chapter 1 Return of the King

At Rivera International Airport, a Rolls-Royce Phantom was parked at the entrance of the airport, catching all passers-by attention.
At this moment, a young man who was wearing a washed white shirt followed the flow of people, getting off the plane before he walked towards the exit. He was dressed in cheap clothes, but his eyes were shining. He was walking briskly. His clothes were not only washed white, but also had several holes visible to the naked eye. On his feet were a pair of old yellow military shoes with a shining five-pointed star.
"I'm finally back. It's been five years. I, Fiskr Stone, am finally back!" The man took a deep breath. Although he was young, his face was full of the sorrows of life.
The man then walked straight to the Rolls-Royce Phantom, knocking on the car window. He lightly knocked the car window, and the face of an old man wearing a black suit appeared in front of him.
"Uncle, how much does it cost to go to Lotus New City?"
The old man glanced at the man up and down, and said one word coldly, "Scram!"
This man was funny. Who would drive a Rolls-Royce Phantom as a taxi?
Unexpectedly, the man replied softly, "Well, Uncle Goupil. I didn't expect that after so many years, you still have such a bad temper."
The old man trembled when he heard this. He looked at the man's eyes full of excitement, doubt, excitement and other expressions.
"Is it you?"
The man nodded, pointed at the old man's waist and said, "Uncle Goupil, does the scar on your right waist still hurt?"
"Master!" The old man hurriedly opened the car door and allowed the man to get in the car in front of everyone's surprised eyes.
"Master, you are finally back. After so many years, I have finally waited for you to come back! Let me see, Master, you have lost weight and become darker. Have you suffered a lot in these years?" The old man spoke as his lips trembled in excitement.
Fiskr Stone got in the car, showed a pleasant smile, and said, "Everything is fine. Let's drive to New Lotus City."
Fiskr Stone frowned as soon as the car started, "Uncle Goupil, I told you that everything should be low-key when I come back this time. Why did you still drive a luxury car to pick me up?"
"Master, you are making it hard for me to do. This car is already the cheapest in our family."
"No, you must keep a low profile when I come back this time." Fiskr Stone said solemnly, "In this way, put me down when you get near New Lotus City. I will walk back by myself."
Uncle Goupil then said, "Master, I have bought you a villa in the most favored place in Rivera. Are you not going to live there?"
"No need, the old house is fine. By the way, Uncle Goupil is in charge of all the business in Rivera now?"
"Yes, the Old Master and his wife have transferred all their industries to Yanjing. Now there are only a few commercial streets and companies left. Now that you are back, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief." Uncle Goupil said with a smile.
"No, no, no. That's not the case. Uncle Goupil, you should continue to take care of it."
"When I come back this time, I have very important things to deal with," Fiskr Stone's eyes flashed, "Before that, I will not get involved in the family's affairs."
"Low-key. All I want to do now is keep it low-key. Okay, Uncle Goupil, I've been on a plane for a day, I'll take a rest first, and you can call me when we're almost at my destination."
"Yes, Master."
Fiskr Stone then closed his eyes to rest. But as soon as he shut my eyes, the war-torn years abroad appeared again and again. Those comrades who lived and died together; those cunning and brave opponents, and the beauties that comforted Fiskr Stone one after another after the battlefield.
If it weren't for him, Fiskr Stone really wouldn't want to come back.
Fiskr Stone, he was the wealthy eldest son of the Stone family in Rivera, was forced to leave China because he offended the nobles of Yanjing. His grandfather used tricks to let him join the army. However, he got out of hand and became the "number one soldier" in China, codenamed "The Dragon Soul"! Having been in the international arena for many years, no one dared to stand in his way!
Fiskr Stone obviously preferred a vigorous warrior 'career' to the wealthy years when he was just hanging out and waiting to die, so much so that he was unwilling to come back even though the domestic affairs had been settled by his parents.
Until a month ago, his best comrade died on the battlefield in Africa. His only last wish before his death was to ask Fiskr Stone to find and take care of his only sister.
There was only one clue about his friend's sister, which was that she was studying at Vermillion Girls School in Rivera. Other than that, he knew nothing about her.
"How can I find her?" Fiskr Stone scratched his head and thought painfully.
Although it was extremely difficult, the friendship between comrades was stronger than diamond, especially that comrade who took a bullet for Fiskr Stone. With that, he resolutely retired and returned to China, returning to Rivera.
The Rolls-Royce Phantom drove on the lanes of Rivera, and finally stopped near university town. The passers-by looked at them with envy. The eyes of the scantily clad female students seemed to be burning with fire. Even if it was an old man who came down from the car, they were willing to spend a wonderful night with him.
"Master, we're here."
Fiskr Stone opened his eyes and looked at the supermarket and the faintly visible community outside the window. His eyes were full of complicated expressions. After a long time, Fiskr Stone said, "It's been five years, and I'm finally back."
"Master, how about..."
Fiskr Stone interrupted Uncle Goupil, "Needless to say, I don't want to have any contact with the family for the time being. I will contact you if necessary."
"Thank you for picking me up today!"
Fiskr Stone didn't give Uncle Goupil a chance to reply, and quickly got out of the car.
Looking at Fiskr's back with reluctance, Uncle Goupil murmured, "The young master has changed a lot when he comes back this time. This is the first time he has said thank you to me."
He then took out his phone and dialed a series of numbers...
Fiskr got out of the car and walked in the streets with a look of enjoyment on his face. After five years of gunfire and bullets, he had long forgotten what a modern city looks like.
Steamed buns, mantou, fried dough sticks, soy milk... Fiskr sniffed hard. For so many years abroad, this delicious food had appeared in his dreams countless times. This was the taste of the motherland!
Fiskr Stone's stomach growled and he was about to go buy something to eat when his expression suddenly froze. There was not a penny in his pocket! All the allowances Fiskr Stone earned abroad in the past few years were donated to Project Hope, not to mention that the air ticket back was also bought by the old chief. Just now, he forgot to ask Uncle Goupil for money just now, and he had no money to buy any food.
Fiskr Stone took out the old Nokia mobile phone and wanted to call Uncle Goupil again, but after thinking about it, he kept his phone. When he came back this time, he decided not to have anything to do with his family.
Seeing that it was almost noon, Fiskr Stone walked quickly through the supermarket and walked to the Lotus Community. Following his memory , he walked to an old unit building. On the fifth floor, Fiskr took out the key and opened the door. The house appliances were complete and spotless. Although no one had lived there for five years, it was neat and clean. It could be seen that someone comes to clean it regularly.
But the furnishings inside had remained the same as they were before Fiskr left five years ago.
A wry smile appeared. Fiskr felt aggrieved and sad five years ago. He fell into a trap because he was young and frivolous. All his friends abandoned him overnight. He was only fifteen years old and felt what human kindness was. His parents suffered a huge loss and were forced to leave China like a lost dog. He didn't even see the grandfather who loved him most before he died.
Hate it. Fiskr Stone hates it! Gritting teeth of hatred! But the family that plotted him was still at its peak, and the person who led him to doom had a prosperous official career and was more powerful than before. And he could only continue to hide in the corner like a lost dog, not even daring to return home.
Fiskr Stone sat on the sofa, clenching his teeth. His hands were throbbing with veins.
Fiskr Stone didn't want to go home because he wanted to return to the family with his head held high and above board! Instead of sneaking back like a wild dog.
"I will take back everything I lose!"
Fiskr Stone promised to himself!