"Teacher Zhao?"
Hearing Zhao Min's call, Shen Lang was slightly surprised and said, "Why are you here?"
"Hehehe, don't you know why I'm here?"
Looking at Shen Lang, a hint of disdain and deep sarcasm crossed Zhao Min's lips. "I really didn't expect you to be this kind of person. For your own selfish reasons, you actually followed our family here. What do you want?"
"Followed your family?"
Hearing Zhao Min's words, Shen Lang was bewildered. "Teacher Zhao, have you misunderstood? I was suddenly invited here. I had no idea your family was also here."
"Do you think I'll believe that?"
Zhao Min snorted coldly. "I originally thought you were different from other men, but now it seems you're just a greedy wretch. I misjudged you."
"Who are you to judge my brother like that?"
As soon as Zhao Min finished speaking, Gu Qinghan's anger flared up. She slammed the table and stood up, pointing at Zhao Min and shouting, "I was the one who invited my brother here temporarily. Please stop slandering him."
"Gu Qinghan?"
Zhao Min had seen Gu Qinghan at the school before. Her valiant spirit, decisive actions, and resolute demeanor had deeply impressed Zhao Min.
The moment she saw Gu Qinghan, Zhao Min's eyelids twitched, and she subconsciously took half a step back.
"Now, apologize to my brother for your earlier slander."
Looking at Zhao Min, Gu Qinghan's face turned as cold as ice, her tone leaving no room for defiance.
"I..."
Gu Qinghan's imposing aura rendered Zhao Min speechless, her face turning extremely unpleasant.
"Who are you to speak so loudly to my daughter?"
Seeing Zhao Min being scolded, Zhao Jianguo stepped forward at this moment and roared at Gu Qinghan.
"Old sir, your daughter slandered and blackened my brother's name. I require an apology from her, so please do not interfere."
Facing the furious Zhao Jianguo, Gu Qinghan's face was chillingly cold, not yielding an inch.
"Your brother?"
Zhao Jianguo looked at Shen Lang and sneered, "So your brother is such a narrow-minded and envious fellow."
"This brat is jealous of the ghost doctor Qin Yanluo, Qin Lao. He claimed Qin Lao's medical skills were problematic, and after my daughter was treated by him, she died within three hours. He's a complete scoundrel."
"In my anger, I kicked him out. I never expected this brat to follow our family here. He's truly shameless."
With that, Zhao Jianguo glared at Shen Lang and shouted, "Kid, I warn you, stop harassing our family, or don't blame us for calling the Martial Guards."
"Who wants to call the Martial Guards?"
As soon as Zhao Jianguo finished speaking, Song Shadao, who had been lazily drinking tea, suddenly spoke up. "I am the director of the Martial Guard Department, Song Shadao. You can tell me in person now."
"What?"
"Song Shadao, Director of the Martial Guards?"
Hearing Song Shadao's words, Zhao Jianguo and his family were stunned into silence.
Especially Zhao Shihua, a reporter for Southern Television, who had interviewed Song Shadao face-to-face before.
That was three years ago, when a major bank robbery occurred in Nanling. Eighteen fierce bandits stormed the bank, killing five bank employees and four customers, and stole thirty million cash. As they fled, they shot and killed a pregnant woman who was seven months pregnant.
After the incident, the Martial Guard Department held an immediate press conference. Song Shadao attended and said only one sentence: they would kill the thieves, not arrest them. He would personally lead the pursuit of the eighteen bandits, and if they were caught at the airport, they would be shot there; if caught in a restroom, they would be drowned there.
Within twelve hours, none of those eighteen bandits would be alive.
At the time, almost all of Nanling believed Song Shadao was boasting, especially the media, who waited for twelve hours to pass, eager to report and ridicule Song Shadao. Zhao Shihua, as a reporter for Southern Television, was one of them.
However, the final outcome severely embarrassed Zhao Shihua and the other news outlets.
The eighteen bandits escaped Nanling city and fled into the mountains, which were seventy percent covered by virgin forests. Song Shadao led his team to encircle and suppress them.
In the primitive forest filled with poisonous insects and fierce beasts, after six hours of engagement, Song Shadao and his team killed all eighteen bandits and successfully recovered the thirty million cash.
Nine of the eighteen bandits were personally killed by Song Shadao.
Zhao Shihua, who was on-site for the interview, discovered that the nine bandits killed by Song Shadao all met gruesome ends. Some had their heads blown apart with a single punch, others had their chests pierced, and some had their entire skeletons crushed.
The most terrifying death Zhao Shihua had ever witnessed was a bandit whose body was twisted like a pretzel, his eyes filled with terror. She couldn't comprehend what kind of torture a person would endure in life for their eyes to remain filled with fear even in death.
A beast.
At that time, Zhao Shihua's impression of Song Shadao was that of a beast.
Three years later, seeing Song Shadao again, Zhao Shihua was surprised to find that his aura of killing had vanished, and he exuded an indescribable elegance.
Zhao Shihua couldn't imagine what a person would have to go through for their demeanor to change so drastically.
"Director Song, hello. We meet again."
Zhao Shihua looked at Song Shadao and, after a long pause, said, "We didn't expect you to be here either. Please excuse our intrusion."
"No matter. I enjoy lively occasions."
Song Shadao chuckled heartily and said, "I remember you. You were the reporter who interviewed me three years ago. Right, from Southern Television. Your name is Zhao Shihua."
"What?"
Hearing Song Shadao's words, Zhao Shihua was stunned. She never imagined that a prominent figure like Song Shadao would remember her, a minor reporter.
However, after the shock, Zhao Shihua felt a sense of dread.
For Song Shadao to remember a reporter he interviewed three years ago so clearly, his mind must be incredibly meticulous, and his calculations must be profoundly deep.
"It is my honor to be remembered by Director Song,"
Zhao Shihua said nervously, looking at Song Shadao.
"Just now, I heard your family say that Shen Lang was harassing you. What's going on?"
Song Shadao slowly raised his teacup and took a sip of hot tea.
"Director Song, it's like this..."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Shihua recounted the entire sequence of events.
"Shen Lang, is what she said true?"
After listening to Zhao Shihua, Song Shadao looked at Shen Lang, who was sitting opposite him, and asked.
"Except for the part about me being jealous of Qin Yanluo and following their family, the rest is basically true."
Shen Lang calmly raised his teacup and took a sip of tea.