Munitions Empire

"Ring, ring, ring..." On the luxurious and massive desk, a wood and metal phone combining elegance and functionality began to ring.

Harry rubbed his somewhat sore eyes, grabbed the phone, and his tired eyes suddenly bulged, "What did you say?"

The hand holding the phone grew forceful involuntarily, and the veins on the back of his hand stood out, "Make yourself clear..."

"Wait, you're saying Yue'er... has now been taken to the police station on Cultural Second Road? Are you joking?"

"Ah? Are you sure someone tried to abduct a woman in broad daylight on the street? How does this sound so... bizarre?"

"Yes, forget everything else for now, have the security troops take control of the police station... Make sure Miss Yue'er is safe..."

"I don't care about the Zhang Family or the Li Family, this is Brunas, and nobody can do anything about it! I'm on my way, don't do anything rash before I get there."

After finishing, he slammed the receiver back onto the phone with a heavy clack.

"Prepare the car!" He stood up abruptly with a worried look on his face, giving the command loudly. The secretary waiting outside the door immediately started arranging the vehicles.

"Sigh... Just when one lady walks out the door, another finds trouble... Why do I have such tough luck?" He complained as he walked to the door, reaching to take his long leather coat from the hanger.

Before leaving, he turned back to look at the replica portrait hanging directly behind his chair on the wall, shook his head and sighed, "Teacher, I wish you'd get rid of these women quickly... Hefeng, Osa... Anywhere but Brunas will do."

In the police station on Cultural Second Road, within the chief's office, Yue'er was emulating Yulin quite convincingly.

She sat in the chief's chair, cradling a cup of hot tea, observing the young and sweaty police chief.

He was her senior in school, an average achiever who, upon graduating from the military academy, had been assigned to be the chief of police here, a bottom-tier position...

Despite the title of police chief at the Great Tang Group including the status of reserve officer and being responsible for the arrangement of workers' national defense training in his area, it was no light workload. Yet, he couldn't escape the fact that it was almost the worst job for a Great Tang military academy graduate.

But poor grades notwithstanding, as a complete nobody, he once harbored a crazy dream.

He had pursued Yue'er, written love letters to her... and so he knew her background very well.

At this very moment, this embarrassed man, who could well dig a four-bedroom duplex out of the ground with his toes, stood aside, waiting for his "doomsday" to come.

He now deeply regretted not kicking those two duty officers' behinds! Wondering why those idiots had brought this great figure into his station...

After all, with Queen Yulin gone, the biggest terror at the Great Tang military academy might just be the sweet-looking, seemingly harmless cat-eared girl before him.

And now, it was too late to send her away.

Nearly 20 cars had already parked outside the police station door, displaying uniformly standardized license plates including vehicles from the security troops, the police department's upper echelons, and even the military academy's.

How he dreaded becoming infamous by the end of the day. His old classmates would likely all come to him for a meal, eager to hear the details, to boast back home.

Perhaps he'd become the first in Brunas, the first from the Great Tang military academy... to arrest the headmaster's woman, what a genius.

"Sigh..." He sighed once more in despair. Following this sigh, the door to his room was pushed open.

Harry walked in, his face plastered with an awkward smile. He approached Yue'er, trying to be helpful, "Miss Yue'er."

"I didn't call you," said Yue'er, finding the whole situation a bit exaggerated, "I just wanted to prove that my gun was indeed a gift from him..."

"I can attest to that, Miss Yue'er's gun was indeed given by the headmaster," said Harry, immediately turning towards the unfortunate junior who was the police chief.

"Can I go now?" Yue'er put down her teacup and stood up, feigning ignorance.

"Of course, of course you can go," the young police chief hastily said, "Let me... I'll escort you."

"No need!" Harry cast a glance at him and waved his hand dismissively.

He then accompanied Yue'er out of the station, all the way until she got into the opulent Rolls-Royce, helped her and her classmate close the car doors, and then spoke to the two inside the car, "I need to handle the situation inside, after all, someone died..."

"Did I do something wrong?" asked Yue'er, suddenly feeling a bit guilty, "I did act impulsively... because I didn't want things to be the same as before..."

"You did nothing wrong..." Harry consoled her, "Just wait a moment, I'll escort you home."

After speaking, he turned and re-entered the station, proceeding to another room. The police opened the door for him, and he walked straight in to sit opposite a person handcuffed to a chair.

"You can't treat me like this! I am the young master of the Zhang Family! You..." Upon seeing someone enter, the Zhang family's young master immediately started protesting.

Separated from his men, he felt very insecure. Even his hands were restrained by a newfangled device called handcuffs, leaving him no chance to flee.

Harry didn't sit down either; he had no time to waste with such a profligate: "Do you know who you were harassing?"

"Just a woman, what's the big deal..." The eldest son of the Zhang Family hummed indifferently, accepting the matter lightly.

Harry let out a cold laugh and gave an answer that shocked the other party: "That woman is the darling of our Great Tang Group's leader!"

...

Indeed, after a long while, the Zhang Family's eldest son didn't say another word.

Eventually, he came back to his senses and the first thing he said was an attempt to brush it off lightly: "What about it? My man is dead, and she didn't lose anything!"

"Your man is dead because he deserved to die!" Harry's voice suddenly rose, carrying a hint of fierceness.

The Zhang Family's eldest son was startled but still clung to his status, seemingly convinced that Harry wouldn't dare kill him, "Hmph, what do you want to do then? Kill me? Aren't you afraid of the Zhang Family's revenge?"

"What's destined to come will come but even if the Zhang Family did seek revenge, you would no longer see it," Harry said.

...

Without speaking, the Zhang Family's eldest son kept his eyes fixed on Harry, as if trying to discern whether the other side was merely bluffing.

In the end, he gained nothing.

So, he became somewhat panicked, averting his gaze, he said, "I won't pursue the matter of you pointing a gun at my head anymore! And I won't pursue the matter of my guard being killed by you either! Let's just leave it at that, how about it?"

"Not good enough..." Harry leaned against the interrogation table, "I heard that you've been inquiring about criminals?"

"So what if I did?" The Zhang Family's eldest son didn't understand why Harry was asking but readily admitted, "Your master, that is Tang Mo, is a criminal! Our... criminal!"

He paused, then continued to boast about his investigative results: "According to the law, he might scrounge a living outside Dahua's lands... But does he want to go back? Back to his homeland..."

The young master rambled on without noticing that Harry's hand, out of his sight, was already clenched into a fist.

"I came to give him good news! Understand? He will have to go back sooner or later, or else he'll be a wandering spirit... dead without a place to rest..." The Zhang Family's young master continued to talk to himself on the other side.

...

This time, it was Harry's turn to be speechless. He didn't quite understand this line of thinking, but he knew that Li'ao had a longing to return to his homeland.

He wasn't sure if Tang Mo felt the same, so he wasn't in a position to jump to conclusions. Therefore, he walked toward the door, ordering, "Keep them detained for now, don't make it hard on them, look after them well! I'll consult Mr. Tang first, then deal with this matter."

"Yes!" The police gathered at the door understood Harry's intent.

"Hey? Don't go! Come back! Get this damn thing off me! Come back!" Inside the room, the voice of the Zhang Family's eldest son came out one after another.

Harry left the police station, then got into the passenger seat of the car. Then, the Rolls Royce started and drove down the road.

After a long silence, as they were nearing the city hall, Yue'er suddenly started explaining out of the blue, "I don't want to be bullied like before, treated like an object to be thrown around and given away."

"I know. I understand you. We should all be in control of our destiny; that's the meaning of our existence," Harry said without turning his head.

In the slight jolts of the car, Yue'er's female classmate sitting beside her wished she could become invisible.

"I want to go to Dragon Island," Yue'er said abruptly.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Hm?" Harry turned his head quickly, hardly believing his luck.

"I want to go to Dragon Island, to find him," Yue'er felt that there were things she had to face and choices she had to make.

"...Alright, I'll arrange it," seeing Yue'er's determined look, Harry nodded.

"Thank you," Yue'er was a little excited.

"No need to be polite," Harry also felt a bit of unexpected joy.

At last... off to Dragon Island.

Hmm, everyone's going, it turned out to be a double blessing...

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Today I was driven to the brink of madness by my child, who managed to split-screen to watch cartoons while attending online classes... I spent half an hour scolding, and he cried out a couple of times with no real trouble, while I suffered from chest pain and dizziness all day...

Thinking back on my own childhood, I really need to thank my parents for their leniency...

The update will be postponed until tomorrow... Yeah, there should be nothing tomorrow... Probably...