Chapter 5


    This was shocking.


    So shocking!


    The Labenz family was the greatest in Lightdom City, with over three hundred years of history.


    Their conglomerate was the pivot of Lightdom City’s economy, and their business empire had


    expanded overseas. The assets they owned were of inconceivable value.


    Many of their family members were elites in different trades. Some were high-rank officials, some were


    sessful business people, and some were experts in martial arts…


    It was not stretching the truth to say that the Labenz family was the uncrowned ruler of the Lightdom


    City.


    Compared with the Labenz family, the Quinern Group was just an inconspicuous worm.


    Just a word from Landon was enough to make the Quinern Group go under. Patriarch Labenz and


    Reign didn’t even need to lift a finger..


    Therefore, it blew Harper and his underlings’ minds and scared the wits out of them that Landon


    showed up personally to help Han and dered that Han was a distinguished guest of the


    Labenz family.


    They realized that they had messed with the wrong guy and were doomed.


    “Mr. Katz, I’m sorry. I swear to leave Mr. Jaber and his parents alone in the future!” Harper promised in


    a hurry.


    “Mr. Jaber saved Ms. Labenz’s life. You have to pay the price for hurting his parents!”


    Landon looked at Harper with a severe expression and unsheathed a knife from behind his waist.


    A gleam of cold light shed.


    A hand of both Harper and Sam was cut off and fell to the ground. Blood gushed from their wounds.


    “Ahhhhh!”


    They screamed in pain.


    “Get down on your knees and apologize to Mr. Jaber Landon said coldly.


    “Mr. Jaber, I’m so sorry. Please spare me.”


    Harper and Sam peed their pants in terror. They clutched their wrists and kneeled with pained


    expressions, apologizing profusely.


    Landon, the Super yer, was so powerful that they couldn’t afford to defy him.


    Han nced at the blood on the ground and said with a frown, “Go away! Don’t let me see you.


    again.”


    Han and Sam were ted that Han would get them off the hook. They picked up their bloody


    hands from the ground and took to their heels..


    Other hooligans immediately beat it with pale faces too.


    “A bunch of losers!”


    Landon stared after them with disdain in his eyes. Then he looked around and handed Han a card.


    “If theye at you again, call me. I’ll take care of it.”


    “Okay. Thank you,” Han replied.


    “You’re wee. You saved Ms. Labenz. That made you our friend. I have a meeting to attend. I have


    to go. See you around.”-


    Landon shook hands with Han and then got in his car and left.


    On the road, his phone rang. Reign’s voice sounded on the other end of the line. “Mr. Katz, have you


    seen him? How do you like him? Do you think he’s qualified to be my bodyguard?”


    Immediately after the nended, Reign sent her subordinates to check Han’s background. When


    word came back that someone was bullying Han’s parents, she instantly sent Landon to help.


    them.


    Landon nced at Han in the rear mirror and replied calmly, “He fights well, but it remains to be


    seen whether he’s good enough to be your personal bodyguard.


    “We can’t be too careful given the tensions in the family recently. Don’t rush into any decision.”


    Reign couldn’t argue with that.


    Han looked at the Rolls-Royce until it went out of his sight. He then tossed Landon’s card away.


    As the Mercenary King, he was too proud to ask anyone for help.


    Charlie and Felicia were so relieved to see those guys finally leave.


    They slumped to the ground, huffing and puffing with sweat all over their foreheads.


    After a short while, Felicia rose to her feet and hurriedly pulled Han into the house, closing the door


    behind them.


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    Charlie sat down on the sofa and lit a cigarette. ring at Han, he grumbled, “You little punknded


    us in hot water even before you walked through the door.”


    “Dad. I’ve taken care of everything.”


    Han felt sorry when he nced at his father’s grey hair and added, “I promise to find a secure job


    and take care of you when you’re old and ill. I’ll get married and have lots of children. You’ll have lots.


    of fun with them.”


    Charlie stiffened, his gaze locked on Han. The emotions in his eyes changed.


    The younger Han would never say such things.


    Charlie felt warm, and his eyes became watery, but he kept a gloomy face and grumbled, “You smart-


    mouthed douchebag. I won’t believe you until the day you carry out your promise.


    “You said the same thing eight years ago, but you left home, and we never heard from you again!


    “You’d better keep your promise this time, or you never have to call me Dad again!”


    After finishing his words, Charlie darted Han a hard look and stomped out the door.


    “Charlie, where are you going?” Felicia asked.


    “I can’t stand the sight of him. I’ll go get some fresh air.”


    With the cigarette between his lips, Charlie covered the wound on his head with his hand and hurried


    out.


    Once the door was closed, tears streamed down his face.


    “It’s the cigarette. I’m not crying,” he slurred.


    Charlie wiped his eyes and scurried off. He didn’t want Han and Felicia to see him shed tears.


    Eight years had passed. His son came back alive and had changed so much. He was blissed out and


    couldn’t hold back his tears.


    Felicia saw that and let out augh. “It’s fine to cry. It won’t make him any less of a man.”


    “Mom, what’s wrong with Dad?” Han asked.


    “He’s mad at you for disappearing for eight years. Noi a day went by that he didn’t worry about you. He


    missed you a lot and med you for not calling back.”


    Felicia chuckled and continued. “But don’t get him wrong. Heshes out at you, but deep down, he


    cares for you more than anyone else. He often wept at night at the thought that you might have


    suffered a lot and gotten pushed around by others after leaving home. He’s just too proud to speak. his


    mind.”


    Hanughed after hearing that.


    His father was cute in his own way.


    “By the way, who was that guy called Landon Katz? He’s your friend?” Felicia suddenly asked.


    “No. He came to return a favor on someone else’s behalf.” Han shook his head.


    Then he told Felicia what had happened between him and Reign, but he saved the gunshot and killing


    part.


    Felicia listened to him with a grave face and remarked, “He took those men’s hands without blinking. I


    don’t think he’s a good guy. You should stay away from him.”


    “Okay,” Han agreed.


    “All right. You must be tired from the journey. Go to your room and have some rest,” Felicia said.


    Han nodded and walked to his room.


    He froze when he pushed the door open.


    His room was exactly the same as he’d left it eight years ago.


    On the desky his pencils, middle school textbooks, stickers, the slingshot, andic books…


    Even the yellowed posters of movies and celebrities he’d once loved were still on the wall, bringing


    back many memories..


    Besides, the room was spotless. It was apparent that some often cleaned it.


    Looking around his old room, Han felt a lump in his throat, and his eyes turned teary.


    “Your dad said this is where you belong. No matter where you went, you’d eventuallye back.


    home. So he doesn’t allow your siblings to use your room and keeps everything the way you left them.


    He doesn’t want you to find this ce strange when youe back,” Felicia said.


    Han felt mixed feelings because of those words, and tears blurred his vision.


    Putting down his duffel bag, he sat on his bed and touched the quilt.


    All those familiar stuff gave him a sense of belonging


    It was what it felt like to be home. His mind was put at ease.


    It felt so good!


    Han smiled.


    After putting away his things, he walked out and asked, “Mom, I send money home every month. Why


    didn’t you use that money to buy some new furniture?”


    “You sent money home?” Felicia looked confused.


    “You didn’t receive it?” Han was surprised.


    “No.” Felicia shook her head and said they hadn’t received a penny from Han in the past eight


    years.


    Han’s eyes darkened. “Mom, has Den visited you and Dad in the eight years?”


    Den Jackett was the guy who had helped Han send money home. He was from this


    neighborhood too, and Han trusted him.


    “No I heard that he went abroad and made a fortune. He came back three years ago and started a


    foreign tradepany and a real estatepany. Bothpanies are worth tens of millions now,”


    Felicia shook her hand and said dryly. “Why would a big boss like hime to visit poor people like


    us?”


    Han’s eyes became colder.


    Den had been working as a dishwasher, bartender, and waiter abroad. None of those jobs could


    earn him a fortune. At times, Han needed to give him money to help him scrape by. It didn’t make


    sense that he was so rich now.


    Den had helped him send money home every month, but it turned out that Han’s parents hadn’t


    received a penny.


    The answer was obvious. Den had kept the money for himself.