Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before Dragon Slaying

Chapter 1053 Dad’s Life (Two in One, please subscribe!!!)

Whether it was the night when the man disappeared or the night when he saw him again, it was like a dream, but one dream was very far away, and the other was very close... After seven years of chasing, Chu Zihang was afraid that what he expected would be shattered.

In everyone's eyes, Chu Zihang is decisive and focused, but in fact, he is also a person who worries about gains and losses. Because of this fear, he is so stubborn... Everyone has such an insecure side in their hearts, even someone like Chu Zihang who seems cold and indifferent to others. Because he really cares too much about certain things, he unconsciously reveals his childish side. Because he cares, he is afraid.

"Uncle Chu is fine, don't worry." Lu Mingfei glanced at Chu Zihang's side, "He is not far from you. We moved a bed down. You can't turn your head now so you can't see. Uncle is lying on the bed and asleep."

Chu Zihang listened carefully and really heard a light snoring sound coming from his right side. This snoring sound was actually quite familiar... Chu Zihang was complained about by his mother countless times when he was a child, and he also dreamed of the sound of a man snoring. Hearing it after many years still made him nostalgic and feel at ease.

So the images in his mind were not dreams or illusions, but real. After seven years, he finally caught up with the man and snatched the important person in his life back from the hands of "God".

Chu Zihang still wanted to see the man's face, so he stubbornly turned his head to the right, not too far, but a second later there was a crisp sound coming from his shoulder.

"Brother, there are no outsiders here." Lu Mingfei touched the bone of Chu Zihang's shoulder and helped to reset it. "If it hurts, just scream. There's no need to endure it."

Chu Zihang took a deep breath.

"The bite from your uncle was quite heavy, and it hurt the bone, but it's not broken or fractured." Lu Mingfei straightened Chu Zihang's shoulder bone and patted him on the shoulder. "When the boss was carrying you and running away, he bumped you into someone's electric bike. I think your shoulder bone is dislocated and a little misplaced."

Chu Zihang looked at Caesar.

"The police were chasing us closely. They thought you were involved in a human trafficking case, and I was a trafficker or a terrorist. They kept shouting from behind, 'Put down that bleeding man quickly'... Oh, by the way, your chest was still bleeding all the way, so it was hard for us to get rid of the police. When you were crossing an alley, you were hit by a delivery man on a bicycle." Caesar shrugged and stuck his chin out at Finkel. "It's not my fault. The alley was too narrow. The delivery man kept apologizing, and I thought he was quite sincere, so I let him go. I thought you wouldn't mind, right? After all, it was Finkel who provoked the police."

"Hey, hey, hey, why are you dragging me into this again? It's so unfair of you guys!" Finkel protested.

"That doesn't matter." Chu Zihang didn't care much about his dislocated shoulder. He was obviously more concerned about something else. "How long will I be unconscious?"

"Probably less than six hours." Lu Mingfei replied, "In fact, we just finished our work, because we had to hide from the police at first, and then we had to treat your injuries and Uncle Chu's injuries. The city is quite far from here, and there are so many of us, so it's quite inconvenient to move around."

"Thank you for your help." Chu Zihang's tone was very sincere. This sentence was not only directed to Lu Mingfei, but to everyone.

"Brother, you are being so formal again." Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes. "You didn't rest for long. Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"No thanks." Chu Zihang shook his head slightly. He looked at Lu Mingfei, a little hesitant, "Can I ask you for a favor?"

Lu Mingfei looked at Chu Zihang's expression and sighed softly... Having known Chu Zihang for such a long time, he really knew this senior brother too well. Many times, he could tell what Chu Zihang was thinking just by looking into his eyes.

"Actually, I really want you to rest for a while. Although your injury is not fatal, you look really bad." Lu Mingfei paused, "But since you have asked me so, can I still refuse you?"

Lu Mingfei knew that he couldn't win against Chu Zihang, so he put his hands under Chu Zihang's back and gently lifted him up from the bed... Of course Lu Mingfei knew what Chu Zihang's request was. After so many years, he certainly wanted to see more of his father whom he had finally reunited with.

Lu Mingfei placed Chu Zihang at a suitable angle so that he could lean against the wall, and also gave him a pillow to support his back. From this angle, Chu Zihang could actually catch a glimpse of the man lying on the bed out of the corner of his eye.

The man was lying on a portable spring bed with a Simmons mattress on it to prevent it from feeling too hard. The man seemed to be accustomed to sleeping on such a simple, cheap and narrow bed. His sleeping posture was not very good, and he snored not too loudly, looking like he was soundly asleep.

The man's weathered face was full of wrinkles, but in fact his facial features were very three-dimensional, and one could vaguely see the edges and handsomeness of his youth. It was mainly his messy hair and unshaven chin that obscured his appearance, but it also made him look more masculine.

The man was covered with a grey Persian blanket. Deep and shallow wounds could be seen on his shoulders that were exposed through the blanket. Some were old wounds from long ago, while others were very recent and still covered with bandages... Some of these wounds were even more serious and fatal than the ones he had left on Chu Zihang. It was unknown whether they had existed before Chu Zihang was born, or were acquired after he became "Odin".

I’m afraid the man himself can’t remember it. Of course, Chu Zihang never cared about it before.

Looking back, except for those few short years in his childhood, he had called the man "Dad" only a handful of times, and he had never looked at the man's face so carefully in his memory. So much so that after the man disappeared, he had to force himself to think about that face, which was not very clear to begin with, over and over again every night to make sure that he would not forget it in the next few days before he could fall asleep peacefully.

But I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t seen him for too long, or if the man has aged a little over the years, but when I saw this face with my own eyes, I always felt that it was a little different from what I remembered... Chu Zihang looked at the man’s face quietly. He looked at it for a long, long time, so long that he recalled many things from his childhood and was a little dazed.

Chu Zihang looked at the sleeping man's face without saying a word. Lu Mingfei and the others were tactful enough not to disturb him. The huge house was completely silent, with only the sound of the exhaust pipe rumbling in the corner of the ceiling... Lu Mingfei and the others were actually very concerned about Chu Zihang's condition, but they restrained themselves from looking at Chu Zihang, especially Lu Mingfei. In fact, he understood Chu Zihang's feelings very well.

If it was his father or mother lying next to him, Lu Mingfei would also be eager to jump up from the bed and see him, not to mention that he was injured, even if his neck was broken, he would want to turn his head to see... Although his father and mother could not be said to be dead or alive, they were actually almost missing, not to mention Chu Zihang and Chu Tianjiao, a father and son who had experienced life and death separation?
All the dead kids have a soft side deep down, but they usually like to hide it. Some hide it shallowly, some hide it deeply, and Chu Zihang is one of those who hide it very deeply. But his feelings are actually no less than anyone else.

It was unknown how much time had passed before Chu Zihang slowly came back to his senses. He shifted his gaze away from the man's face and looked around.

"You just said that this is... Dad's room?" Chu Zihang asked softly.

"Yes." Lu Mingfei nodded and said, "I just told you, brother, we are in the northern suburbs. This was a heavy industrial zone that we once vigorously developed here, but it was later closed down. This park once belonged to Media Asia Group."

"Media Asia Group?" Chu Zihang muttered to himself. The name sounded very familiar.

Chu Zihang remembered that the man's job was to drive for the boss of Media Asia Group. The Maybach nominally belonged to Media Asia Group. He had investigated information about the company before, but did not find anything useful. He later learned that the man's job as a driver was just a superficial job, but he never thought that the man would live in an industrial park that used to be Media Asia Group... and he never expected that this house would be so unique.

"But..." Chu Zihang frowned slightly, as if there was something he didn't understand.

"Brother, you must be thinking, uncle used to be a driver, but this place doesn't look like a driver's residence at all." Lu Mingfei looked at Chu Zihang's eyes and took the initiative to explain, "If this room was discovered, the things inside would have been sealed or looted long ago, but it is well hidden, and the entrance is in a very hidden location. We are in a very deep basement, and there is another room above it. There is only a bed and a few simple living furniture, and there is not even a wardrobe. That is the dormitory of the driver of the nominal CEO of Media Asia Group."

Chu Zihang understood instantly that the life of a driver is just what a man does for others to see, it is just a role he plays in his complicated life, but in fact he has very high requirements for the living environment and quality...So under the simple driver's dormitory, there is a different world, such a spacious basement, which is the real living space for a man.

The tone of voice said that this was a mansion rather than a basement...Except for the lack of windows and marble and tiles, this place was cooler and more tasteful than any mansion Chu Zihang had ever seen.

This room has everything, including a sleeping area, a fitness center, a shower room and a workbench. In the space of hundreds of square meters, these places are divided in an orderly manner. There are ink-colored crystal chandeliers, colorful enamel mirrors, brown deer hair carpets, gray granite tabletops... Everywhere you look, all the decorations and items reflect the unique taste of the owner of the house.

Chu Zihang saw on the table the antique-like gramophone that he had seen when he was a child...and of course there was also a wall of original vinyl records behind the gramophone.

Most of these records are out of print, and if they were sold, they would definitely fetch an unimaginable astronomical figure... If these records are so precious, is that phonograph really a piece of junk?

A person who pursues music and quality of life so much would never allow his perfect record to be repeatedly rubbed by a rusty needle... So Chu Zihang guessed correctly that the phonograph was also a valuable antique, or at least a fine work of art.

How could an ordinary driver with ordinary income and a moonlight clan complained by his wife have the spare money to buy a valuable handicraft phonograph? I still remember one year, the man suddenly gave my mother a sapphire pendant, a Persian sapphire. When they divorced, the lawyer authenticated it and it turned out to be real, worth six figures. The man did not explain where it came from. In short, he said that it was a gift from him and he did not want a penny after the divorce.

But if you really ask him, he would probably make up a lie and say that his boss bought it for his mistress and then broke up with her and just gave it to him. Men are always like this, they can always cover up any lie, even though it sounds exaggerated and bizarre, so my mother always says that she has no idea which of his words are true and which are false.

There are actually many contradictions like this, but Chu Zihang didn’t notice them when he was a child.

Chu Zihang saw the guns. On the workbench, there were not only pistols, but also shotguns hanging on the nail board on the wall. The man must be good with guns, otherwise there would be no need to build a workbench specifically for modifying guns.

In addition to guns, there are also knives. There are all kinds of knives in the display cabinet, including Tang swords, Japanese swords and even Nepalese machetes. These knives are not just for collection. Knives that have killed people always have a "bloody aura". Chu Zihang has seen Yuan Zhisheng using a knife, and he has also seen men using knives. His unparalleled elegance and majesty are not inferior to any Japanese knife masters.

The smallest dumbbell in the fitness area weighs 50 kilograms, and the barbell's weight is close to the Olympic record. On the floor, you can see sweat stains left over from years and months that cannot be washed off. It is hard to believe how self-disciplined a person must be to achieve this level.

There were many, many things in the room. They were beyond Chu Zihang's expectations, but also reasonable... After Chu Zihang knew the man's true identity, these things were no longer surprising.

This is a man with wind in his blood. He is cold and elegant, with unique taste, but not bound by any worldly affairs... until Chu Zihang's gaze stopped at a corner of the room.

There were many photo frames placed there, some of which had photos framed in them, some were empty, but more photos filled the table and the frames could not actually hold so many photos.

A beam of headlights illuminated the photos from top to bottom, and Chu Zihang saw two most familiar faces in those photos.

Mom, and himself.

Those photos spanned nearly twenty years, from before he was born, to when he was a child and could remember things, to after his parents divorced.

(End of this chapter)