Finally Reach Home

"I want to arrest him; this kid is so lawless. If we just ignore him, where is the authority of our police?" The fiery policewoman said with determination.

Omi was walking down a street when a bus conveniently stopped beside him.

Omi looked up and saw that the front of the bus had 'Bus No. 8, Jing Yang Gong to Songtao District' written on it.

"Huh? To Songtao neighborhood?"

Omi had a bright idea and noticed numerous people boarding the bus.

Omi hurriedly approached the driver and asked, "Is this bus heading to the Songtao neighborhood?"

"Can't you see, it's the last shift, do you want to get on?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Omi scrambled into the car.

The driver noticed Omi hadn't inserted a coin and said, "Hey, it's one dollar."

"Put it on my tab first, right?" Omi said.

The driver snickered for a moment, and the other passengers all cast contemptuous glances.

The driver considered ejecting him but decided against it, not wanting to confront such a troublemaker over a small fee.

Omi's wallet remained in the possession of the fiery policewoman. Where could he find the money to insert coins?

Forty minutes later, Omi got out of the car and immediately saw a gate with 'Songtao District' written on the door.

"Oh my god, I've finally reached 'home.'" Omi was excited inside because Omi was completely ignorant of this world, and in his heart, the Songtao District was his harbor.

However, the Songtao District was so big and had so many people, where was his home?

Just then, an old man came with a bag of rice.

"Omi, why are you back so late?"

Omi looked at the old man in confusion.

The old man handed the bag of rice to Omi and said, "Don't just stand there, help me carry the rice."

"Oh." Omi carried the bag of rice and followed that old man, saying in his heart, "This old man is not my family, is he? Grandpa? Father?"

The old man walked ahead, entered an elevator, and finally stopped at the seventeenth floor.

"Here we are, thank you," the old man said gratefully.

Omi was stunned, "Ah, you're not one of my family, huh?"

The old man was baffled, "Omi, what nonsense are you talking about? I'm your next-door neighbor."

"Oh, next-door neighbor, I'm going home then."

"Thank you for your hard work, would you like a cup of tea?" The old man asked.

"No, thanks." Omi walked out of the old man's house and looked to the opposite door; since he was a neighbor, the opposite door must be his house.

Omi took out the key and twisted it a few times, and it did open the security door.

When he opened the security door and saw the home inside, Omi was incomparably excited.

It was not an easy journey back.

The house was dim, with no lights on.

Omi attempted to call out, "Father, Mother, I'm back."

No one answered.

"Strange, no one is here?" Omi scratched his head.

Omi closed the door of his house and stood by the living room's windowsill, looking out at a tall building and lamenting, "The houses in this world are really more advanced when stacked like boxes."

Just at this moment, the sound of a key opening the door came from outside.

Omi was shocked, "Is my family coming back?"

Don tapped his chest, a little nervous.

The door opened, and a man and a woman walked in.

The man said, "That loser isn't back yet, even at this hour."

The woman remarked, "Whatever he's up to, he might as well stay away forever."

"Exactly what I wanted. In that case, the house becomes ours too," the man chuckled.

At that moment, the woman turned on the light in the living room and suddenly saw Omi standing in the living room, watching them like a ghost.

The woman cursed, "Omi, are you trying to get yourself killed? You came back without turning on the lights, trying to scare me to death."

Omi looked at the man and woman in front of him in confusion. The man appeared to be around thirty-five, while the woman, in her thirties, had an alluring air and was rather attractive.

Omi dared to assert that the man and woman were definitely not his parents. Who were they?

The man yelled at Omi, "What are you waiting for, don't go cook dinner yet."

Seeing Omi's indifference, he said angrily, "Yoho, you're still not listening? To cook? Hear that?"

Omi didn't say anything and stared blankly at the man.

When the man saw that Omi was still indifferent, he slapped Omi's face.

Omi's eyebrows furrowed. Dare he hit me? Omi thought and quickly grabbed the man's hand.

"Bang." Omi twisted, and the man's body spun around a few times and fell onto the coffee table, shattering it.

The other woman was shocked and looked at Omi incredulously, then knelt down and said in fear, "Young Master spare our life, Young Master spare our life."

The man reacted and also begged for mercy, "Young Master spare our life, it's all because I was confused."

Omi looked at the man and woman, their bodies trembling as they kneeled before him and begged for mercy.

Omi was puzzled, "What status am I, anyway? These two are so fierce all of a sudden, and all of a sudden they're calling me Young Master and sparing my life."

The woman asked in a hushed tone, "Young Master, do you possess the talent for practicing kung fu?"

Omi said, "I can defeat you with a single finger, and you claim I lack talent. Now, who are you two?"

"Huh?" They both were stunned.

"Young Master, what's wrong with you? Don't you recognize us?"

Omi said, "I had an accident during practice today; I'm so confused right now that I can't even remember who I am."

"Ah!" They were both startled.

"Don't 'ah,' speak quickly. Who am I, and who are you?" Omi ordered loudly. It didn't matter what they would suspect now.

The woman said hesitantly, "Young Master, my name is Jean, and his name is John. We are both your servants."

"You're both my servants?"

"Yes! Young Master, you really don't remember?"

"If you are my servants, then why are you acting so arrogantly? Especially this guy who just dared to hit me," Omi pointed at the man called John.

John nervously lowered his head.

"We..." The woman named Jean was also nervous and didn't know what to say.

Omi said, "Alright, we'll address this matter later. Quickly tell me, who am I?"

John said, "Young Master, your name is Omi. You were originally the grandson of a young master in the Tang family." Because you didn't have the talent to practice martial arts, you were bullied by the family. About two years ago, you were framed by a few other young masters of the family, and the head of the family drove you out of the family in a fit of anger, leaving you to fend for yourself. And the two of us, who turned out to be your parents' servants, were entrusted by your parents to follow you out of the Tang family and take care of you."