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Early in the morning, the mbers of Wuzang Shengshe got up one after another from their beds.
Excited!
You tell them they could make a million bucks today, and they still wouldn’t get up this early.
But if it’s for Lu Ding?
Call ti is 8 a.m.
They’d be up at 4 a.m. getting ready, so could even go a whole night without sleep.
All about efficiency.
To be blunt, Wuzang Shengshe were all street folk.
Righteousness cos first!
A favor received is a favor rembered for a thousand years.
The great kindness Lu Ding showed them gave them hope for the future, cleared their nas, even landed them a governnt job.
With the 749 Bureau backing them—this towering tree—
Wherever they went, they could stand tall.
This kind of favor, they all felt, they’d never be able to repay in a lifeti.
After 9 a.m.
Outside Yunhai Airport.
Luxury cars lined up, a hundred-man squad in formation.
Lu Ding and Bai Hen walked out from among them.
Originally, the counselor had arranged for them to be flown straight back.
But Lu Ding turned it down.
Since they chose to be high-profile, and the Bureau approved it, then if they acted low-key again—
That’d be wasting a perfectly good pot of vinegar.
They took first class back to Yunhai.
As soon as the cabin door opened,
Lu Ding and Bai Hen turned to glance at each other, catching matching grins.
Then, in sync,
Picked up a sleek little box, pop—opened it.
Took out their sunglasses.
Put them on together.
At that mont, Bai Hen learned from Lu Ding what it ant to wear a truly unrestrained and arrogant grin.
They stood up.
Perfect body proportions, broad shoulders, narrow waists—two totally different vibes, two different kinds of handso.
It was honestly hard to look away.
The two strode forward.
As more and more people gathered around,
The number of glances they drew also multiplied.
That aura on them, walking side by side—
High-class handsoness is a vibe. It’s not about clothes or looks—it’s all about aura.
The sunglasses added a layer of mystery.
All those eyes followed Lu Ding and Bai Hen as they gradually walked away.
Until they reached the airport entrance.
Luxury cars in a row, a hundred n in formation.
Not far off, Yan Feifan, long unseen, adjusted his suit and stood upright, eyes forward.
When the two figures appeared,
The straight line of his tight lips curled slightly upward.
Next to him, Tang Bao and Tang Long, smoking, noticed.
Snuffed out their cigarettes and tossed them into the trash, walking over to stand half a step behind Yan Feifan.
Then ca the call:
“Lu Bro! Xiaobai!”
Lu Ding and Bai Hen stepped out.
Lu Ding crossed his arms on purpose: “Looking sharper than today—who’s the main character here, you or ?”
Yan Feifan jogged over.
Bent slightly and gestured: “Real main characters don’t wear suits outside. Guys in suits outside? Either sidekicks or housekeepers.”
“I’m just dressing up the donkey. It’s not the clothes, it’s who’s wearing them.”
“Hahahaha, you’ve grown up.”
Lu Ding smiled at him.
“Of course, Lu Bro. I’m hungry to improve.”
Yan Feifan looked at Tang Long and Tang Bao—both bowed slightly and called out: “Lu Bro.”
Lu Ding stepped forward: “Let’s go. We’re going ho!”
As they stepped forward, the two bent low. Behind them, Yan Feifan and Bai Hen followed to the left and right.
This scene had countless bystanders raising their phones for nonstop photos.
One shot in particular hit different—taken from Lu Ding’s left, with the luxury car convoy to his right.
He was caught mid-step, smiling wildly.
Before his foot landed, the mont was frozen.
That photo later caused a storm online.
Netizens dubbed it: “This Year’s Most Aesthetic Handso Guy Mont.”
It wasn’t just Lu Ding—Yan Feifan, Bai Hen, Tang Bao, and Tang Long all had their own distinct charm.
The convoy rolled out.
In the car.
Yan Feifan pulled out three cigarettes.
Lu Ding took one first. Bai Hen hesitated—reach out or not?
Yan Feifan shoved it into his hand.
“Just smoke.”
One puff in—
“Cough cough cough cough cough……”
“Hahahahahahahahahahah……”
Lu Ding and Yan Feifan burst into laughter.
They laughed so hard, while Bai Hen frowned at the cigarette in his hand.
Click—
The shutter of Tang Bao’s cara. He’d been told in advance by Yan Feifan to snap this mont.
“Too damn cool!!!”
Yan Feifan reached over to take a look. He and Bai Hen sat on either side of Lu Ding.
He was laughing and leaning forward. Lu Ding looked up, smiling wildly. Bai Hen stared at the cigarette, puzzled.
The picture looked just like the freeze-fra at the end of a movie, right when the MVP screen cos up.
Everyone was there.
If this mont could be frozen, they’d be the ultimate winners.
“Cool—way too cool, Lu Bro. We’ve got to post this to the 749 forum. Let everyone know—you’re back.”
When guys get together, it’s always a blast, as long as the bond’s solid.
No need for twisting words.
One sentence, one gesture—and you’re laughing for minutes.
That’s pure friendship.
Better than anything else—it just fills you with joy.
In the car,
Yan Feifan briefed Lu Ding on the recent situation in Bao Fan District.
Everything was on the rise.
Not a single hitch.
Lu Ding’s fierce reputation kept every outsider in check.
The word “rules” was nailed into this district like law.
Didn’t matter if you were a dragon or tiger—when you got to Bao Fan, you had to coil up and lay flat.
Outside Bao Fan, things happened every day, big or small.
But inside, it was peaceful. Stable.
All factions worked together, everything distributed evenly.
Yan Feifan barely had to run around.
The mont anything stirred, it’d be taken care of by Wuzang Shengshe, Caojia Alley, or the Sihai Group—three local powerhouses.
Hearing this, Lu Ding nodded in satisfaction.
This is how it should be.
Respect? Admiration? Those aren’t as useful as fear.
Once they’re afraid of you, respect and admiration co naturally within the boundaries of the rules.
But if they’re not afraid?
Respect and admiration are just fluff.
Because soone will always want to test you.
Out there, testing might just an causing trouble.
But in Bao Fan District—
Testing only leads to death!
They finally returned to Yunhai 749.
The convoy rolled into the base and parked.
Two familiar faces stood ahead.
One was the upright Li Xuanlong.
The other, holding a box, was Execution Blade—Wen Yuquan.
Lu Ding stepped down and called: “Instructor Li.”
A smile instantly broke through Li Xuanlong’s stern face. He stepped up and slapped Lu Ding’s shoulder hard. “If I wasn’t keeping count, I’d think it’s been years.”
“That kid who fought Si Ming with , now has the guts to take on Earth Observer Realm head-on. You’re even more badass than now, hahahaha.”
“That’s all thanks to you and the other leaders’ guidance.”
Lu Ding replied modestly.
“So humble? That’s not like you.”
Even though Li Xuanlong said that, he was clearly pleased with Lu Ding’s polite tone.
“In here you’ve got your car keys, the materials we prepped for you, and so Bureau stamps—not the high-level ones, but more than enough for dealing with civilians.”
“Your clothes are in the side warehouse. Everything’s been set up for you.”
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