After hanging up the phone, Song Qiao and Gao Meng, each pulling a suitcase, walked out with the surging crowd.
Their attire at the moment was no different from that of ordinary passengers.
They appeared somewhat low-key.
As Song Qiao walked, he spoke to Gao Meng about their next itinerary, "We're in your territory now, you arrange it."
"Okay, I can do that. Then I'll make the arrangements for us," Gao Meng agreed readily.
Indeed, having grown up in Modu, she was very familiar with many places there.
However, with the accelerated pace of Modu's development in recent years, the urban landscape had changed significantly, and many places had become unfamiliar to her.
But that was all relative.
Compared to Song Qiao, she was still more suitable to be their guide.
Moreover, upon her return, she also had things she needed to do with Song Qiao's help.
The specific itinerary still needed to be arranged by her.
However, perhaps thinking of something, she remained silent for a long time.
As they were about to exit the airport corridor, he couldn't help but remind her, "Are we staying at a hotel, or somewhere else?"
Gao Meng snapped back to reality, "No need. Come, I'll take you to my old family home to rest first. It's comfortable there, much better than a hotel. More relaxing!"
Song Qiao nodded, indeed.
People usually have special feelings for the places where they lived in their early years, even if those places had once held misfortune or hardship.
Two hours later, the two got out of a taxi and stopped on a main street.
This was an old house in the western suburbs of Modu City.
This was a large residential area.
Typical Shanghai-style old buildings, with
The buildings all looked a bit old, but you could still tell they were quite high-end.
Even by today's standards, they wouldn't seem outdated.
If it weren't for the sudden rise of the Modu East Development Zone, this area would still be considered the best part of Modu.
Then, Gao Meng took the lead, guiding Song Qiao into the residential area.
They walked through the characteristic long alleyways and Shikumen of Modu.
From time to time, people passed by, children ran past them, and elderly people with wrinkled faces sat quietly by their doors, watching them pass.
After walking through this area, they arrived at a villa district.
"We're here, it's right there," Gao Meng said to Song Qiao, pointing to a house ahead.
Song Qiao looked at the surroundings and noticed that the houses here were much sparser, and the environment was better.
It gave a feeling of openness.
Looking at the slightly old gate and the fallen branches and leaves on the ground, he asked, "Is no one living here now?"
Gao Meng shook her head, a hint of sadness in her voice, "No one. This house was given to my father by my grandfather. After my father passed away, my mother couldn't bear to stay here either, and I left Modu, so it's been empty."
Song Qiao could imagine that it must have involved family disputes and power struggles over property.
He had heard Gao Meng mention before that after her father's death, her mother, unable to bear the humiliation from the Gao family, chose to leave the Gao family.
And this place actually held her memories from childhood to adulthood, especially the memories of her parents and the happy times their family spent together.
Suddenly, Song Qiao frowned, "Something's wrong! It sounds like there's noise inside."
Gao Meng was startled, what was going on?
When she left, she had locked the door securely. How could someone be inside?
She immediately tilted her head to listen.
Since she started practicing martial arts with Song Qiao, her hearing had gradually become astonishing.
Upon listening, her face immediately turned red.
Song Qiao, however, seemed oblivious and said in a detective-like manner, "Hmm, someone is messing around inside, and not just one person. It seems... it seems like they are also doing illegal things."
"Hmph!" Gao Meng let out an angry roar.
Only then did Song Qiao realize that this matter was far too serious for her; it was almost as if something most precious to her heart had been defiled.
She put down her suitcase, rolled up her sleeves, and prepared to rush in.
Song Qiao observed, not stopping her, but saying, "Be careful."
Then, holding a suitcase in each hand, he followed behind her.
Like a little follower.
Gao Meng rushed into the courtyard, walked along the long path, and arrived at the living room door.
The door was tightly shut, and thick curtains were even drawn inside, making it impossible to see what was happening within.
She pushed it, but it didn't open.
She then looked around and found that the windows were also tightly closed.
She returned to the living room door, gathered strength in her leg, and kicked. The living room door was immediately kicked open.
The lock was broken, and screws and unknown parts flew out.
After a loud bang, the living room door swung open.
The lights inside were on, making it very bright.
Instantly, the deafening sound of loud music assaulted their ears.
At a glance, there were about a dozen men and women, gathered in groups, dancing wildly like demons.
Some scantily clad figures were writhing in the middle of the living room.
Some were smoking, some were drinking, some were doing drugs, and some men and women were embracing each other, engaging in debauchery.
And on the wall behind them hung an old portrait of her father.
The old man seemed to be looking at the scene helplessly, this demonic dance.
Their once neat house was in a mess because of these people.
Her father was dead, and she still had to endure all this.
She was furious.
Her eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Her teeth were gritted.
Gao Meng's sudden forceful entry startled a few of the more lucid individuals inside, who then reacted.
Someone shouted.
"Ah! Who, quickly close the door!"
"Damn it, who's being reckless and wants to attract the police?"
"Are you suicidal, daring to cause trouble here?"
Then, three or four people rushed out, heading straight for Gao Meng.
They swung their fists, baring their teeth and claws.
However, as soon as they reached Gao Meng, they were subdued by her.
One by one, they fell to the ground, twisting and writhing helplessly, like worms.
"Hmph, a bunch of weaklings!" Gao Meng said disdainfully.
At this moment, a young man seemed to be awakened. He was shirtless and swayed as he got up from the sofa.
He looked at Gao Meng, his eyes seemed to gleam, "Hey, another pretty girl. Listen up, fellas, don't fight over her, this one's mine."
Saying that, he got up directly.
He was completely naked.
As he moved, his dangling part swayed.
Perhaps because of his movement and the surging lust in his heart,
That part slowly straightened up, pointing obliquely upwards.
"Slurp... Come on, little girl, have fun with brother!"
Saying that, he put on a lecherous expression.
At the same time, he reached out and grabbed towards Gao Meng's chest.
Gao Meng, seeing everything here, was already burning with rage.
Now, seeing this person's vulgar behavior, she could no longer hold back.
Her foot shifted, she sidestepped, and with a light movement, she evaded the man's grasping hand.
"You, you dare to dodge!" The youth's expression changed, and he cursed, "Damn it, you don't know what's good for you, huh? Watch me... "
However, before he could finish his words, Gao Meng delivered a kick.
This kick was powerful, swift as lightning, and faster than thunder. Before the opponent could react, it landed heavily on his crotch.
Boom!
Gao Meng's kick severed the youth's manhood!
"Aow..." A scream not of this world erupted from the youth's mouth.
At the same time, he clutched his crotch with both hands, his face contorted.
And his body was kicked upwards, flying more than a meter high and backwards.