Chapter Thirty-Three: Dragon Clan Bloodline.

  With a nervous heart, he went upstairs and Ling Fei gently took out the key, looking at the keyhole, his heartbeat gradually speeding up. For the first time, for the first time back in his own home, he was so tense that Ling Fei couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh.

  "Open the door, what's wrong?" Murong Shimei stood behind Ling Fei, waiting patiently, unable to see Ling Fei's expression, and didn't know what he was thinking, urging him.

  "En? Ah! En, it's open." Ling Fei muttered a few words, gritted his teeth and inserted the key into the lock, turning it with force, opening the door.

  When the door opened, Ling Fei closed his eyes in despair, feeling his heart beating at a rapid frequency. A moment later, the expected noise did not come, and Ling Fei curiously opened his eyes to look inside. The room was empty but very clean, so clean that it didn't surprise Ling Fei much, after all, with two women at home, if it were dirty and messy, that would be abnormal.

  But there was no one at home, and Ling Fei couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat.

  "Isn't this clean enough? Why are you saying it's messy?" Murong Shimei looked from behind Ling Fei towards the door, asking in surprise.

  "No, nothing, maybe I remembered it wrong, I cleaned the house last time. Hehe, hehehe..." Ling Fei awkwardly laughed a few times and quickly made way for Mu Rong Shu Mei to enter the house.

  She walked into the house, dropped her bag on the sofa, kicked off her high heels and stepped onto the spotless floor, then sat down at the edge of the sofa with her hands propped up on either side, swinging her feet.

  Ling Fei looked at those delicate little feet, swallowed his saliva, and thought to himself: "I finally understand why those foot fetishists are so crazy, these feet make every man want to touch them..."

  Murong Shimei swung her white and tender feet, looking around the room with a smile; "It's indeed much cleaner than when I first came." Thinking of the first time she came to Ling Fei's house, Murong Shimei couldn't help but think of the scene where Ling Fei saved her at the bar, and a faint smile appeared on her lips. After looking around for a few more seconds, she turned her head to look at Ling Fei who had just closed the door; "Where's Xiao Ling? Didn't you say he was home?"

  Ling Fei was stunned for a moment, and then his heart began to curse; "It's over, why did you bring the kid with you when you left?!"

  In my heart, I resent Mi Yue and Sima Ke'er, but on the surface, I replied: "En... a friend of mine has a tutor at home, I think it's not good to always let Xiao Ling follow me. So I sent her to my friend's house. Cough cough..."

  Murong Shimei nodded understandingly and didn't think carefully about it. Otherwise, she would have definitely found a loophole in Ling Fei's words.

  "Alright then, when are we going to pick her up? I'll buy some groceries tonight and cook something nice for the two of you to eat..." Murong Shimei smiled lightly.

  Ling Fei had already begun to be distracted, and from then on, he didn't hear a word of what Murong Shimei said. He was only thinking anxiously in his heart about how to explain things when Sima Ke'er and Mi Yue returned.

  ……

  Just when Ling Fei was in a precarious situation, he had unknowingly attracted attention.

  Beijing, the capital of the country, at this moment a group of people are gathered around a very ordinary mansion's conference room table, looking at the table full of scattered photos, their faces solemn, no one knows what they are thinking.

  An elderly man who looked frail and worn out had his hands resting on the armrests of a recliner, his eyes closed, and his chest rising and falling slowly.

  The old man wore a gray hemp robe, looking simple yet elegant, with a hint of detachment.

  A circle of middle-aged men sat around, their faces all cautious and waiting for the old man to speak.

  There were also a few young people who looked obedient on their faces, but the arrogance that flashed in their eyes from time to time still exposed them.

  A young and fashionable girl, wearing a red leather jacket, sat obediently in the chair, occasionally glancing at the various photos on the table, with a mischievous smile playing on her lips, but it was quickly hidden away.

  "Ling Fei, Big Brother? Looks like a fun person."

  The girl stared at the photo of Ling Fei slapping down the bandit's thug, thinking to herself.

  Just as a group of people were anxiously waiting, the old man finally opened his eyes, and it could be seen that there was a hint of excitement and agitation in his eyes.

  "Are you certain he is the son of Yuan Er?" The old man's voice was very deep and gave people a sense of security.

  A middle-aged man wearing glasses immediately stood up; "Well, it's confirmed, he is the son of Big Brother, named Ling Fei."

  "Soar, soar to the sky, fly among the nine heavens... Ah, Yun'er, your heart still remembers this home..." The old man's voice trembled as he picked up a photo of Ling Fei with a bright smile, stretching out his hands to gently stroke the image.

  "Have you found all the information?" The old man gently put down the photo, calmed his breath and said in a low voice.

  The middle-aged man pushed his glasses and nodded; "The information has been found, Ling Fei was captured by a heterodox organization to be transformed into a heterodox killer, code-named Zero. He had once stirred up a bloody storm in the heterodox world, but later he escaped from the organization with seven unfinished experimental products and went to Shanghai, which happened to be three years ago."

  As he spoke, the middle-aged man pulled out a document from the package of documents prepared by his side and took a look. "After that, he began to stir up trouble in Shanghai's underworld, or it can be said that he was a flash in the pan, and then disappeared, renting a house in a remote apartment district, where he spent three quiet years in Shanghai."

  The middle-aged man quickly finished speaking and looked at the old man, as if waiting for instructions.

  The old man's hand trembled slightly, his tone filled with a cold murderous aura; "What I want to know is, why did those three ants in Shanghai want to kill my grandson!"

  It seems that the middle-aged man had already thought of this point, and quickly turned to the next page of the file; "All of this was because of a girl, it has been verified that Ling Fei had a romantic relationship with her, and the two seemed to have registered, but later Ling Fei cancelled it by some means. There is a short period of time blank here, and then I found out that someone hired an ability user assassin to ambush Ling Fei, and that girl died after blocking one attack for Ling Fei..."

  "Get to the point." A cold glint flashed in the old man's eyes.

  "The youngest son of the Murong family, Murong Ao had his eyes on this girl and began to use underhanded means to tarnish her reputation. Ling Fei was so enraged that he crippled him... Ah... Then the Murong family started their revenge."

  "You've done well, with a bit of Young Master's style." The old man seemed very pleased with Ling Fei's move to get rid of Murong Ao. The meaning behind this move was something everyone could guess - it meant cutting off his descendants and severing his roots.

  The middle-aged man nodded and turned to the next page; "We investigated the organization that took away Ling Fei, but later only found two words 'Hell', this organization seems to be very mysterious, but in the heterodox world, it doesn't have much reputation."

  "Well, I think that's all for now. It's about time I went to see my great-grandson." The old man nodded with a smile.

  "By the way, Xiaxia, has your precious son returned?" The old man cast his gaze towards a stately and elegant woman.

  The woman hastily got up; "Father, he is back."

  "Ah, I heard he also stayed at the school where Ling Fei teaches. Let him come to the study and talk about that school later." The old man rubbed his tired eyes and waved his hand.

  The woman's face lit up with joy, and this sentence already proved that her son had a chance to rise to power. Knowing the old man's habits well, she understood that being summoned to the study for a talk was proof of promotion.

  The woman was the first to leave the conference room after hastily expressing her gratitude.

  When everyone in the conference room stood up one by one to bid farewell to the old man and left the conference room, the old man finally stood up and walked to the window of the conference room, looking at the scenery outside.

  "Yuan'er, Father is sorry to you. If Father wasn't so stubborn back then, you wouldn't have died at the hands of others..." The old man said with a sorrowful face and a soft murmur.

  As he spoke, the old man's fists clenched tightly, and a chilling killing intent flashed in his eyes; "Your son is the heir of my Dragon Clan, I will never let your bloodline be harmed!"

  The old man's palms had bled from excessive force, his fingernails deeply embedded in the flesh.

  ……

  Of course, Ling Fei did not know all of this. At this moment, he was still worrying about the little things in front of him.

  "It's beautiful, no need to sell vegetables, right? I think it's better for us to order takeout." Ling Fei said with a bitter face, looking at Mu Rong Shi Mei who had already changed into her slippers and was preparing to go out to sell vegetables.

  Murong Shimei shook her head; "How can that be, you also have to come with me, and pick up Xiaoling on the way back for dinner."