Fifth floor, Director's office!
Wang Nanguo was handling relevant procedures with the local Director of the Investigation and Arrest Bureau.
As they just finished, they looked out the window and happened to see Wang Lu Feng execute three slashes in the courtyard.
"Old Wang, who would've thought, your son was a little troublemaker as a kid, and now he's doing well. Much better than you, his blockhead father."
Jiao Haizhi punched Wang Nanguo.
They were college classmates, roommates, slept in bunk beds, and often fought over the same bowl of food.
They were usually busy with work and didn't have the chance to meet, so this was a rare opportunity to gather.
When Wang Lu Feng was born, Jiao Haizhi insisted on being the godfather, but Wang Nanguo thought he was too ugly and would affect his son's looks, so he strictly refused.
"Hmph, my son, he's a natural talent.
"How does that saying go: My son, Lu Feng, has the potential of a Grandmaster.
