Ji Chengzhi was smiling when he talked about this, so he must have been happy for him.
But in reality, if he hadn't returned to Tokyo, the news of his fake death when it reached home would have brought about more severe punishment for both father and son than just this. It was very possible that Ou Yuze could have been disowned by the Ou family, or perhaps, even killed by the hot-tempered old master.
After all, his father had been a gun enthusiast.
Ou Mucen looked down at the glass of water. These past few days, he had become alarmingly thin due to consecutive injuries, to the extent that when he gripped the glass, he could see his pale, almost transparent fingers through the water.
"Mucen, so what do you plan to do next? I've heard... it wasn't just Ou Yuze who was after your life."
Ji Chengzhi saw him staring blankly at the glass of water in his hand, so he sat on the edge of his bed and asked the question.
