"You've taken the black pills, are you conscious? Have you gone mad?" Fu Tu asked coldly, his hands behind his back.
He stared at the brightly lit area in front of him.
I dreamt of my past life.
Even though he was a eunuch, countless beautiful women threw themselves at him.
He wasn't interested in any of them.
Only...
What is the only thing?
Futu frowned.
He disliked the situation where his memories were not under his control.
His gaze fell on Chen Jing: "Let's go and verify the identity of the black pill. It's not a non-toxic substance; it's a maddening thing. It's not that it doesn't exist in this world, and there are even many varieties. Those people are so sure it's a black pill, so they must be eyeing this thing."
"Is that so?" Chen Jing walked behind Futu and rubbed his face.
Standing behind a small child, he was completely at a loss.
It was as if he were an old eunuch following behind the emperor.
His blank face reflected the inferiority complex that came with having seen the world.
Only by following God's predecessors can one feel that they are not fools.
Fu Tu entered the Yi Hong Courtyard, listening to the singing and dancing inside, and his gaze fell on the second floor: "Was it here back then?"
“Yes, young master!” Chen Jing nodded.
The pagoda has moved to a different position.
Sitting in the seat.
He was about to take off his straw hat when he suddenly paused. Sitting by the window was a very familiar person.
Lu Daishu!
Lu Daishu, who used all the money from the Lu family to study, is now surprisingly in a brothel.
Tsk!
Futu found it interesting.
At the same time, he thought of Lu Dashan, who was imprisoned in the Xuanyiwei prison.
Everyone thought he was dead, but only he knew that Lu Dashan was still alive.
Upon hearing the two words revealed in Lu Daishu's words, Futu smiled. He never expected that Lu Daishu would know about poppies.
This is not something that an ordinary person can easily know.
His cousin seemed to have grown a lot since they last met a few months ago.
He's grown up in Lucheng and can no longer be contained.
...
On the other side.
Su Jiaoniang, who had just woken up, heard the call of a cuckoo outside.
His eyes snapped open, and the sleepiness on his face vanished in an instant.
She jumped out of the room and saw a man in black standing outside.
This person was dressed the same as the people on the ninth and eleventh days of the lunar month, but had an extra blue stripe on his belt.
This thing must be a marker indicating the hierarchical division of positions within the Black-Clad Guard!
Lu Wujiu nodded, and the man left.
Su Jiaoniang asked, "What happened?"
“Futu has come to the provincial capital. He seems to have his own little secret. Do you want to know?” Lu Wujiu asked.
They were all people who were woken up by the sudden call of a cuckoo in the middle of the night. At this moment, Lu Wujiu's voice still had a deep, magnetic quality, husky and alluring.
Especially on spring nights, the wind is slightly cool, yet carries a hint of warmth.
It's quite addictive.
Su Jiaoniang stared at his bobbing Adam's apple.
For a fleeting moment, an impulse arose within him to bite off Lu Wujiu's Adam's apple.
Don't eat it!
This isn't a chicken foot!
If you bite it off, the person will die.
"The little secret of the Buddha?" Su Jiaoniang felt a little uneasy.
She didn't know her son's secret, but Lu Wujiu did.
Oh……
He was richer, more powerful, and more influential than her. He could mobilize the Black-Clad Guards, while she could only access the orphanage. Perhaps she could gather some information there in Lucheng, but this was the provincial capital.
What do I want to know? What do I want to do?
It simply won't work.
Su Jiaoniang has never wanted her own team as much as she does now.
She wanted energy that belonged solely to her, an organization.
Just like the anti-drug squad of the previous generation, we share the same beliefs and the same pursuits. We live under the red flag, bathed in the blood of our predecessors, and carry on their legacy.
Keep moving forward on the path of faith.
Even if my head is severed, even if a bullet pierces my chest, even if my soul vanishes from the world, my pursuit of ideals and beliefs will never change.
May there be no drugs in the world!
There is no buying or selling!
Seek out people who uphold justice and form your own team.
Not everyone needs to be a highly skilled fighter.
All you need to do is obey the organization and strive for your ideals.
"What are you thinking about?" Standing opposite Su Jiaoniang, Lu Wujiu clearly felt that the woman's soul was burning.
It seems that the initial inspiration for her work was reignited just as it was about to fade away.
Those bright, dazzling eyes were stunning and beautiful!
"I'm thinking about my career, my direction." Su Jiaoniang doesn't want to be a couch potato anymore.
She should stand up.
Where there are poppies, there are righteous people who will eradicate them.
She looked at Lu Wujiu: "Futu is your son. Don't let him become an idiot. Go see what he's doing, what he's encountered, and then come back and teach him carefully."
"Good!" Lu Wujiu smiled as he saw the woman entrust the child to him with peace of mind.
Heading towards the brightly lit, bustling area.
Su Jiaoniang returned to her room, picked up a brush, and wrote her beliefs on paper.
Transcribe down the organizational rules and regulations she endorsed.
After numerous revisions, it was finally modified into a version that perfectly fits this world.
Those who fight drug trafficking must have unwavering faith, perseverance, and an uncompromising determination.
By the time Su Jiaoniang finished writing, it was already dawn outside.
Lu Wujiu returned from outside, followed by Futu and Chen Jing.
When Futu saw Su Jiaoniang, he called her "Mother" in a sweet and soft voice. The coldness on his face, the sinister look in his eyes, and the indifference to the lives of the world in his heart all disappeared.
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