Comprehension Ability: Creating the Five Thunders Technique in Reality-Chapter 1090 - 548: The Art of Tea Drinking (2)

She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with determination, "Submitting to someone who doesn't love you is imprisonment; submitting to someone who doesn't love you is torture."

She smiled, as if seeing through all worldly matters, like a sage, "If you are sincere, I will be grateful; if you are insincere, I will rejoice in my choice."

Meanwhile, the elderly man looked at the disconnected phone, sneering. He knew all too well his son's intentions, "Trying to compete with me for a woman? You're not qualified yet." He glanced at the battlefield's fervor, though he brought elites, Asia and others were no ordinary fighters.

However, the battle would eventually end, because no matter how hard Asia and others fought, they could not defeat the more powerful enemy.

The elderly man's expression turned into a mocking smile as he looked at Asia, "Asia, had you shown such abilities earlier, I might have considered recruiting you. Now, give me a reason why I should spare you?" His smile was filled with disdain and contempt.

Asia knew well that there was no retreat. In his hand, he tightly held the explosives that could blow up the entire base, their last bargaining chip.

However, the elderly man clearly didn't care about this threat. His eyes showed disdain and scorn for Asia and the others.

At this moment, Lin Beichen's voice suddenly rang out, "Why do I always encounter such troubles wherever I go?" He looked at the chaotic scene in front of him, showing a speechless expression on his face.

His arrival seemed to add another layer of stormy waves to this battle that was already reaching its peak.

This was their joint endeavor — the elder was responsible for eliminating past enemies, while Joseph and his team ensured Hai Ruose's safety.

Meanwhile, Hai Ruose was burdened with an important task: forcing the mysterious "Five" to appear, to reveal who truly deserved that title.

And "Five" would reveal to Hai Ruose the location of that vital object.

Just as "Five" was about to leave, a solitary figure appeared in the distance, walking slowly with heavy steps.

Hai Ruose's voice held a touch of urgency as he pressed close to "Five," asking, "Where exactly is that thing?"

Although "Five" had little affection for this unlikable partner, he still straightforwardly provided the real answer. Hai Ruose nodded, feeling "Five's" honesty and truth.

As "Five" moved further away, he silently thought: aside from Joseph, everyone who thought they were guaranteed victory would ultimately face defeat. This was wisdom directly imparted by Joseph, meant to remind people that there are always higher mountains and better people, and beyond the highest person, there exists a vast and boundless world.

The old man wore a broad smile, watching "Five" depart, yet his expression gradually turned somber. His voice was filled with undisguised killing intent, "Without Joseph and that item, do you still believe you're worth anything?"

At this point, that isolated figure had drawn closer, casting a hesitant glance at the corpses on the ground.

"Father, Asia—?" Hai Ruose heard his incompetent son's inquiry and let out a contemptuous snort.

"What? Are you still pining for your little lover?" The young man said nothing, merely stood quietly.

He knew his father had long sensed his affection for Siphet, or else his father wouldn't have deliberately tasked him with ending Siphet's life.

Seeing the young man's silent expression, Hai Ruose showed a cruel smile, a smile the young man had seen countless times growing up.

He glanced at the elder man beside him, who was his father, and let out a deep sigh. However, Hai Ruose didn't care about his own child's inner thoughts.

"Come, Bai Fu," he ordered, "let our young master take a good look at the person he loves and see what that person's true beloved looks like."

After saying this, he took four personal bodyguards back onto the helicopter.

The man called Bai Fu respectfully responded, then brought Hai Ruose to that area of corpses, and began searching carefully.

For these lives no longer under their control, they dared not interfere and had no mind for the master's conflicts with their young lord. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

After all, truth be told, even if neglected by the family, the young lord was still their master.

Bai Fu found the corpse still bearing a slight grin of pride, pointing it out to their young master, Asia.

"This is Asia." His voice carried a tinge of respect.

Because Asia, though the weakest, did not recklessly detonate the base in the end. Bai Fu respected Asia's judicious decision in the most perilous circumstances.

Though uncertain of what the master truly wanted, they all understood that the master merely didn't want that item to fall into others' hands.

If Asia had indeed blown up the base, perhaps he would have fulfilled the master's wishes.

The young man crouched down, scrutinizing the man's face in front of him carefully. "Certainly looks better than me." He remarked self-deprecatingly.

After speaking, he glanced at Bai Fu, whose eyes were filled with respect.

Bai Fu involuntarily trembled a bit, knowing all too well that once entangled with matters concerning the young master, the master would erupt in a fury.

His family might face torment as a result. He had no desire to speak a word with this young master. Fortunately, the young man understood that his unlikable traits were evident. After looking at Bai Fu briefly, he turned away to head toward the helicopter, with Bai Fu cautiously following behind. Three remaining individuals alive silently cleaned the battlefield.

In the helicopter, Hai Ruose had already seated himself with squinted eyes, inside the cockpit, someone was preparing for takeoff.

The remaining three were positioned at the three sides other than the front of Hai Ruose, standing expressionless.

The young man sat opposite Hai Ruose, and this cold, emotionally barren scene was nothing new to him.

Otherwise, he would not have fallen for the sole person who refused to yield, who was ablaze with ardor, Siphet.

Upon hearing footsteps, Hai Ruose opened his eyes, "So? Are you satisfied with Asia's appearance?" His words carried a taunting tone.

The young man said nothing, now aware of the handsome man's identity as Asia.

Hai Ruose didn't perceive any impropriety in his son's disregard for him, as they were accustomed to such interactions at home.

The youth sat across from Hai Ruose and lightly picked up a cup of tea, drinking it in one gulp, "That's not how you drink tea."

Hai Ruose spoke up to correct.

He poured out the water from the teapot, adding some tea leaves and a suitable amount of water, slowly steeping it, "Tea brewing is an art and a process that calms the mind." Hai Ruose spoke leisurely as if truly instructing his own child.

However, the young man watched Hai Ruose, falling into contemplation. Since childhood, he had held his father's teachings as truth, until one day he read a literary classic and began profound contemplation, suddenly realizing the errors and reprehensibility of his past half-life, recognizing himself as someone capable of change—even though his father had never taught him this.

"Mere imitation of elegance." He interrupted his father's actions, speaking disdainfully.

Hai Ruose glanced at the youth, then slowly placed the teapot down. No one had ever dared speak to him this way, but since it was his son, he had to be somewhat tolerant.