Traveling through Thailand

He couldn't hear the system's inner complaints. When he sensed a large group approaching, he stood up, picked up a dagger beside him, and prepared for battle.

He was surprised when he saw the leader.

Pete was also taken aback when he saw the blood-soaked figure before him. But since he had a mission to complete, he first had his men patrol the area to see if there were any enemies hiding in the shadows. He then led a few men to check on the pink-clad teenager and the injured bodyguards. The remaining men began to clean up the bodies on the ground, fearing that anyone who was still alive might wake up and fire a weapon.

After a while, Pete came out with his men and looked at Tu Cha with a complicated expression. He began to doubt whether the information he had previously found was a smokescreen. Otherwise, how could this innocent graduate become like this after not seeing him for a while?

The young man in pink walked up to Tucha and said, "Come back with me first. My father also wants to thank you personally for your help."

Before Tu Cha could reply, another wave of people appeared.

They were still relaxed and immediately pulled the people behind them to protect them, pulling out their pistols and pointing them at the crowd coming this way. When the crowd approached them and saw who was coming, Pete frowned and put down the gun in his hand: "It's you."

The leader ignored him and looked at Tu Cha, who was covered in blood. "Master Tu Cha, we received a message from the eldest master and are here to take you back."

Hearing their names, Tucha raised an eyebrow. He was certain he didn't recognize any of the people across from him, yet they were able to accurately call out his name. Furthermore, when they appeared, the system in his brain indicated that these people were here to pick him up.

At this moment, he had reason to suspect that this body must be of some importance. With the system's assurance, Tucha walked straight towards them. As he walked, he thought to himself: It seems this body still holds many secrets.

He thought that after he met the young master they were talking about, he would ask about the whole process of the matter. But he didn't expect that he would faint after entering a black nanny car.

Besides the driver, the only person in the car was a book floating in the air.

The book circled around Tucha a few times and looked at the driver: "Let's create a new body. This flesh body can't hold him."

"Okay. But first, clean the bloody smell off him. Otherwise, even if I erase his memory, he'll still remember what happened today."

"Alright." A halo of light emanated from the small ladder, and wherever the beam of light passed, all the blood-red marks disappeared. After checking everything and making sure nothing was missed, he touched the non-existent sweat and said, "It's done."

The driver, concentrating on driving, didn't look back. He checked the navigation and drove towards the next turning. "Have you dealt with the person who escaped?"

"Don't worry, when he chose to escape, he had already chosen how to die."

The driver glanced at the arrogant system through the rearview mirror and said: "Well, falling to death from a tall building is indeed a good idea."

When his method was guessed, he lowered his hands on his hips and asked, "How did you guess that?"

"This method is the most convenient."

When Tucha woke up again, he was already in his room. He rubbed his sore arm and said, "Hiss, what's going on? Why is my arm so sore?"

Sitting up from the bed, I opened the curtains and looked out at the pitch-black night. "No way! I slept all day! No wonder I feel so uncomfortable. I slept for such a long time."

After sighing, he rubbed his stomach, which had been playing the empty city plan, and said, "Forget it, let's get some food first to satisfy my stomach."

He was leisurely making instant noodles for himself on one side, while on the other side a serious negotiation was taking place.

"I'm very sorry that my younger brother was in danger because of my son's matter. Thanks to my younger brother's help, my son was able to escape this crisis. To express my gratitude, I hope you can accept these small gifts I prepared." As he finished speaking, several bodyguards holding gift boxes walked out of the door.

"I know these gifts may not appeal to you, but if we give them out, they will be enough to attract others to grab them."

One gift box after another was opened, revealing not only pearls and gems but also various calligraphy and paintings by famous figures. Unfortunately, the person across from him only glanced at them and didn't even glance at them again. He rubbed his thumb and index finger together, raised his eyes to meet the other person's, and stated the main purpose of his visit.

"No problem. I've figured out the whole story. It was mainly because my brother was dazed while walking that he followed you. As for the apologies, there's no need. I came here mainly to hope that when you see him again, you won't mention what happened today."

"Oh? Why? According to the information relayed by my subordinates after they returned, your brother's abilities aren't as strong as yours, but he's still half as strong as you."

"We hope he can live a normal life. We are the ones who will bear the brunt of this violence."

"Hahaha, it seems your family loves him very much. Okay, since you came here in person and asked for it, I will pass on the order on this matter."

Having achieved his goal and heard the answer he wanted to hear, he stood up and said, "Now that we've settled the matter, I'll take my leave."

"it is good."

When he left, he passed by one of the bodyguards, paused for half a second, and then continued walking towards the door.

After watching the people leave, the young man in pink slumped in his chair as if he had no bones. "Wow~ This aura... is so scary." Even scarier than when his father was angry.

"He's really young and promising." The man sitting on the upper seat glanced at his two sons next to him and sighed in his heart: Alas, if his sons had half of his ability, he wouldn't have to work so hard to pave the way for them at this age.

It’s true that comparing yourself to others will make you feel nauseous, and comparing goods to others will make you throw them away.

"Find out who is going to attack Tian Kun?"

The butler standing nearby stepped forward and said, "If the direction is correct, they are the same group of people who came to discuss the port shipment issue with us yesterday."

"Hmph, since you dare to take action, you must be prepared for retaliation. Go ahead, they don't need to show up again."

"Yes, sir."

The matter was almost resolved. The middle-aged man looked at his eldest son and sighed, then looked at his second son: "Kinn, you are fully responsible for this matter."

"Yes, father."

After the meeting, Pete was assigned to Tian Kun. He had thought about going to find Tu Cha after his shift change, but even though the order had been issued, he still wanted to see him in person.

Plans can't keep up with change. A week had already passed by the time he appeared before Tucha again. During that week, besides spending every day with Young Master Tiankun, playing, joking, and watching romance dramas with him... When she was alone, the image of him covered in blood lingered in her mind.

Finally, he had a half-day break. The real reason was that Master Tiankun had stayed up all night and was still sleeping. He took advantage of this time to come to Tucha's shop.

He walked up to the second floor, knocked on the door, and waited for a while. A minute later, he heard footsteps coming from inside.

"Pete?"

Seeing someone he hadn't seen for a long time appear at the door, Tu Cha was surprised for a moment, and then quickly let him in.

After welcoming the person in, I poured him a drink and put a lot of snacks in front of him: "Um, I just woke up, please wait a moment." After saying that, I hurried to the bathroom.

The moment Pete saw him, he could tell from his clear eyes that he didn't look like someone who had killed anyone.

"Doesn't he remember?"

Thinking of the words that man left that day, his eyebrows subconsciously frowned: Did he forget it, or did he bury it deep in his eyes? The most important thing is, after killing so many people in a short time, it is impossible for him to act like nothing happened in such a short time.

His mind raced, wondering if he was pretending or if he had forgotten.