Hello Brother Ro

On the morning of the day Luo Feng was released from the detention center, in a quaint teahouse in Yi'an District, only Zhou Huayang and Zhang Haobai were in a private room. The tea cups in front of them were steaming and fragrant.

"Brother Zhou, you called me here early in the morning, what's the matter?" Zhang Haobai asked in a low voice, "Is there a result for that matter? If it's really settled, Brother Zhou, don't worry, there's absolutely no problem with the money." Zhang Haobai was somewhat expectant, wondering if Luo Feng really had a leg and an arm broken.

Zhou Huayang sat there, his face gradually sinking, without saying a word.

"Brother Zhou?" Zhang Haobai felt something was wrong and asked in a low voice, "Brother Zhou, you, you should say something."

"Zhang Haobai, you're ruthless, you want to die and you're dragging me down too." Zhou Huayang looked at Zhang Haobai with a cold smile. "I, I what?" Zhang Haobai was confused and asked urgently, "Brother Zhou, what's going on? Tell me clearly." Zhang Haobai could tell from Zhou Huayang's tone and face that something was wrong, but he really didn't know what had happened.

Zhou Huayang took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Zhang Haobai, you asked me to have someone break Luo Feng's leg and arm, right?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" Zhang Haobai nodded.

"Huh, what's wrong?" Zhou Huayang's voice was cold, and he sneered, "The Luo Feng you want to deal with, he's a quasi-martial artist!"

"Quasi-martial artist?" Zhang Haobai was stunned.

Silence. The private room was quiet. Zhang Haobai's face was pale, and he sat there dumbfounded, sweat pouring from his forehead.

Zhou Huayang sat on the side with a cold smile, holding his tea cup and sipping tea without saying a word.

"How could this happen, how could this happen?" Zhang Haobai was now filled with fear instead of jealousy! He came from a wealthy family and was very clear about some of the privileges of quasi-martial artists… He actually sent someone to break the leg and arm of a quasi-martial artist, and the quasi-martial artist could completely report him to the Jiangnan City Security Bureau.

Once he was taken to the Security Bureau, his life would be over!

"No, no…" Zhang Haobai's face was as white as a sheet.

"You're scared now, aren't you? Stupid?" Zhou Huayang was so angry that he slammed his cup on the table and shouted, "Damn it, if you really want to die, don't drag me down with you! A quasi-martial artist, you let me arrange for someone to break a quasi-martial artist's leg and arm. If he reports to the Security Bureau, I'll be in big trouble!"

Zhou Huayang was gnashing his teeth in anger.

"Brother Zhou, what should I do? What should I do?" Zhang Haobai asked repeatedly, "I, I don't want to be caught by the Security Bureau, you tell me, what should I do now?"

The Security Bureau… For ordinary citizens, it was a mysterious and terrifying place. If the Security Bureau was dispatched to arrest someone, their life would be pretty much over.

"By the way, Brother Zhou, did you give me up?" Zhang Haobai's eyes lit up and he asked quickly. Only Zhou Huayang knew about him asking Zhou Huayang to do things. If Zhou Huayang didn't give him up, there would still be room for maneuver.

"What the hell are you thinking?" Zhou Huayang stood up angrily, pointed at Zhang Haobai and said, "The government people have come to interrogate me, and I dare not say? I don't say, do I die for you?!!!"

Zhang Haobai was stunned. Indeed, if Zhou Huayang didn't give him up, Zhou Huayang would be in big trouble himself.

"I'm telling you this out of the friendship we've had for so many years. To prevent you from being taken away by the Security Bureau without knowing what's going on," Zhou Huayang sneered. "I advise you to go back and discuss this matter with your father. Your father has more connections than you do. He's definitely better at handling things. Brother… I won't accompany you anymore, I'll leave first! I've already paid the bill for this table, so you don't have to."

After saying that, Zhou Huayang directly opened the door and walked out.

Only Zhang Haobai was left in the private room.

"How could this be?" Zhang Haobai sat in the chair, shaking his head, still unable to believe it. "How could he be a quasi-martial artist! Before the college entrance examination, his punch strength was only 800 kilograms. It's only been a few days? How could he possibly become a quasi-martial artist?"

"No, no, I don't want to be taken away by the Security Bureau."

"Dad, Dad… I'm going to find Dad."

Zhang Haobai, pale-faced, quickly rushed out of the teahouse and hurried home at the fastest speed.

…

At home.

Zhang Haobai sat on the living room sofa, his fists clenched, his body trembling slightly.

"Click!" The door opened.

"Haobai, why are you in such a hurry to call me? You even said that if I come back late, you're going to die?" Zhang Zelong, who had rushed back from the company, pushed open the door and came in. As soon as he saw his son's face and appearance, he felt a lump in his heart and thought to himself, "It's not good, Haobai this kid is probably in big trouble."

"Dad, I'm in trouble." Zhang Haobai looked up at his father.

These simple words - I'm in trouble.

It made Zhang Zelong feel a chill in his heart.

"Tell me, what's going on? Give me the details, don't leave out anything. Explain everything." Zhang Zelong's expression became serious. Although he knew the situation was troublesome, Zhang Zelong didn't panic. After all, he had survived the Great Nirvana period, what kind of storm hadn't he seen?

Zhang Haobai took a deep breath: "This is what happened, last time in my family yard, the decoration company delivered furniture…"

From beginning to end, Zhang Haobai didn't dare to hide anything, he told everything.

"You, you actually dared to find someone to cripple a quasi-martial artist?" Zhang Zelong glared.

"I, I didn't know." Zhang Haobai was flustered by his father's glare, "If I knew, I wouldn't dare to do it even if I were killed!"

Zhang Zelong took a deep breath, didn't say anything, just took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Doot——doot——"

"Beep!"

A sound rang out on Zhang Zelong's phone, and Zhang Zelong frowned when he saw it.

"What's wrong, Dad?" Zhang Haobai asked repeatedly.

"I called your uncle, but your uncle is currently hunting monsters outside the base city." Zhang Zelong sat on the sofa, "Wait for your uncle to call back."

Outside the base city, there might be a monster hiding somewhere.

So usually, they would find a safe place to communicate with the city.

After a while…

"Big brother, what's the matter?" A deep voice sounded, "I'm quite busy right now."

"Ah Tiger, this time the matter is not small. Your nephew has caused a big trouble." Zhang Zelong said, his eyes red.

"What kind of trouble did Haobai cause, big brother, you say. I'm listening." The voice of Zhang Zelong's brother 'Zhang Zehu' came.

"That's how it is." Zhang Zelong immediately repeated what his son had just said.

There was silence on the phone for a moment, and then Zhang Zehu's voice came: "Haobai this kid, he actually dared to mess with a quasi-martial artist. He's really bold! Like this, from today on, Haobai, you stay at home every day, don't go out and cause trouble. And don't go see that Luo Feng again."

"I know, uncle." Zhang Haobai nodded in agreement, as if clutching at the last straw.

"Okay, you guys don't do anything." The voice on the phone continued, "Wait for me to come back. Even if the Security Bureau comes and takes you away. Don't do anything else, wait for me to come back. My mission this time is quite important, it's estimated that it will take one or two months to come back."

"Okay." Zhang Haobai nodded repeatedly.

"Don't worry, Haobai! My big brother only has you as a son, I will protect you no matter what." The voice on the phone continued, "Big brother, the captain is calling me, I won't say much. Remember, don't do anything else, just wait for me to come back."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Zelong and his son Zhang Haobai finally breathed a sigh of relief.

…

The Zhang family was in a state of anxiety, but the Luo Feng family was happy.

After dinner.

Luo Feng took his younger brother Luo Hua from upstairs to the community, pushing a wheelchair, taking a walk in the community.

"Brother, we've lived in this community for more than ten years, and mom and dad have lived here for over twenty years." Luo Hua looked up at the community, where the residential buildings were densely packed and there was very little greenery, "In the future, we will leave here and move into the Mingyue community. I want to go out for a stroll every day, I can do it alone."

Going up and down the stairs every day was a huge challenge for Luo Hua, who was in a wheelchair.

"Okay." Luo Feng nodded with a smile, pushing the wheelchair, "Ah Hua, in the future, we won't have to stay in that small room all year round without seeing the sun. Mom and Dad won't have to sleep on the sofa all the time."

Luo Hua nodded repeatedly.

They had been looking forward to this day for a long time.

"Someone is coming." Luo Hua looked up at the front, a young man wearing glasses came over with a smile, first smiled at Luo Hua who was sitting in the wheelchair, and then looked at Luo Feng, "Brother Luo, right?"

"Who are you?" Luo Feng looked at the man with confusion.

The young man smiled slightly: "Brother Luo, hello, my name is Zhou Huayang! I don't know if Brother Luo has time, give me some face, let's find a place to chat?"