Chapter 28 What Era Is This? Are You Still Wrapping Your Brain?

Chapter 28 What Era Is This? Are You Still Wrapping Your Brain?

The first season of The Lone Fighter hasn't completely ended yet, and the cameraman is still diligently working.

The scene where the four undercover agents shield Jian Li was broadcast live, causing the chat to explode:

"Is this brotherhood? It's actually quite touching!"

"Luo Xiaohong is a woman, right? How can she be called a brother?"

"Why not?! In my opinion, Luo Xiaohong is more of a man than Lu Yuanhang!"

"Hilarious, why does everyone act like they're facing a major threat when Lu Siqi appears? I think even little Yuan Feng wants to punch him!"

"Thankfully, Jian Li stopped it, or it would have been hard to handle!"

"Is this the camaraderie of soldiers who fought in the same trench?!"

"..."

Not only was the live stream surprised, but Jian Li was also taken aback.

While he held back the four undercover agents, he recalled the plot in his mind.

From what he remembered, these guests with extremely special backgrounds didn't want any interaction with the celebrities due to their important missions.

Especially someone like the original character, who had so many melodramatic plots.

Even though they eventually traced back to the Lu Family, the novel only briefly mentioned it.

After all, a tragic story focuses on tragedy...

Why did their attitude suddenly change so much now?

Could there be some conspiracy?

Jian Li looked at the undercover team suspiciously, his thoughts chaotic and unclear, while Lu Siqi started to lose patience,

"Did you find some help?" His handsome but gloomy face flashed a hint of viciousness, "Do they know your background?"

"Do they know if your mother was a mistress?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Xiaohong was the first to react, stepping in front of Jian Li, "Mr. Lu, what era is this? Are you still wrapping your brain?"

"Does your mother being a mistress count as evidence? If you have evidence, show it; if not, stop talking nonsense."

"Even if she was, how does that involve Jian Li?"

"Go after her then!"

Caught off guard by this public rebuke, Lu Siqi lost face, his gaze darkening, "Jian Li's mother is dead, so I can only go after him!"

"So there's no proof?" Luo Xiaohong pouted, "Then you have no right to boss us around!"

"Sis, you're awesome! Every word hits home, it's like a breath of fresh air!"

"No wonder they've been led around by the nose by the Lu Family. They must have been under such pressure!"

"Brother Li, don't be afraid. We support you. No one can drag you back to the old society!"

"Not condoning mistresses, but retaliating without knowing the truth is too much."

"Ugh—this melodramatic misunderstanding feels like something from an old tragic novel!"

"Indeed, it's so outdated, even dogs wouldn't read it!"

Lu Siqi was momentarily speechless, his eyes fixed on Jian Li with intense scrutiny.

Behind him, Lu Yuanhang felt uncomfortable and tugged at Lu Siqi's sleeve, "Brother, they often gang up on me in the show."

"But forget it. Let's not waste our time on them."

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Feng sneered, "How dare you say that?"

Seeing the crowd gathering, Lu Siqi frowned impatiently, "Jian Li, will you come with me?"

"Sure," Jian Li, who had remained silent with his hand in his pocket, smiled defiantly, "Free ride, why not?"

The four undercover agents turned in surprise, "You're really going?"

"What if he..."

Jian Li's smile grew bolder, "With so many fans witnessing this, do you think he can sell me to Myanmar?"

"True," Yuan Feng still seemed uneasy, "Let's exchange WeChat IDs and form a group. If anything happens, shout in the group, and I'll be there immediately!"

The other undercover agents agreed and took out their phones.

Thus, under Lu Yuanhang's resentful gaze, they formed a group.

The live stream erupted in laughter,

"Hahaha, I've seen exclusion, but never so blatant! They didn't even include Lu Yuanhang in the group! He must be furious!"

"Didn't it just come out that Lu Yuanhang was involved in violent debt collection? Why isn't he being investigated yet? With such a troublemaker in the entertainment industry, how many artists will suffer?"

"I heard Lu Yuanhang controls many young stars through high-interest loans and forces them into drinking parties!"

"How vicious can panda blood be? I underestimated him!"

"..."

The chat was still buzzing as Jian Li got into Lu Siqi's Maybach.

Lu Yuanhang was reluctantly seated in the passenger seat, his venomous gaze occasionally glaring through the rearview mirror.

"I thought you had grown wings and wouldn't follow me." Lu Siqi's voice was cold and stern, his tone ambiguous.

Jian Li, propping his head up with one hand, played with his phone. "With my dad being used as leverage, I couldn't exactly refuse this trip, could I?"

"Hmph," Lu Siqi sneered softly. "I thought you didn't have any weaknesses anymore."

Jian Li pursed his lips and remained silent.

His eyes flickered, and he curled his lips into a smile.

Seeing Jian Li distracted, Lu Siqi felt secretly annoyed,

yet he was also curious about what Jian Li was looking at, so he leaned slightly forward,

only to find that the screen was privacy-protected?!

Who exactly was he trying to keep it from?!

Could it be me?!

The more Lu Siqi thought about it, the angrier he became, his face darkening even further.

In reality, Jian Li rarely fiddled with his phone; he was just intrigued by the newly created group chat.

Back when he was a mercenary, living amidst guns and ammunition, violence and bloodshed were commonplace.

Even on days without missions, he spent time in hellish training,

and his teammates hardly chatted face-to-face, let alone online.

But now, seeing the messages pouring in one after another,

it was surprisingly lively,

giving off a sense of everyday warmth in peacetime...

"Arrested Feng: Oh no, I forgot to add Brother Xiao. Will I get scolded?"

"Luo Wudi: Who has his WeChat? Just add him."

"Old Shi from Intelligence Bureau: Not me. How can anyone get the private number of a movie star?!"

"Zhou Nan is Hard: Let's wait until we meet in person!"

"Arrested Feng: Hey, where's Brother Li? Shouldn't he check in? Everyone in the Lu Family looks like a criminal!"

Jian Li curled his lips, about to reply, when he noticed a red "1" in his contacts.

He opened it and saw a new friend request— "Huo Xiao wants to add you as a friend."

A few seconds later, the Vendetta Squad gained a new member,

"Arrested Feng: Good heavens (‵o′)凸, Brother Li, you actually have Brother Xiao as a friend?!"

"..."

The group chat continued, but Jian Li couldn't look anymore because the Maybach had entered the Lu Family villa.

He put his phone in his pocket, got out of the car, and walked straight into the living room, where he saw his bruised father.

"Xiao Li, you finally came!"

"Quick, save your dad!"

"If I don't pay them back, they'll kill me!"

Jian Li, with one hand in his pocket, curled his lips into a nonchalant smirk. "How are they going to do it?"

"Do they need any help?"