CHAPTER 653 I'M HOME

Brother Gou never thought that Number 18's family would be bullied by others.

He saw men being nasty to Number 18's parents and he instantly flew into a rage.

He passed the urn to Jiang Ning and dashed over like a ferocious tiger. The murder in his eyes was boiling over.

"Who the hell are you...AHHI!"

The leader of the men went flying before he even finished his sentence.

His lower jaw was dislocated.

He crashed on the ground with a howl and there was blood everywhere.

"Ahhh..."

"How dare you! Kill him!"

The rest of the men were furious. Nobody had ever dared to hit them before. When they saw that Brother Gou dared to make a move, they picked up their bats from the ground and rushed towards Brother Gou without holding back.

BAM!

The bats crashed down hard and Brother Gou didn't even dodge. He raised a hand and blocked the bat with his arm.

The bat broke into two with a loud crack!

The man holding the bat felt his heart tremble. He looked up at Brother Gou's eyes that were murderous enough to kill him and immediately felt terror strike his heart.

Who the hell were these people?

BAM!

Brother Gou didn't even bother talking to him and sent him flying with a punch.

He roared like a leopard that had gone mad. He swung his fist a few times and sent all the men crashing to the ground.

If he could, he would have smashed their heads in right away.

The men howled on the ground and looked at Brother Gou and the rest of them in fear.

They didn't know who these people were. They actually dared to hit them.

"You...you..." Liu Yang got up from the ground and spotted the urn in Jiang Ning's hands. He had a bad feeling and his lips trembled as his tears started falling.

Jiang Ning walked over and passed the urn to Liu Yang with both hands. He was about to say something when Number 18's mother got up and suddenly spoke up.

"Hui? Is that you? Are you back?" Belonging to .

Her face was filled with anticipation, but also filled with worry. She was afraid that it wasn't her son.

Liu Yang's tears couldn't stop his tears. He was a man in his fifties but his face was covered in tears.

He was about to answer when Jiang Ning shook his head. He took a step forward and held onto Number 18's mother's hands as he imitated the way Number 18 talked, "Mum, I'm home."

In that instant, everyone felt tears come to their eyes.

"Hui! That's my son's voice!"

Number 18's mother was so happy she started crying. She held onto Jiang Ning's hand tightly, as if her son would disappear if she let go.

Jiang Ning turned and glanced at Brother Gou and Brother Gou got the message. They went up to those men, covered their mouths and dragged them out.

"UNGGHHH..."

"You...you..."

Liu Yang looked at Jiang Ning as he held Number 18's urn with both hands. His body was trembling very badly but he still moved his lips to say thank you without making any sound.

"You naughty boy, why didn't you come home for so long? Do you know how worried I've been?" Number 18's mother cried as she laughed. "And you brought some friends along?"

"That's right, they're good brothers of mine and they sent me home." Jiang Ning held Number 18's mother's hand and said, "Mum, I'll help you into the house."

"Old man! Don't just stand there! You've been waiting for Hui to come home everyday, but now that he's home you aren't saying a single word? Go and cook! We've got guests!"

"Hello Auntie!" Number 5 and the rest with him greeted her in unison.

"Oh my my! Just make yourselves at home, no need to be polite!"

Number 18's mother was even happier now.

Jiang Ning helped her into the house.

Number 5 walked to Liu Yang with reddened eyes. "Uncle, we're sorry that we

couldn't protect Hui well."

"He...” Liu Yang swallowed a few times and looked at Number 5. "He didn't do anything bad, right?"

"No, he's a hero of Donghai." Number 5 knew what Liu Yang was trying to ask him. "I can swear upon my life that he was truly worthy of the respect that others gave him."

Liu Yang nodded and his tears kept falling but he couldn't let his cries be heard. His wrinkled face suddenly seemed to have aged by another decade as he clutched Number 18's urn and his body trembled.

"He's home! He's home! My son is home!”