"No, no, no, you're so young, don't get so angry. My name is Meng Laode, you can just call me Uncle Meng from now on!"

The old man in all white twitched his lips, thinking to himself that this was a tough little brat to deal with. Instantly, he moved swiftly and appeared on Fang Zong's other side without making any visible movement.

He grabbed both of Fang Zong's hands and shook them vigorously: "As the saying goes, those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts. Little Zong, don't take the FBI's brainwashing stuff seriously! Our Eastern Kingdom's Ghost Killing Team is a legitimate national unit. Everything is done according to proper procedures, and there will absolutely be no personal grudges or favoritism! We also have the best resources, including training grounds, coaching guidance, potential development, data retrieval, and so on. Most importantly, everyone is like family, and everyone is super enthusiastic and easy to talk to. Just treat our Ghost Killing Team like your own home!"

Fang Zong was a little confused; this whole explanation had left him bewildered.

"In short!" Old Man Meng concluded, "Our Ghost Slayer Team is nothing like the FBI League of Legends. There's not so much backstabbing or hierarchy. We're all family. If you need anything, just ask this old man!"

Fang Zong was even more confused: "The Ghost Killing Team?"

"It's the relevant department in Dongguo!"

Old Man Meng chuckled: "When the ghost energy revived, we didn't have a name, so the FBI called us the relevant department of the Eastern Kingdom. As for ourselves, we called ourselves the Ghost Killing Team. We do nothing but kill ghosts. Are you relieved now?"

Fang Zong's lips twitched. He had heard of the relevant departments.

According to the FBI's intelligence, they were a bunch of thugs, a bunch of ruffians, a bunch of shameless bastards.

But it seems that besides slaying ghosts, they really don't do anything else.

"Alright, let's call it a day!" Old Man Meng waved his hand towards the distance, then grabbed Fang Zong and said, "Go on, go on. Now that you're back, I'm not worried anymore. I won't disturb your family reunion. Hehe, you'll have plenty of work to do in the future!"

Old Man Meng's smile was particularly lewd.

Fang Zong went upstairs with doubts. When he turned the corner, he saw an old face with a sweet smile. He thought to himself, "What a cunning old fox."

Old Man Meng watched Fang Zong leave, then slapped the young man on the forehead: "I told you to get lost whenever you saw Fang Zong, why didn't you listen? Did you want to give him a hard time? Do you know he really wanted to kill someone just now!"

"I wanted to curse his mother too!" the young man muttered.

Old Man Meng's eyes widened immediately, then he chuckled and said, "There are people in Taiwan who also throw their mothers around."

"Well said!" the young man laughed heartily.

Old Man Meng looked at the young man with a smile and said quietly, "And then, that opportunistic guy had two hundred and six bones broken by the Yang family."

"Tch, nepotism!" The young man remained stubborn, his eyes flashing slyly, looking for trouble.

Bang! Old Man Meng slapped him again, his voice filled with exasperation: "Why don't you understand? The fact that the Yang family is protecting him proves that he might not be an FBI agent sent to infiltrate our ranks, that he might be a true patriot, and that he's capable! If we find out he's not a problem, I'd even like him to join our Ghost Slayer Team! You dare to cause him trouble? What, are you itching for a beating? Want to have a go? You think you can beat him?"

"I can still grow..." After being asked three times in a row, the young man immediately deflated.

"It's done, isn't it? He won't dare to cause trouble for Xiao Zong anymore." Old Man Meng immediately turned around and spread his hands.

Seeing that there was nothing in front of Old Man Meng, the young man was startled. He slapped his forehead, and a vertical eye that looked like a fiery red talisman appeared.

Then he saw a very beautiful classical woman carrying a doll.

"A demon?" The young man gasped, feeling a sharp pain in his teeth.

"Little devil, feed him." Lin Qiaoyu pointed at Laura.

"Big ghost, I'll eat it." This time, he pointed to himself.

“Evil spirits and those who band together, Fang Zongyao.”

After saying that, Lin Qiaoyu floated upstairs.

"He...he...he even brought a demon to serve him?" The young man was almost scared to death.

"If someone can become a big shot in a place like San Francisco, what's a few evil spirits to him?" Old Man Meng pulled out a purple clay teapot from somewhere, took a sip, and glanced at them sideways: "You get it now? One of the ghosts under his command could wipe out a whole group of you."

Before even entering the house, I saw my family.

They were playing cards inside, and his mother had to serve him, making tea and offering cigarettes, but when she knew Fang Zong was coming back, she didn't care about anything else.

She looked Fang Zong up and down, wiping away her tears.

"Hey, Ah Zong's back!" As soon as he entered the house, a woman in her fifties came over and ruffled Fang Zong's hair. "The overseas returnee is finally back. How's it going? What degree? Oh well, no degree is any use. This damn current situation, suddenly, overseas returnees are worthless!"

Fang Zong just smiled. What they said was true; overseas returnees were no longer valuable.

After the global destruction of firearms, it is clear that the strength of the East has increased dramatically. Before the government has even spoken, the people are already saying, "Our country has become powerful!"

With more people and more talented people, we'll have more foreigners coming to study here in the future!

"Xiao Zong, don't pay attention to your Aunt Liu, she has such a foul mouth!" Another woman who looked to be around thirty years old came over. She was quite pretty, but Fang Zong knew she was fifty years old.

"Hello, Aunt Mei." Fang Zong smiled.

Aunt Mei and Aunt Liu were my mother's best friends for over twenty years.

The people in the card room are all old friends, but none of them are as close as these two. So, when they knew he was coming back, they stopped playing cards and left the other two to join in the fun.

Aunt Mei held Fang Zong's hand and said with a smile, "Good, good, it's good that you're back. Tell Auntie about your plans for the future?"

"I'm planning to..." Fang Zong began to think.

He had seriously considered his plans after returning to China.

Going to work at the hospital is out of the question; he's gotten used to a free life. He might as well open a clinic instead.

Fang Zong looked around again and thought to himself that it was time to get his parents a new house.

But there's one problem: he has no money!

The FBI pays a high salary, but he went back to the US, so whether he'll get paid is a problem. The properties can't be sold, and they haven't been rented out yet...

"Tch, it's your aunt's fault for being nosy. You just got back and haven't even had a chance to rest yet, why are you thinking so much!"

Aunt Mei touched her mouth and said with a big smile, "Xiao Zong, you don't need to think about anything. I've already talked to your mother, finding you a partner is the most important thing! I've already picked out a girl for you, a flight attendant, she's very pretty! We'll let you meet tomorrow at noon!"

"Um, Aunt Mei, I haven't found a job yet!"

Fang Zong was stunned. Find an ordinary person? Wouldn't Sophia come and kill him?

"It's settled then. With Xiao Zong's looks, figure, and education, if she dares to look down on you for not having a job, Auntie will give her a piece of her mind!"

Aunt Mei ran off to play cards with a big smile.

Not long after, "Hey, a perfect hand! The first time in my life!"

A group of people ran to see Aunt Mei's spectacle.

Fang Zong: "...Lin Qiaoyu, get over here right now!"

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