The next morning, Luke was woken up by an angry roar.
Opening his eyes, he saw Linda's face, full of rage.
Recalling his experience of kneeling and calling her "Daddy" last night, his expression immediately became strange.
"You bastard, what did you do to me last night?"
An enraged Linda was like a mad little she-wolf, clutching his collar and refusing to let go.
Luke said helplessly, "Let go first, okay? I'm not wearing underwear.
If you rip my clothes, we'll be seeing each other in the raw."
"Whether you're wearing clothes or not makes no difference to me.
Tell me, what unspeakable thing did you do to me last night?
Why does my head hurt so much?"
"Don't accuse me wrongly.
You fainted on your own, it had nothing to do with me.
If you don't believe me, go check the surveillance footage yourself."
Luke broke free from her grasp, yawned, and walked into the bathroom.
Linda, full of suspicion, ran to the surveillance room and pulled up the video.
After watching it, she became even more puzzled.
The unconsciousness was caused by the skeleton; its eyes seemed to have superpowers.
No, that's not right!
In my memory, I think I called someone "Daddy," but it wasn't shown in the video.
Did I dream of my father?
Unable to find an answer, Linda sat on the sofa, her eyes fixed on the skeleton in the corner, deep in thought.
Luke, having finished washing up, walked out of the bathroom and said with a smile, "I'm going home today.
Want to come along?"
"Not interested!" she paused, then said with a hesitant expression, "Last night, did I talk in my sleep?"
"You did!
You called out 'Daddy' several times.
It seems you miss your father very much."
The girl's eyebrows twitched slightly, a little uncertain.
"I really called out?"
Luke suppressed a laugh, nodded solemnly, "That's right, I heard it very clearly.
You said it in Kryptonian, 'Daddy!'"
Linda: "…"
Why do I have an urge to hit him?
Why is this urge getting stronger and stronger?
That damn bastard, he must have done something to me!
To uncover the truth of last night, Linda decided to follow Luke.
However, her face was longer than a donkey's, and faint red lights occasionally gathered in her light blue eyes.
Clearly, she sensed something, but had no evidence.
With such a human nuclear bomb following him, Luke could only suppress his smile and feign seriousness.
Exiting the underground base, they were met by a black BMW.
A white middle-aged man, nearly 1.9 meters tall, with a muscular build and a buzz cut, stood by the car.
Seeing the two of them, he quickly walked over.
The middle-aged man's expression was cold, and strange lights occasionally flashed in his emerald green pupils, as if a flame was burning within them.
A casual glance gave people a bone-chilling coldness.
He stopped three meters in front of Luke, nodded slightly, and said with utmost respect, "Hello, young master."
"When there are others around, call me boss!"
"Understood, boss!"
Luke introduced him to the girl, "Adam, my driver and assistant."
Linda looked him up and down.
When she saw those glowing green eyes, her body stiffened, and for a moment, she had the illusion of her soul being stripped away.
Who is this person?
What terrifying eyes!
Luke asked, "Are all the things ready?"
"Everything's ready.
Thirty-six gifts have already been sent home."
"Mm!"
Luke nodded slightly, opened the car door, and sat in the back seat.
The BMW started, carrying the three of them to the North District of Starling City… Eight years ago, a special name appeared in Starling City—Young Master Xiao.
This name, full of ancient Chinese classical style, spread like wildfire in the North District.
Initially, no one cared about him, believing that the so-called "Young Master Xiao" was just a joke made by some gang leader.
Six months later, no one dared to disregard him, because those who did had all disappeared.
Young Master Xiao was neither a good person nor a bad person; he was a protector for many, and also an inescapable nightmare for some.
Although many people didn't know who Young Master Xiao was, what he looked like, or what his real name was, his methods and the rules he established were widely known.
No drug use, no drug dealing, no robbery, no rape!
These four rules were engraved like nails in the hearts of everyone in the North District of Starling City.
In some ways, they were similar to laws, but they possessed a ruthlessness and iron-bloodedness that laws did not.
Those who broke the law would at most be sent to prison, as Starling City had no death penalty.
But those who broke the rules would be thrown into the sea to feed the fish.
Consequently, those who broke the rules disappeared, and everyone began to abide by them, including the police.
They even became the biggest upholders of the rules, and also the biggest beneficiaries.
Under the protection of these rules, the North District of Starling City shed its previous dilapidated and chaotic state, becoming a commercial hub in the West.
It had the most complete work system, welfare system, and education system.
Even homeless vagrants could find shelter and a job to make a living, and even orphans without parents could receive the most comprehensive education.
The prerequisite for all of this was that they abide by the rules.
Walking on the increasingly prosperous Chinatown, looking at the bustling crowds around him, Luke smiled, "You know, I'm actually a rule-abiding person."
Linda secretly curled her lips.
If you were rule-abiding, there would be no criminals in the world.
Despite her thoughts, she still looked out the window, observing the scene: clean and tidy streets, exotic buildings, smiling passersby, and live music performances occasionally appearing around the corners.
All of it gave her a completely new feeling.
It was lively and peaceful, but the key was that inexplicable sense of security.
Linda had never experienced this feeling in any other city.
"Is this where you were born?"
Luke nodded.
"Most of my time before this was spent here.
However, Chinatown wasn't like this before; it was a chaotic place, a den of iniquity.
Every day, shops were robbed, people used drugs, people dealt drugs, and fights and provocations were countless.
I didn't like it, so I changed it into what it is now."
Linda's expression froze, and she said incredulously, "You changed it!
Don't joke, how is that possible?"
"What's impossible about it?"
Luke shrugged indifferently, took out a cigarette from his pocket, then remembered he was about to see his grandfather and quickly put it back.
"Ultimately, there are more good people in the world.
As long as you establish benevolent rules from a position of strength, they won't object, and will even uphold them.
As for those who don't abide by the rules, just make them disappear."
"When the bad people disappear, what's left are the good people.
Then, through certain economic reforms, welfare reforms, and educational reforms, life naturally gets better and better."
Luke spoke simply, but listening to him, Linda felt a different meaning.
"How did you make those who didn't abide by the rules disappear?"
"There are many methods.
The worst is to drive them out of Starling City, never to return.
Labor reform is also an option.
Of course, I personally prefer to throw them into the sea to feed the fish."
"That's a permanent solution."
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