng caught all of it with his eyes.

There was no electricity at all, because the power facilities had been dismantled and the running water was gone.

"Grandfather, what happened?! Did Ma Wenfei, that bastard, do it!" Shen Feng asked softly as he helped Shen Baoguo to sit on the bed.

Shen Baoguo sighed, right now, he could not hide anything.