Wang Dachun's heart trembled. He originally thought that all the things he did were done without anyone noticing, but he didn't expect that the higher-ups knew about it.
Apart from anything else, the people he killed were not even a battalion nor even a company.
I didn’t expect that everyone above knew about it.
"The reason why the higher-ups chose to turn a blind eye is because they cherish you as a talent, so they did not pursue your legal responsibility..."
When Bloomberg said this, he suddenly changed the topic and continued: "As long as you make appropriate contributions to the country, you can forget all the things you have done."
Wang Dachun said impatiently: "Okay, if you have anything to say, just say it. I thank you for not killing me."
Bloomberg chuckled, "That's right. I have a move recently, and I'm going to the United States. I know this doesn't conflict with your schedule. Come to Beijing and discuss the details."
Wang Dachun's eyes lit up, "Zhong, I'll go there today."
He was worried about how to get to the United States, but he didn't expect that someone would give him a pillow when he felt sleepy.
Wang Dachun sat there and pondered. It seemed that he would have to keep a low profile in the future to avoid being caught by the superiors.
Now it seems that he usually kills people not because his superiors don't know about it, but because of their tolerance for him. Of course, most of the people Wang Dachun killed were extremely vicious people. If he killed innocent people indiscriminately, no matter how much his superiors cherished his talent, they would not ignore it.
"Yunzhu, junior sister, I am going to Kyoto. You can come with me."
After Wang Dachun brushed his teeth and washed his face, he came to their room and his eyes widened suddenly. He saw Yun Zhu and Murong Jing huddled in the bed, hugging each other in a very ambiguous position, sleeping soundly.
What made him even more crazy was that even the guy with the carrot head was sleeping under the quilt with a contented expression on his face.
Wang Dachun took out the carrot head and said dissatisfiedly: "It's time to get up, you lazy mouse!"
This guy actually slept in the same bed with two beauties at night, he might as well be so beautiful!
"Squeak! Squeak!"
Luobotou bared his teeth at Wang Dachun in protest.
Murong Jing sat up from the bed when she heard the noise and said dissatisfied: "Senior brother, what are you doing? You bully my brother so early in the morning."
Wang Dachun staggered, "Your brother!?"
Murong Jing nodded, "Yes, let go of my brother."
Wang Dachun threw the carrot head over and said, "Here, your brother. Get up quickly, we are going to Kyoto."
Murong Jing was overjoyed, "Okay, okay! I haven't been back for a long time."
After all, this is the place where I grew up as a child. Even if I have many unpleasant experiences, there is still something I miss.
After some preparations, Wang Dachun, three people and one mouse set out on the road.
Before leaving, he also made arrangements to let Dao Wuming sit in Taoyuan Village, mainly to protect the safety of his parents, while other people from the Tiansheng Sect secretly protected Li Ruoxi, Meiji and the others.
After the arrangements were completed, Wang Dachun felt relieved.
This trip to the United States may be full of crises, and it is unknown whether we can escape smoothly.
Wang Dachun did not drive the RV this time, but the off-road Jeep.
Carrot Tou probably knew that he was going on a long trip, so he seemed a little excited. He jumped up and down in the car, mainly rolling around in the arms of Yun Zhu and Murong Jing, which made Wang Dachun itchy with hatred.
Perhaps deliberately to anger Wang Dachun, Murong Jing clapped her hands and said with a smile: "Come, brother, come to my sister's arms."
The carrot head grinned and threw himself into Murong Jing's arms, his little head moving back and forth in her arms.
Wang Dachun grinned, rolled his eyes at Murong Jing and said, "Junior sister, pay attention to your appearance. You haven't found a boyfriend yet, how can you let a perverted rat fall for you?"
Murong Jing chuckled and said playfully: "Anyway, idleness is idle, it doesn't matter who does it."
Wang Dachun: "..."
God, it doesn’t matter who you are!
Where did you put your senior brother?
The journey this time was very smooth, and there was no mess. At about ten o'clock in the evening, we finally arrived in Kyoto.
At the entrance of a hotel, Bloomberg was waiting there in person.
It was so late that he hadn't gone back to sleep and was waiting for him in person. Wang Dachun thought of a saying: showing courtesy for nothing is either a traitor or a thief.
Wang Dachun clasped his fists and said, "Lao Peng, I ask you to wait in person. I'm a little flattered!"
Peng Bo stretched out his hand and shook Wang Dachun's hand, then looked at Yun Zhu and Murong Jing a few times and said with a meaningful smile: "You are a very handsome boy, be careful with your health."
Wang Dachun laughed and said, "I am in good health. My waist is good and my kidneys are good."
"You boy."
Peng Bo invited Wang Dachun and the others to dinner. The food had already been placed on the table. At this time, a middle-aged man walked in from outside.
This man, with his starry eyebrows and sharp eyes, and his majestic appearance, is none other than Murong Jing's father, Murong Fu.
Murong Jing's pretty face turned cold when she saw Murong Fu, "It's you!" After saying that, she started to walk outside. If she had known that Murong Fu was here, he wouldn't have come even if he killed her.
"Jinger!"
Murong Fu looked at his biological daughter with a complicated expression. Time flies, and she didn't expect that she would become more graceful.
Murong Jing's body froze in place. In her memory, this was the first time her father called her name.
Wang Dachun patted Murong Jing's shoulder and pulled Yun Zhu out. Peng Bo also walked out and closed the door. At this moment, this should be the space that belongs to their father and daughter.
Murong Jing slowly turned around and looked at her father coldly, "Murong Fu, do you still have the nerve to call me by my name?"
"Jing'er, I know it's all my fault all these years. I'm sorry for you and your mother. In fact, I have my own reasons..."
At this moment, Murong Fu didn't look like a powerful general, but like a child who had done something wrong. Facing his daughter, he felt extremely guilty.
Over the years, as he grew older, he longed for family affection more and more. Although power and wealth were good, they were far less important than family affection.
Despite Murong Fu's appearance, he was actually very lonely inside. All the members of the family were scheming. The only son, Murong Fei, was spoiled by his mother. Not only was he arrogant and domineering, but he was not of the same mind.
It's a pity that he originally had a well-behaved and sensible daughter, but he missed it.
"Hmph, what's the use of all this? My mother is already dead. She was killed by that bitch He Fangfang. She will never survive again!"
Murong Jing thought of her mother and cried sadly again.
If her mother was still alive, she might still forgive this man, but her mother died tragically, and she would definitely not be able to open this knot for a while.
"Jing'er, it's all dad's fault. Can you forgive dad?"
"I don't have a father. My father has died a long time ago. Stop being so pretentious here. I will never forgive you!"
After Murong Jing said that, she opened the door and ran out.
Murong Fu sighed deeply, and the wrinkles on his forehead seemed to get deeper.
