Chapter two

Yan Lang's eyes darted, {"It's funny how she merely thinks he's your godson."}

{"You think I didn't know, how ironic indeed—she didn't seem to notice your hickey."}

"So in basic understanding, you only needed my son to ensure yours live by blood transfusions." Yan Lang spoke, "I don't agree with this barbaric method. You can find someone else, I don't intend on this matter—So what if he dies, you'll find someone else."

Bai Chan'er slammed on the table, "You don't care if my child dies?"

"He isn't mine, to begin with." Yan Lang remarked, "Why would I care? You didn't care about mine, why should I care about yours?"

Yan Lang chuckled, {"Long Lang, isn't someone you can use easily, bitch."}

Yan Lang walked out of the room, with Song Jing carrying Long Lang out of the room.

In truth Yan Lang watched as Bai Chan'er broke down in tears, it was heavily amusing and cruel at the same time—but hell has no mercy on the wicked, in turns karmas always a bitch.

As so ensuing scuffle would place it, Yan Lang was reading the newspaper while hearing the radio goes off, ["This just in! The news on blowing, the heir of the Bai family estate is currently declining, anyone with possible blood should hurry to donations—each donation is with 6,000 in gold!"]

Yan Lang merely sneered, how desperate indeed. Song Jing chuckled behind him, "How petty my dear—you're still hearing a grudge against her, after all these years?"

"You think I would've let it go." Yan Lang remarked, "What's will the sweet talk? Do I have something you need, or do you want something from me?"

"Why can't you just expect me to be happy with you? Why are you suspicious all the time?" Song Jing inquired.

"I'm not." Yan Lang spoke, "It's weird seeing someone like you, cold as a glacier being gentle and open—almost like you've forgotten your original nature in full decline."

Yan Lang could hear the telephone ring, picking it up, "Hello? Who's calling?"

"Major, I didn't expect you to forget that I'm arriving in Shang-Han. I expect to see you at the train station in twenty-five minutes from now." A sharp voice replied, "Or it might not be good enough for yourself."

Yan Lang said, "I understand Great General, I'll be arriving now."

Yan Lang hung up the telephone, {"You have to leave, a Central government Official will be arriving here soon, you don't desire to mess with them."}

Song Jing chuckled, {"Mi Amore, I'm not so easily impressed but I will obey."}

{"Shamelessly flirting will get you nowhere, but be careful where you tread, not all like our kind."}

Song Jing left the door, Long Lang followed Yan Lang to arrive at Shang-Han airport, "Great General, Major Yan greets you."

"Under Major Long greets Great General." Long Lang greeted.

Despite being six years old, Long Lang was excepted into the Junior division of information gathering.

"They employed a child." Great General chuckled, "How cute, seems like Shang-Han isn't doing well in the business field."

{"Baba, why do I have to bother again? Isn't the Chief too sloppy to send us both to deal with these people?"}

{"The others are busy handling business with the warlords in the southern regions, you think I wanted to be here as well."}

"Great General, this is the Shang-Han dialect, very few people use it now, except for families who keep to some of their traditions." Wan Wan explained.

"Major." Great General spoke, "Is there a place of residence best recommended?"

"Now that I know off." Yan Lang explained, "Each area is controlled by the four major gangs, some businessmen, and even corrupt policemen. In any case, the safest place would the western area, that gang doesn't charge protection fees or try and force children into slavery either."

{"Baba, he doesn't seem to know anything about these matters."}

{"They would dare? I can't imagine, most of them would end up with death if their secrets were exposed, including some being traitors to Islanders."}

Yan Lang bowed, before Seeing the Great General leaving, "Major, is there something suspicious about this matter?"

"Apparently, Great General intends to clean house." Yan Lang replied, "Not like it would do any good, if one intends to rid of the roots—one must make sure to rid of the weed as well."