Chapter 1803: The Hero Returns 1

The daze lasted only a moment; he quickly reacted and effortlessly subdued Boss He.

By the time the police arrived, the wounds on Boss He's body had already been simply bandaged, and he was bound with a very thin Rope.

He was struggling hard, but no matter how much he tried, he could not break free from the restraints.

"Not bad, kid, well done!" The old man beamed, first checking to see if he was injured, and after finding he was fine, he landed a heavy punch on his chest... wait, something was wrong, why did his fist hurt?

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The Chief's office.

The blinds were drawn, but that did not stop many police officers from gathering outside the window, using all sorts of methods to eavesdrop and peek.

It was mainly because they were too curious.

An hour ago, many people had witnessed that miraculous scene.

A Rope as thin as a strand of hair could be used as a cable.

Bullets fired at him rebounded and injured the person who fired them.

A single leap of seven or eight meters could break several world records.

This was what everyone had seen, and what about what they hadn't seen?

Inside the office, Yulong was also showing these devices to the Chief.

"Incredible, simply incredible..."

The Chief stroked the items, which looked ordinary but were all quite miraculous, saying words similar to what Yulong had said earlier: "If only everyone could have one of these, we would never have casualties again, and no one would ever have to sacrifice themselves in vain again..."

Those were all vibrant, living lives.

They were his comrades, his brothers, his juniors... several smiling faces floated before his eyes.

He grabbed Yulong's hand and said, "Please ask your mother to come here; I want to speak with her in person... No, wait, let's hold your commendation ceremony first!"

Yulong's commendation ceremony caused a sensation throughout half of Jiangzhou and the entire police force.

For a student who hadn't even graduated from the police academy to take down such a large criminal syndicate in such a short time was, in itself, a particularly eye-catching matter; his deeds made the news, and countless praises poured in, yet his family appeared very calm.

Chen Family Village.

The Gu Family members were still doing what they usually did; no one dared to mention Yulong in front of the Village Chief.

But that did not stop them from whispering and discussing it in private.

"What do you think is going on? Isn't it a great thing that his son received a commendation? Why won't the Village Chief let anyone mention it?"

"You still dare to bring it up? I just mentioned it in front of his wife yesterday, and the Village Chief grabbed a broom to beat me, saying that Yulong has nothing to do with his family..."

"I can't figure it out, that's his son!"

Someone reminded them: "Adopted son, not his own flesh and blood."

Someone immediately scoffed: "So what if he isn't his own flesh and blood? He's been raised as his own since he was little, so he is his own."

"Exactly, that child is also heartless; now that he's successful, he doesn't even come back..."

It had already been several days since Yulong received his commendation, yet he hadn't even returned home; it was impossible for people not to have gossip.

People were still wagging their tongues when they saw Yulong had returned.

He was wearing a police uniform, full of spirit, carrying several bags of various sizes in both hands.

The people who had just been gossiping immediately shut their mouths when they saw Yulong and greeted him with smiles.

"Yulong is back?"

"Oh my! Our village's great hero is back!"

Yulong also smiled and greeted everyone one by one: "Yes, Auntie, I'm back."

"Third Uncle, your health is still quite robust, eh? You should smoke a little less."

"Fourth Great-Uncle, where are you going? At your age, you shouldn't be farming; it would be better to stay home and enjoy your retirement."

He was just like he always was, not looking down on anyone just because he had received a commendation and was now a hero.

This was the Yulong everyone was familiar with; his hair had been dyed back, the tattoos on his body had been washed off, and he was smiling and polite to everyone he spoke to.

The villagers surrounded him, asking after his well-being and asking him to tell stories of his heroism.

He really wanted to go home immediately to see his parents, but he was blocked by the enthusiastic villagers, and it wouldn't be good to just walk away.

So he gave a brief account and finished.

"Uncles, aunts, and aunties, I need to go back to see my parents; can we talk again when I have time?"

"Go on back, good child."

Someone also kindly reminded him: "Yulong, your parents seem to still be angry with you; I'm afraid it won't be easy for you to get through the door."

"Okay, I know, thank you, Fourth Aunt."

Yulong wore a warm smile on his face, but in reality, he was very nervous inside.

It was impossible not to be nervous; he had also been very apprehensive when he returned.

This time he had angered his parents deeply; he feared he really wouldn't be able to get through the door.

But no matter how difficult it was, he had to coax his parents into being happy; everything he did was a last resort, and Yulong believed that if he explained his hidden difficulties to his parents, he would be forgiven.

The closer he got to home, the more apprehensive he felt; he feared it wouldn't be that easy.

Finally, he arrived home.

The courtyard gate was tightly shut, which was unusual.

The family didn't usually close the courtyard gate unless there was no one home, but if there was no one home, there would be a padlock on the gate.

The courtyard gate wasn't locked; it had been bolted from the inside.

His parents must have known the news of his return to the village; knowing it but still not welcoming him meant they were still angry.

He raised his hand, just about to knock on the door, but after a moment's thought, he didn't.

Yulong took off his jacket, folded it neatly and placed it on top of the gifts, and then climbed over the wall.

The courtyard wall was not very high; when he was a child, he used to climb over it back and forth with Yubiao for fun, so what did a locked door matter?

It could not stop him.

Inside the room.

Gu Zhihao and Shi Yuke were huddled together beneath the window, pricking up their ears to listen to the movement outside.

After Yulong entered the village, a villager called him immediately, and then the couple locked the courtyard gate!

They would not let him in.

That's right, they were still angry.

Yulong had not turned bad, but had been working undercover among the bad guys, and had even taken down the entire gang; the couple already knew about this.

It would have been hard not to know, as first their relatives and friends called them, and then television and the internet reported it in all sorts of news.

Yulong had instantly become a news figure, even more sought-after than a celebrity.

The couple knew he was an undercover agent, yet they still could not understand why he had to curse his family like that.

Back when the couple returned from Bar Street, Shi Yuke had been so angry she fell ill, nearly losing half her life, and it left a lingering ailment: she got a headache whenever Yulong was mentioned.

The fact that Yulong was an undercover agent left the couple with mixed feelings.

That the child had not turned bad and was still a good person was something that brought them great comfort, but the words he had used to curse Shi Yuke back then still weighed on their hearts and could not be cast aside.

These were two separate matters.

Nianyin was indifferent, saying Shi Yuke was being pretentious.

As long as the child is fine, what does it matter if you suffer a little grievance?

You have no idea what kind of life the child lived out there; it was walking on the tip of a blade, where one careless move would lead to total destruction, and you're still being pretentious—I'll beat you to death!

This crazy woman was driven away by Gu Zhihao; in any case, the more people praised Yulong, the angrier they became.

He had become a hero, yet he didn't even return home or come over to apologize; did he expect them to offer a warm face to a cold butt?