Outside, Luke was an invincible tiger, always the one causing trouble, and no one dared to provoke him.
But back home, the tiger turned into a cat.
There was nothing he could do; after all, the old man in front of him was his maternal grandfather and paternal grandfather, who had raised him since childhood.
In front of him, Luke could only sheathe his fangs, tuck his tail, and obediently act like a cat.
"You finally decided to come back!"
A booming voice echoed through the hall, full of vigor.
Luke's expression brightened; it seemed the old man was fine.
"Have your wings hardened? Can't I control you anymore?"
"You've been away for months, not even a single phone call.
What do you want to do? Change families? Disown me as your grandfather, is that it?"
"Fine, I'll let you disown me, I'll let you change families!"
"I'll whip you to death!"
The old man roared, picking up the leather whip from the table.
With a sharp crack, the long whip, like a dragon, flew towards him.
Luke jumped in fright, not bothering to explain, and quickly dodged to the side.
The whip landed on the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.
"You dare to dodge! You're rebelling against heaven!"
"I'll let you dodge, I'll let you not call!"
The old man was in a rage, his arms flailing wildly, making the long whip seem like a blur of blades and swords.
Unfortunately, he was old, and his strength was lacking; after a few swings, he started to pant.
Luke clutched his rapidly beating heart and said with a fawning expression,
"Grandpa, please don't whip me anymore, it's not good for your health.
How about I give you a shoulder rub? My technique is excellent, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
"Get lost! You little bastard, I'm not old yet, I have plenty of strength."
Luke quickly chuckled, "You're not old at all.
Your arms are strong and powerful, much better than those useless greenhorns.
They're just silver spears and wax arrowheads in front of you, good-looking but useless."
"Grandpa, we haven't seen each other for so long, I've missed you.
How about we sit down and chat?"
"Chat my ass!"
The old man glared at him furiously, then his eyes darted, and he changed his mind.
"If you want to chat, you can, but let me whip you twice."
Luke gritted his teeth, "Go ahead, I won't dodge."
"Are you really not going to dodge?"
"I won't!"
"Good, you said it.
If you dare to dodge, you're a little bastard."
The old man raised the leather whip and swung it horizontally.
It looked fierce, but the speed wasn't fast, using at most half his strength.
Just as the whip was about to land on his calf, Luke lightly jumped and dodged it.
The old man froze for a moment, then instantly became furious.
"You little bastard, didn't you say you wouldn't dodge?"
"I didn't dodge!"
Luke's face didn't flush, and his heart didn't pound as he cheerfully explained, "Your whip was too strong, the wind it generated was like a hurricane, blowing me away.
I really didn't want to dodge, but I had no choice."
"Grandpa, after a few months, you've gotten even stronger.
You're practically the reincarnation of King Chu and Li Sanlang."
The old man: "..."
Luke gave an awkward laugh and suggested in a low voice,
"If you still feel upset, whip me again.
This time, I promise I won't dodge."
The old man's cheeks twitched violently, his expression constantly changing, like a classic scene from an old movie.
A moment later, he threw down the whip and let out a long sigh.
"Alright, get over here!"
Sigh!
Luke quickly responded, carrying his gifts and trotting over, placing his hands on the old man's shoulders, kneading them gently.
"You've gotten thinner after a few months.
What do you want to eat? I'll cook it for you myself."
"Oh, please.
Your cooking is so bad even dogs won't eat it."
Luke was immediately embarrassed, but fortunately, he had a thick skin, and one shameless remark followed another.
Before long, he had the old man laughing heartily.
The old man wasn't actually angry; he was worried.
His grandson had been away from home for several months, not even a single phone call.
Was he alive or dead? How was he doing? Had anyone bullied him (though that was unlikely)?
There had been no definite news.
Worry turned into anger.
This unfilial son, away for so long, not even a phone call.
Did he really think he was a lone wolf?
When he came back, he would definitely give him a good whipping.
But the moment he saw him in person, all that anger vanished instantly.
Grandparents always have a special affection for their grandchildren, and Luke had been raised by him, so their bond was far stronger than with his other children.
"Grandpa, I was wrong this time.
I promise you, there will definitely be no next time.
To thank you for your care, I specially prepared five gifts."
As he spoke, he took out an exquisitely packaged iron box.
When the lid was opened, a rich tea aroma wafted out.
The old man's eyes lit up, "Mingqian Longjing!"
"Grandpa certainly knows his stuff.
It's premium Mingqian Longjing, which I specially had someone bring over from Huaguo.
There are three cans in total, enough for you to drink for several years."
He put down the iron box and picked up the sandalwood box below.
Opening the box, a beautifully decorated old-fashioned hunting rifle appeared before his eyes.
The rifle was exquisitely crafted, every detail almost perfect, clearly the work of a master.
The grip was inlaid with gold patterns, and the purplish-red barrel had a cloud-like pattern.
The three colors of red, gold, and black intertwined, giving a unique visual impact.
The old man reached out and stroked the gun barrel a few times.
A faint tactile sensation came, reminding him of his wild youth.
Luke smiled, "Want to try it out?"
The old man picked up the hunting rifle, examining it carefully, becoming more and more satisfied the more he looked.
"Let's go, push me to the backyard!"
Alright!
Luke gripped the handles and pushed the old man towards the backyard.
Adam, who was standing at the door, quickly walked in, picked up the gifts, and followed behind.
There was an open space in the backyard, originally intended for gardening, but since both old men enjoyed shooting, it had been converted into a shooting range.
The old man raised the hunting rifle, aiming at the target a hundred meters away.
Bang!
A crisp sound rang out, the bullet shot out of the barrel, carrying a faint scent of gunpowder, and hit the bullseye at an extremely fast speed.
After firing this shot, the hunting rifle didn't tilt at all; all the parts were perfectly coordinated, simply flawless.
"A good gun, truly a good gun!"
The old man couldn't put it down.
His favorite weapon was the hunting rifle; a hunting rifle was a man's standard.
Assault rifles, submachine guns, and the like should all be thrown into an iron furnace and melted into liquid.
Lin Fu (also known as Grandpa Fu) watched with eager eyes and couldn't help but say,
"Boss, let me have a go too!"
"Go my ass, this is from my grandson to me, what does it have to do with you?"
The old man glared at him and continued, "Good grandson, what other gifts do you have? Let Grandpa feast his eyes."
Luke waved his hand, and Adam quickly took out a wooden box wrapped in red cloth and placed it on the table.
Before the wooden lid was even opened, a faint aura of killing intent seemed to want to break out of the box.
Both old men were individuals who had experienced major events, and they immediately sensed the unusual aura.
Lin Fu personally stepped forward, untied the red cloth, and opened the wooden box.
A chill wafted out, and a Japanese katana with a black blade and a red vertical pattern engraved on the edge appeared before them.
He gasped, "Good heavens, the Tianji Divine Blade!"
"You actually managed to get your hands on this thing."
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