Airplanes weave through the clouds.
The sky was so blue, without a single cloud, as if all impurities had been filtered out, shining brilliantly. Sometimes, it resembled the full wings of a large bird, with clouds as white as feathers floating on the ground.
Fang Zong didn't close his eyes at all, and didn't even say a single word to Lin Qiaoyu.
It wasn't because of the scenery, but because of an indescribable, even unbearable, weight in my heart.
He felt like each day was an eternity.
I checked my watch after getting off the plane, only to find that—only fifteen hours had passed…
"Joan of Arc, you said it wouldn't take a day to get from San Francisco to Taiwan, but I feel like there's such a big difference."
Fang Zong looked at the land before him, his eyes gleaming.
It was so hard to suppress the urge to kneel down and kiss the earth!
Lin Qiaoyu had already knelt down and kissed the airport floor, which had been cleaned but was still dusty.
One stood, the other knelt, and neither spoke again.
But in other people's eyes, Fang Zong was just a person with a stiff smile, staring blankly at everything in front of him.
"Brother, you've been out for too long, haven't you?" A middle-aged man patted Fang Zong on the shoulder.
Fang Zong nodded and continued standing.
After waiting for seven or eight minutes, I finally lifted my foot, took my checked luggage from the conveyor belt, and walked out of the airport.
The air outside suddenly felt fresh. Outside the airport, in the parking area for waiting people, there was a black, very official-looking vehicle.
Someone rolled down their car window, looked at the long line of luxury cars in the distance, and spat out, "Which nouveau riche is back?"
"It's someone from the Yang family, probably Yang Xiaoliu has returned."
The man in the passenger seat, wearing sunglasses and smoking a Donghua cigarette, glanced sideways at the twenty-odd luxury cars and said in a drawn-out tone, "How could a little punk like Lei know the power of the Yang family? We're not to be trifled with. Let's show off our strength and bully this guy from out of town. He'll try to cause us trouble!"
As he spoke, he saw a man in a black coat in front of him, took out a photo to look at, and then kicked open the car door and got out.
Fang Zong had already left the airport. There were flights from both the Baodao Airport and the airport in the suburbs of his hometown, Shancheng, but the earliest flight was still two days away, so he needed to find a hotel to stay in.
He was looking around when suddenly a hand stopped him.
"I am Lei Jiusa!"
The man in sunglasses flashed his ID, then put it away before Fang Zong could see it clearly. He flipped open his sunglasses, glanced at Fang Zong, and said, "I'm the leader of the Special Operations Group of Taiwan. I know who you are, a high-ranking official in the FBI, but without power, I'm warning you, either get out of here now, or behave yourself in Taiwan."
"I'll be leaving soon," Fang Zong said with a smile.
The start was unfriendly, but the FBI doesn't have a good reputation, so it's normal for someone in my position to be warned.
Fang Zong was very happy that he didn't get a "You son of a bitch" in response.
"Damn it, get the hell out of here!" Lei Jiu spat and turned to leave.
But at that moment, a ghostly woman appeared out of nowhere, grabbing Lei Jiu's neck with one hand.
Meanwhile, more than twenty luxury cars, their tires swaying and smoking as they screeched against the ground, surrounded the area.
A woman dressed in a black suit, black pants, and black high heels got out of the car, holding a wheel-like axe against Lei Jiu's stomach.
"Joan of Arc, let go!" Fang Zong said.
Lin Qiaoyu didn't care about how Fang Zong addressed her, so she let go of his hand, stepped back to Fang Zong's side, and stared at the woman dressed in black.
The woman looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old, with well-proportioned muscles and a pretty face; her figure was like that of the best ballet dancer.
Suddenly, he swung the wheel-shaped axe in his hand, sending Lei Jiu flying more than ten meters away. Judging from the sound, all the bones in his body were shattered.
Fang Zongxiao asked, "Did you go too far?"
"Go easy on him, he won't live for more than a few days."
The woman in black said nonchalantly, "This kid is a notorious opportunist. Before 1997, he said that the other side was nothing. After Taiwan returned to China in 1997, the Fangshi Association had close ties with the Dao Alliance there, but he kept stirring up trouble, trying to cling to the other side and crush this side. Now, the Fangshi Association doesn't care about him anymore."
"You're not even going to do anything about being haunted by a ghost?" Fang Zong had already noticed the deathly aura on Lei Jiu's face.
The woman in black planted the axe in the ground: "What's it to you? He's coming over here to step on you because he wants to show his loyalty to that side. You're an FBI agent, aren't you?"
Fang Zong shook his head and sighed.
Stepping on him is seen as a sign of loyalty. Does that mean I'm committing treason or a crime against humanity?
He smiled at the woman in black and asked, "And you are?"
"Let's talk after we get in the car!"
In the middle of the twenty-odd luxury cars was an extended Rolls-Royce. A woman sat inside, placed the axe beside her, and the entire car lurched downwards.
As the car started, she curiously sized up Lin Qiaoyu for a while, then handed Fang Zong a cup of tea and said, "I am from the Yang family of Taiwan, the current head of the family, Yang Yuying, and Yang Xiaoliu is my son."
"Pfft!" Fang Zong was drinking tea and almost spat it out.
I am thirty-five years old this year.
Yang Yuying seemed to be used to this phenomenon and laughed, "The women of our Yang family have been using all kinds of strong Chinese medicine to strengthen their bodies since childhood. You are a doctor, so you should know that when fire stagnates in the meridians and blood does not circulate, only women, who are naturally yin, can become warriors who can take on a hundred men, and also look younger."
Fang Zong raised an eyebrow: "A military general?"
“Unlike military generals, you are extraordinary, we are ordinary, and it has been like this for hundreds of years.”
Yang Yuying shook her head and said, "Of course, don't underestimate us. Even though we're in Taiwan, before 1997, whenever anything happened there, we would go there with our weapons. So after 1997, only the Yang family could openly swagger between the two sides. Xiao Liuzi said that you and he are friends, and I'll guarantee you won't be bullied in Taiwan!"
"And then?" Fang Zong lowered his head and took a sip of tea.
"I hope you stay in Taiwan."
Yang Yuying said seriously, "Since you're back in China anyway, why don't you stay? I'll give you a villa and bring your family over. You can..."
"Retire?" Fang Zong chuckled.
"If I ask you to do something for me, would you be willing?" Yang Yuying became even more serious.
"I'm not willing," Fang Zong replied decisively.
"That's right!" Yang Yuying laughed heartily. "So I picked you up just to do my part as a friend to Xiao Liuzi. If you need anything, just ask. No need to talk about lending money!"
Fang Zong: "..."
Yang Yuying had already prepared the plane tickets, but since there was still more than a day before the flight, she held a banquet instead.
It's a villa in the mountains, and the surrounding hills are all within the Yang family's villa area.
The hospitality was excellent, including providing the ghost that Lin Qiaoyu needed.
After Fang Zong finished eating, he saw Lin Qiaoyu holding a few little devils and eating them in a very ladylike manner.
"Are there many ghosts in the country?" he asked.
I'm a little worried.
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