Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"Damn it, who is it?!"

In a government office, a woman, who had become a desktop cleaning master, flew into a rage and swore after seeing an envelope on her desk early in the morning.

Fortunately, no one outside could hear or see her, otherwise, who knows who would have been in trouble.

As we all know, everyone has scandals; if you can't catch someone in one, then it doesn't count.

Of course, even if you catch them, it doesn't matter if you only get some insignificant photos taken.

However, being too explicit is not good.

This matter can be big or small, depending entirely on who is behind it.

"damn it!"

A woman with long blonde hair, resembling an angry lion, dialed the phone number of the other person in the photo.

This doesn't look like it was taken from outside the house at all.

How can you not adhere to professional ethics at all?
You are dead!

"Beep beep..."

"Beep beep..."

The phone was ringing, but no one answered.

After a brief moment of anger and helplessness, she calmed down, turned around, saw the envelope, and began to examine it closely.

There seemed to be something written inside the envelope.

After tearing it open, I found it was a string of numbers—a phone number.

The blonde woman, her face grim, dialed the number.

"Hey, who are you?"

When the call connected, there was no sound on the other end, so she spoke first.

Since the item has appeared on my desk, it means the other party must have something to gain; otherwise, I would already be ruined.

"Ha ha……"

A cold laugh came from the other end of the phone.

The blonde woman shuddered. She recognized the voice; the person had contacted her some time ago about a proposal.

I rejected them at the time.

just now……

The woman sat in the chair, feeling as if she were being swallowed and enveloped by darkness, with no way to escape...

……

"Shhhhhh!"

"You know what? I watched a kung fu movie yesterday. Just like you did, you took on three troublemakers and beat them to a pulp."

London Airport.

A young man with headphones around his neck and an earring was gesturing with his fists and talking to Lin Feng.

"I don't know kung fu." Lin Feng didn't really want to pay attention to this foreign kung fu fanatic.

If you knew kung fu, he might kneel down and ask to become your disciple in the next second.

"No, you can't fool me!"

"Are you here on a trip? I can show you around and even provide food and lodging, all you have to do is teach me a couple of tricks, how about it?"

This person looks to be around twenty years old, probably still in school. He has short, blond hair, and judging from his accent, he's a true Londoner.

This is quite tempting for tourists who usually carry backpacks!
"Then I'll be frank with you, you don't have the talent for this," Lin Feng said, looking the young man up and down.

If you wear glasses, you'll look even more like a nerd.

"Impossible! That foreigner who learns kung fu in the movie looks exactly like me!" the blond youth exclaimed, his eyes wide.

Milton!

Just then, a blonde woman wearing sunglasses shouted from a distance.

It looks like she's there to pick someone up from the airport.

"Mum!"

Milton waved happily to his mother.

Several months have passed since we last met.

Lin Feng frowned and looked at the stylish woman in the light-colored trench coat.

She must take good care of herself; this blonde woman still looks very young and beautiful. Most importantly, I think I've seen this woman in the information Hiroki gave me.

These are the people the organization is currently contacting.

Indeed, the woman in front of Lin Feng was the same blonde woman who had been hysterical in the office earlier.

"Hey, even though I can't beat you, I won't just stand by and watch you stare at her like that."

Milton spoke directly, interrupting Lin Feng's furrowed gaze.

Friend, that's very impolite of you.

“Let’s go, I accept your invitation,” Lin Feng said, patting Milton on the shoulder.

"..."

Milton was starting to have second thoughts.

He thought this guy was a bit strange.

You don't want to be my dad, do you?
Milton, is this your friend?

As the two were looking at each other, the blonde woman walked over, took off her sunglasses, and asked with a smile.

"I guess so. I'm planning to take him around London." Milton thought for a moment and then nodded in agreement.

I want to learn kung fu.

"Hello, ma'am." Lin Feng smiled and extended his hand to Milton's mother.

"Hello."

"My car is outside, let's go home first," the blonde woman said to the two after shaking hands.

"..."

Milton looked on with a puzzled expression as his martial arts friend, whom he had just met, got into the front passenger seat and started chatting with his mother.

friend?

Hey, you're really good at giving compliments!

Milton looked at his mother's ever-smiling face and couldn't help but scratch his head.

He won't do that.

In the past, no matter how much others praised his mother for being smart and beautiful, he would just nod or something.

“I’m so glad Milton has a friend like you,” Marian said with a smile, her hands on the steering wheel.

Thinking about it carefully, it doesn't seem like a big deal. We all have to survive, so we have no choice but to agree to the organization's demands.

However, trying to negotiate with a tiger for its skin will likely lead to disgrace and ruin sooner or later.

The blonde woman's smile carried a hint of sorrow.

“It’s nothing, Milton has always been very smart.” Lin Feng nodded and praised him again.

Well, I've fallen into my old habit again.

When they see a woman of this age, they immediately start praising her, completely disregarding whether she is their client or not.

I'm not here to make money off repair fees...

Thinking of this, Lin Feng fell silent.

The atmosphere inside the car became somewhat subdued, with the two people in the front seats each preoccupied with their own thoughts.

"Have you thought about going anywhere to explore?" Milton, sitting in the back, patted the seat in front of him and asked.

"Weren't you going to take me to your house?" Lin Feng turned his head and asked with a smile, a hint of amusement in his expression.

"Well, I'll help you open a hotel, one that's close to the tourist attractions." Milton didn't want anything to go wrong.

Although my parents' marriage exists in name only, and I don't object to certain things, if I'm going to remarry, I should at least find someone of similar age, or at the very least, someone I don't know...

“There are still plenty of empty rooms in the house, Milton,” Marian reminded him, glancing in the rearview mirror.

It's like pushing someone away; that's very impolite.

Anyway, there aren't any confidential documents at home, so I might as well stay. The young man is handsome and articulate, and not annoying.

"Thank you." Lin Feng smiled.

Perhaps I'll be able to sample some authentic old London family cuisine.

dinner time.

Lin Feng realized he was wrong.

Not all mothers know how to cook… (End of Chapter)