Chapter 603 - 391: A Big Shot Who Only Appears on the Evening News

Chapter 603: Chapter 391: A Big Shot Who Only Appears on the Evening News

Passing through the entrance and turning past the screen, the view of the living room suddenly unfolded, and his gaze immediately locked onto the figure in the main seat.

This influential figure in charge of the Dragon Country’s intelligence system hesitated for a moment upon seeing Lu Xuan.

In the next moment, Huang Tangming’s steps unconsciously quickened, and his tone was filled with genuine warmth: "Old man, it’s been so many years since we last met, you are indeed still as spirited and imposing as ever!"

As Mr. Huang’s second son, Huang Tangming had been familiar with Lu Xuan’s appearance since his earliest memories.

As a child, he often heard his father mention this "guardian who could stand against thousands of soldiers."

Later, having personally witnessed Lu Xuan repel wrongdoers with his profound fist skill, and even dodge bullets with his bare body, Huang Tangming regarded him as the most invincible figure in his heart—without parallel.

Though the elderly man before him had aged, his posture remained as erect as a pine tree, with sharp eyes undiminished.

Previously carrying a hint of political steadiness, Huang Tangming now seemed to shed all his airs.

This man, over fifty, instinctively quickened his pace, nearly rushing forward, arms already outstretched in front, filled with a junior’s eagerness to meet an elder, all the composure he showed to others now gone.

Seated in the main position, Lu Xuan slowly lifted his gaze, looking at Huang Tangming with a mysterious expression.

However, he did not remain seated for long; the seemingly aged figure rose slowly, extending his hand to firmly shake Huang Tangming’s.

At that moment, Lu Xuan’s mind filled with memories of Huang Tangming.

From a child joyfully playing at his father’s knee, to a youth slowly revealing his talents, those fragments were as clear as yesterday.

Lu Xuan nodded slightly, his voice rich from the passage of time: "Mm, Tangming, it’s been a long time."

Huang Tangming gripped Lu Xuan’s hand tighter, his tone full of undisguised enthusiasm, without a hint of insincerity: "Old man, I never thought I’d see you again in my lifetime. Truly, I have no regrets."

These words were not spoken lightly.

Years ago, when Lu Xuan suddenly retired from his father’s side, taking his legendary past to Yingnan City for retirement, the news left Huang Tangming with a sense of loss.

He always felt that the national martial arts legend, who was like a "guardian" in his childhood, would completely retreat from their lives, making an encounter impossible in this lifetime.

Now, being able to personally hold this legendary elder’s hand and see him still strong in appearance, the surprise and satisfaction were beyond words.

"Old man, my dad has always been thinking about you too," Huang Tangming’s voice still carried the excitement yet to subside; he held Lu Xuan’s hand tighter, oblivious of his own lapse in composure.

"Unfortunately, his health has been poor in the past two years and he really can’t endure long journeys, so he couldn’t come to Yingnan City to see you himself and had to ask me to convey his words."

This sight left Lu Yuliang completely stunned—he had never seen Huang Tangming so free from airs.

This usually composed and authoritative minister, seen on news channels, now clutched the elder’s hand like a junior unwilling to let go, even his tone now carrying a childlike dependency.

Even the two elderly men beside Huang Tangming, who had been calmly standing by, couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes.

Knowing Huang Tangming for years, they understood his reserved nature, rarely showing such genuine emotion in front of others. This scene truly exceeded their expectations.

"Mm, in a while, I’ll personally take a trip to the capital," Lu Xuan’s tone was as calm as discussing an ordinary matter, without any unnecessary buildup.

"Ah?" Huang Tangming widened his eyes, subconsciously loosening his grip, astonished and questioning further, "Old man, will your body withstand such a long journey?"

He instinctively thought of Lu Xuan’s age and recalled that the elder had long since retired, and he subconsciously worried about the toll of travel on the elder’s health.

Confronted with this urgent concern, Lu Xuan did not offer much explanation, calmly stating: "No worries, I have made arrangements."

His words were light, yet carried a sense of well-considered certainty that left no room for further questioning.