Free Web NovelChapter 2528: Chapter 1592: Zhou of the Xia, Shang, and Zhou Dynasties (6k!)
"Hey, did you cause trouble for my sister again?"
A night of boundless autumn moon.
Boss Jiang was lounging at home, casually holding his phone for a video call.
No, not with some pretty wife or concubine. Pfft, where would you find a concubine? It’s modern times, polygamy was abolished back in the Republic of China.
In the video, it was clearly that little rascal, Martial Saint.
When Boss Jiang left the East Sea, he wasn’t around; he went back to Sichuan and Shu for vacation, and now the holiday must be over.
Look.
People do grow up.
A rebellious little brat like Martial Saint, on par with the rebellious Three Temples Sea Society God, raising a ruckus against his own father, now knows to visit home often.
Jiang Chen still remembers the first time he followed Lan Peizhi home and saw this kid’s behavior.
An eighth grader, flaunting an air of arrogance without any restraint.
What is time?
The answer can be found on this kid’s face.
"Don’t randomly accuse, perhaps there’s someone brave enough to provoke your sister, but I don’t have that capability."
Jiang Chen was modest, but whether he actually had that capability wasn’t up to him to decide.
The eyes of the masses are sharp and fair is within people’s hearts.
"You do."
Martial Saint’s tone was quite firm, otherwise, why would he use the word "again"?
Since it’s "again," that means it’s happened before, right?
"What’s up with your sister again?"
Look.
There’s clearly the word "again," isn’t there?
This kid was so certain, there must be a reason.
"My sister just came by asking where you went; her demeanor was like a butcher preparing to slaughter a pig. Lucky you’re not here, otherwise... tsk tsk."
In the video, Martial Saint smacked his lips, with a look of indescribable tension and urgency, vividly depicting the tense and critical scene at the time.
Actually, there’s no need to imagine.
The reputation of Blood Guanyin’s style is well-known, and Boss Jiang has witnessed it firsthand.
In Korea, those ferocious thugs dropped like straw, arms and heads flying everywhere.
That’s what the Sichuan-Chongqing T-Rex is all about.
He was lucky, had good fortune, and ran fast.
If it were someone else, there’d be grass several feet high on their grave.
"Your sister came?"
"Yeah."
Martial Saint earnestly reminded, his heartfelt concern palpable even through the phone screen, "Brother, you’d best not come back in the near term, avoid the heat."
Avoid the heat?
Hasn’t he been avoiding it long enough?
All he did was clap his butt once, it’s not like he’s missing a piece of flesh, is it necessary to hold a grudge like this?
Well, granted his chest doesn’t have ample room, but surely it’s not this small.
Jiang Chen, who often survived dramatic events unscathed, began re-evaluating the severity of that slap in the alley in his Drum Lane courtyard home in Kyoto.
Of course.
Facing Martial Saint, he certainly wouldn’t let slip, otherwise the glorious image he’d painstakingly established would be shattered in an instant.
"Finished your homework?"
He changed the subject.
Actually, Boss Jiang was probably overthinking it; if Martial Saint knew what he’d done, perhaps he wouldn’t curse and scoff—the image of Jiang would likely become even grander in Martial Saint’s mind.
"What homework, we’re discussing serious matters!"
"Studying is serious business."
Martial Saint was about to reply, but suddenly, his gaze changed for some reason, shifting and staring behind Jiang Chen.
Honestly.
Fortunately, it wasn’t late; it was barely past eight.
Plus, since Boss Jiang firmly believed in atheism, otherwise he might’ve felt a bit spooked.
"What are you looking at?"
"Brother, get up, there’s a spider!"
Martial Saint shouted, pointing at the camera.
Boss Jiang only then leisurely turned around, indeed, a thumbnail-sized spider was quickly climbing down the wall.
He casually grabbed a book from the couch and swung it toward the wall.
"Whack."
The wall shook, dust dancing under the light.
The spider was certainly not spared, squished into paste.
Look.
For the lower-level creatures, those at the top of the food chain held absolute command, life and death at merely a wave of the hand.
Having dispatched the creature barehanded, Boss Jiang calmly wiped the spider’s remains and blood from the book with a tissue, then put it back as if nothing had happened.
"Brother, where are you?"
Martial Saint watching, witnessed the whole ordeal of a higher-dimensional creature easily exterminating a lower-dimensional one.
The spider likely never knew why a mountain violated gravity laws and inexplicably flew towards it.
Even less did it know someone could effortlessly swing a mountain.
"My home."
"Your home?"
Martial Saint’s eyes widened, "Brother, are you kidding? Are you sure it’s your home, not a shelter?"
Without exaggeration, in their village, he had never seen such a shabby house.
Villagers took pride in appearances, such dilapidated wall conditions were definitely not allowed.
"..."
It was indeed a bit awkward.
But who was Boss Jiang, going from rags to riches, never ashamed of a modest household.
"It’s normal for a house to age over time. This house is older than you."
"Brother. Is this really your home, where you grew up?"
"Yeah."
"Get up, take a stroll, let me see."
Martial Saint’s eyes flooded with intense curiosity.
"What’s there to look at, before your sister succeeded, your place couldn’t have been much better. Go do your homework."
Martial Saint ignored this.
He couldn’t recall his home’s condition before his sister succeeded, he was too young then, no impression left.
"I know why you haven’t brought Sister Shurui back yet. Brother, you’re feeling inferior."
Martial Saint confidently asserted.
Jiang Chen couldn’t be bothered to argue with the kid, "Where’s Sister Shurui? Is she home?"
"Miss her? Heh, Sister Shurui’s not home, she went on a date."
