Chapter 21

Mei Wenhua obviously had no idea about the well-intentioned efforts of his father, Mei Limo. He mistakenly believed that his father reported him, so the Dragon Pavilion Special Operations Bureau stormed into the Mei family estate to arrest him.

“Mei Limo, you sly bastard!”

Mei Wenhua greeted his father, Mei Limo, with a sarcastic remark.

“Unfilial son, your father is doing this for your own good! Reform yourself well inside, and strive to be released as soon as possible,” Mei Limo said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, Mei Wenhua was completely panicked.

He is currently in his early twenties, with a promising youth yet to be enjoyed, he did not want to spend the second half of his life in prison. Mei Wenhua looked at his father, Mei Limao, with an increasingly resentful gaze.

“Officer, I want to report him!” Mei Wenhua pointed at Mei Limo and shouted angrily at Zhao Jing.

“What do you want to report?” Zhao Jing became interested. The father reported the son, and now the son wanted to report the father in return.

“I want to report Mei Limo. Every month, he goes to the Platinum Club for prostitution, and he also have a mistress. His mistress is his secretary.”

“My father’s office has a secret door. Every day when he goes to work, he engages in dirty activities with his secretary inside.”

As Mei Wenhua spoke, everyone present looked at Mei Limo with strange eyes. It was hard to believe that the seemingly upright chairman of the Mei Group was playing around so much behind the scenes.

Mei Limo’s face turned livid.

” Unfilial son, you are clearly talking nonsense. Not only do you hire people to commit crimes without remorse, but you also slander me in front of comrades from the Special Operations Bureau. It’s simply intolerable.”

“Mei Limao, stop talking nonsense! Dare to do but not dare to admit. Do you want me to list the various items in your office secret door?”

“You!” Mei Limo gritted his teeth.

This son of his was truly unfilial and audacious

“Captain Zhao, I also report Mei Wenhua.” Mei Limo made up his mind; his son was unfilial, and he couldn’t afford to be lenient. “I’ll report Mei Wenhua for operating an underground gambling den.”

“There are several underground casinos in Xiawan, and the mastermind behind them is Mei Wenhua. Not only does he run gambling operations, but he also provides high-interest loans. When people can’t repay the loans, he resorts to violent debt collection…”

Mei Limo’s report once again shocked everyone. What kind of father-son duo was this?

The father engaged in prostitution and kept a mistress, while the son operated a gambling den and gave high-interest loans…

Watching this scene of father and son accusing each other, Zhao Jing couldn’t help but smirk.

With the establishment of these evidence of crimes through mutual accusations, the Mei family, once a second-tier leading family, would now fall to a third-tier family.

“Take both of them away!”

“Yes!”

With Zhao Jing’s command, the Mei father and son were taken into custody. Simultaneously, the Jiangzhou Police Department set out to seize all illegal businesses associated with the Mei family.

In the police car, regretful tears streamed down Mei Limao’s face.

“If only I had known, that night twenty-eight years ago, I should have stayed late at the office.”

And so, the comedy of filial piety came to an end.

At this very moment, in the Song family villa, Lin Feng was having a meal in the kitchen.

He had no knowledge of the events at the Mei family estate. He had been in the kitchen the whole time, finishing his meal and even washing the dishes.

Lin Feng suddenly remembered Song Xueyan’s words.

Before going to bed, Song Xueyan had advised him to wash his face. Lin Feng obediently followed her instructions. When he reached the bathroom and saw his reflection in the mirror, Lin Feng was stunned.

On his face, there was a trace of a seductive lipstick mark.

Lin Feng immediately wore a bitter expression. He couldn’t help but replay Song Xueyan’s words in his mind, “Wash your face before going to bed…”

Lin Feng cried.

Regretful tears streamed down his face.

“If only I had known, I should have looked in the mirror when I entered the house, and wiped off the lipstick mark…”

…

In the early morning, a slanting sun cast its glow.

A gentle breeze carried the fragrance of grass and trees, creating a refreshing atmosphere.

Lin Feng had already risen early. As per the arrangement with Song Xueyan the day before, they were supposed to visit Daoist Qinghong in the morning. Lin Feng packed the black wooden box, had breakfast cooked by Su Yue, and the two set off for Qingfeng Temple.

Lin Feng sat in Song Xueyan’s car.

Two people, one in front and one behind.

Due to the events of the previous night, Lin Feng felt awkward and didn’t dare to initiate conversation. Song Xueyan, as usual, maintained her silence, like an iceberg that had not melted for thousands of years.

At eleven in the morning, the two arrived at the outskirts of Qingfeng Temple.

At the entrance of Qingfeng Temple, an old man in a white robe, holding a whisk, with a beard as white as flowers, exuded an indescribable air of celestial elegance.

“Daoist, this is the Lin Feng I told you about.”

“Lin Feng, this is Daoist Qinghong.”

Song Xueyan showed great respect to Daoist Qinghong and took the initiative to introduce their identities.

“Hello, Daoist Qinghong,” Lin Feng politely greeted.

“Young Lin, I’ve been waiting for you.” Daoist Qinghong laughed heartily. “If nothing unexpected happened yesterday, we should have met yesterday.”

Lin Feng scratched his head apologetically.

Daoist Qinghong, originally named Zhao Guoyun, was the head of Qingfeng Temple and the only Taoist priest in Qingfeng Temple. His personal strength had reached the peak of the Spiritual Perception Realm, and he was likely to break through to the Profound Elixir Realm.

“Please come inside, both of you.”

“Okay.”

Lin Feng and Song Xueyan nodded and followed Daoist Qinghong into the temple.

For some reason, whenever Lin Feng saw Daoist Qinghong, he felt a familiar sensation, as if he had seen him somewhere before. However, upon careful recollection, he couldn’t remember anything.

“Daoist, have we met before?” Lin Feng asked weakly as he followed behind Daoist Qinghong.

Daoist Qinghong stroked his beard and chuckled, “Young Lin, the world is vast, and today is the first time we’ve met. However, the world is also small, and we might have encountered each other before.”

Lin Feng seemed to grasp the meaning behind these words but not fully.

The three entered the main hall of the temple, where the furnishings were simple – just a wooden table and a few chairs.

Song Xueyan gave Lin Feng a meaningful look. Lin Feng nodded in understanding, carefully took out a package, and unwrapped it. A black wooden box revealed itself in front of the three.

Daoist Qinghong remained calm, as he had seen the black wooden box yesterday. However, it contained mysterious techniques that only Lin Feng could unlock.

Lin Feng, without hesitation, effortlessly opened the wooden box.

He handed the black dagger inside to Zhao Guoyun, cautioning him, “Daoist, be careful; this small dagger is quite mysterious.”

Daoist Qinghong nodded, took the black dagger, and observed it. His expression gradually became serious.

Lin Feng and Song Xueyan dared not make a sound.

It was the first time Song Xueyan had seen Daoist Qinghong with such an expression, indicating that the black dagger was definitely extraordinary.

After a while, Lin Feng whispered, “Daoist, can you tell if there’s anything peculiar about this dagger?”

Daoist Qinghong shook his head, saying solemnly, “If my guess is correct, it shouldn’t be a dagger.”

“Not a dagger?”

Lin Feng and Song Xueyan exchanged glances.

“It should be a sword!” Daoist Qinghong declared.