Chapter 6


    Han’s face was glowering, and a murderous glint shed across his eyes.


    No one had the balls to stab him in the back when he was abroad. Even the royals had to think twice


    before they took something from him.


    “Den had no idea what price he would pay when he stole my money,” Han thought in seething.


    anger.


    “Han, how have you been these years?” Felicia asked with concern.


    “Not too bad. Just working at different ces,” Han replied.


    “It must have been hard for you, my son.”


    Felicia put a change of clothes in Han’s hands and caressed his face with an apprehensive look in


    her misty eyes.


    The past eight years had been tough for her, and she believed that life must have been tougher for


    Han when he had to try to make a living in a foreignnd.


    Tears brimmed over and fell down her cheeks when she thought of the hardships Han might have


    gone through.


    “Mom, I’m fine.” Han wiped her tears gently.


    He felt wistful when he looked at his mother’s grey hair.


    “Your clothes are dirty. Go get changed. You must be hungry now. I’ll make something to eat for you.”


    Felicia gave Han a nod and patted his shoulder before leaving.


    Watching his mother bustling around in the kitchen, Han felt very warm.


    He walked into his room and closed the door. Taking off his clothes stained with the hooligans’ blood,


    he took out clean ones from his bag and put them on. He theny down on his bed.


    Being surrounded by the things he’d grown up with made all sorts of feelings well up in his heart.


    It had been eight years since he slept in this room. This bungalow was dpidated, but it was hist


    home.


    “Dad and Mom went through a lot in the past eight years. I’m going to make them live a happy life,”


    Han thought.


    He hade back for a mission his master gave him.


    After getting it done, he had no intention of going abroad again. His parents had aged a lot when he


    was gone, and he felt terrible about that. He wanted to keep thempany for the rest of their lives.


    With that thought in mind, Han took out his phone and called his master. “Master, what is the


    mission exactly?”


    An old voice sounded over the line. “The target hasn’t appeared yet. Just enjoy your life and do what


    you need to do. When the target shows up, I’ll call you.


    “Master, I don’t want to go abroad again. After I finish this task, I want to retire.”


    “Okay.”


    After the one-word reply, the old man hung up.


    Han kept holding the phone to his ear in a daze. He had thought it would take a lot of convincing.


    Chajster 6


    “Is this mission a trap?” he thought uneasily.


    As far as he could recall, all the missions his master had sent him on had been impossibly difficult, and


    each time he’d had to try really hard not toe back in a box.


    Besides, before every mission started, his master would give him special training, making his life a


    living hell.


    But this time, his master told him to enjoy his life, which was confusing and unnerving.


    “The dinner is ready”


    Han was chewing on his master’s words when Felicia called out.


    When Han came out, Felicia had made two dishes and put them on the table.


    At this moment, Charlie came back with more dishes.


    Felicia took them over and put them on tes. Han saw that they were all his favorite dishes: fried


    pork chop, seafood stew, beef stew….


    Han had liked these foods very much.


    “Han, your dad bought them from the restaurant you liked. Eat up,” Felicia waved to Han to take a


    seat and put lots of food on his te.


    Han started eating, and the familiar tastes brought up a lot of feelings.


    These were the same foods he’d enjoyed when he was a boy.


    He couldn’t get enough of the fried pork chop.


    While eating. Charlie nced up at Han and said emotionlessly, “Now that you’re back, just live with


    us. I’ll go find you a job tomorrow.”


    “Dad, I can find a job myself.” Han said.


    “You sure? You were gone for eight years and had no degree. What kind of job can you find?”


    Charlie shot Han a frigid look and added, “Do what I say if you don’t want us to worry about you


    anymore. I’ll find you a job.”


    “Fine. As you wish.” Han nodded resignedly.


    Charlie took a quick look at Han and said nothing more. After dinner, he went out.


    Han soon finished eating and went back to his room. He fished out his satellite phone and made a


    call to Den.


    When he got through. Den’s excited voice reached his ear. “Hey, Han, it’s been a long time since.


    youst called. Do you need to send money home again?”


    What reached Han’s ear with his voice was deafening music and women’s giggles.


    Obviously. Den was on a bender and ying the field somewhere.


    Han’s eyes turned frosty when he heard those sounds. He said with a deadpan face, “Yeah. Where


    are you?”


    Tm entertaining some clients now and won’t return until tomorrow. You have to wait for a day, man.”


    Den said andughed.


    “Where are you and your clients? It sounds like you’re having lots of fun. Maybe I can go there too after


    I go back, Han asked in a casual tone.


    “DepSea Bar. It’s an expensive ce. Nothing cool about it. I came here to cozy up to some rich guys. I


    must go. I’m busy now. See you tomorrow.”


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    Den didn’t get suspicious and hung up after telling Han the address.


    “Sir, DepSea Bar.”


    Han grabbed some change and left home with a sullen face. He hailed a taxi and headed directly to


    DepSea Bar.


    It was a big, famous bar in a four-story building the size of a football field.


    Its entrance was stately and magnificent, like that of a splendid pce.


    Han paid the cab fare and got off the car. His gaze flicked to the bar entrance as he lit a cigarette


    and put it between his lips. He then strode in.


    People were everywhere in the bar, and heavy metal yed at full st.


    Men and women moved their bodies on the dance floor to blow off steam.


    In the booths, many people were reveling in drinking and flirting.


    In dark corners, some men and women were making out.


    Han took a puff on the cigarette and looked for more than ten minutes to spot Den in a booth.


    He was in a crisp suit. His hair wasbed back with hair gel. Surrounded by many girls, he was


    drinking, teasing, andughing.


    When Han met Den abroad, he’d been a dishwasher and gotten bullied quite often. He’d been a


    downright loser.


    But now, Den looked like one of those sessful businessmen.


    No one would doubt that he wasn’t one, given his nice suit, polished shoes, and an expensive watch


    worth tens of thousands of dors.


    “Den, who was the guy just now?” A sultry woman leaned against Den’s chest and asked with a


    grin.


    “Oh, just a foreign client.”


    Denughed and continued smugly, “Let me tell you something. I started my business by making


    money off of him.”


    He pointed at his head and added, “That guy is rich, but he gets a problem here. He sends me money


    every month. Sometimes six thousand dors, sometimes 10 thousand dors. There were even times


    when he gave 100 thousand and 200 thousand dors!


    “I remembered him giving me 1 million dors in the very first month!


    “It’s been eight years, and he’s still doing it.”


    “Wow, he’s a big client.”


    The woman was amazed and pressed herself tight against Den as if he was the oxygen she couldn’t


    live without. She chuckled and asked, “Den, what kind of business have you put all the money he


    gave you in?”


    “Foreign trade, of course. Without that idiot’s money, I wouldn’t have gotten where I am today,” Den


    answered with acent grin.


    Over the years, Han had given him more than 20 million dors. With that money, Den started. a


    foreign tradepany and a real estatepany. Life had never been so easy for him.


    Why foreign trade and real estate?


    Actually, what kind of business he was in didn’t matter at all because the money Han gave him.


    every month was enough for him to live a luxurious life.


    Han had been abroad and had no idea what was happening at home, which made Den believe


    he could keep using his money without being found. He’d opened thosepanies to make more


    money to be closer to the upper-crust circle.


    “So I’ve been taken as an idiot all this time?” Han hissed.


    With his face taunt with rage, he walked to the booth, hauled up one of the women opposite Den,


    and pushed her out.


    Then he sat down and locked his piercing gaze on Den’s face.


    He didn’t say a word and stared at Den quietly, with waves of wrath rippling off him.


    Den went all white with dread and shot to his feet. In a quavering voice, he asked, “Han? W-


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