Susie asked pitifully, "Daddy, if you don't come back soon, I'm going to go crazy! Grandma Chloe said Daddy has a very important mission, and unless Daddy contacts us on his own, we shouldn't call and bother him."

Kellen felt both heartbroken and amused. He glanced at Nathan and asked, "What's going on?"

Nathan reported, "Report to the Master! The Master said to stay close!"

He didn't think there was anything wrong with the situation, and even wondered if he was doing a good job.

Kellen's mouth twitched. He said, "Nathan, the mission is over! From now on, you watch the suspect behind us and don't let him leave your line of sight."

Nathan replied, "Yes!"

Kellen held Susie and walked out. Suddenly, he stopped and added, "If he dares to move, give him a little something."

Nathan immediately thought about touching his gun.

Kellen stopped him and said, "Don't use weapons in front of the public. Use your own judgment."

Nathan replied, "Yes!"

As expected, the Master approved of him. Otherwise, why would he trust him so much and assign him this task?

Nathan approached Eric, staring at him with his eyes fixed.

Eric remained silent.

They sent someone like him to guard Eric?

Eric sneered, about to speak.

Suddenly, Nathan slapped Eric in the face.

Snap!

The sound was so loud that even Kellen and Susie turned their heads.

Nathan stared at Eric and said, "Report! He moved! His face twitched!"

Kellen's eyelids twitched as he looked around at the surprised faces. He took a few long strides and left the airport hall.

Eric was stunned and angrily looked at Nathan. "You have--"

He hadn't even finished saying the word "sick" when another slap landed on his head.

Eric remained silent.

The other subordinates held back their laughter, pretending to be serious, and said, "Let's go!"

Eric was furious, but he had to suppress it. He walked away...

Snap!

This time the slap landed on the back of his head, like hitting a grandson.

Eric's neck shrank, "??!!"

No, walking is considered moving?

The other subordinates escorting Eric quickly said, "This doesn't count, this doesn't count!"

"Don't overreact. The public is watching. Do you want to give the Master a bad reputation?"

Nathan frowned and reluctantly said, "Okay, you can move your feet, but nothing else!"

Eric wanted to curse Nathan out, but he had to hold it in. He walked forward, trying his best not to move his hands or head. It was like walking on eggshells, and he was really about to have a mental breakdown.

Mitch was drifting around Susie and closed the book. "Master looked at the book again and Eric...he indeed has an extraordinary destiny. There are very few people in this world who still practice Taoism. He is one of them."

Susie asked in confusion, "Taoism? Does he practice road construction?"

Mitch looked at her silently and said, "There are many Taoist priests in the world now, and you can still see fortune-telling booths in some places. But most of them only have superficial knowledge or were taught by a master. They cannot be considered true practitioners."

"Those who formally join a sect, adhere to the teachings, and work hard on this path are called Taoist practitioners."

Susie suddenly realized, "Then I'm also a Taoist practitioner!"

Mitch chuckled and nodded, "Yes, you practice the 'cute' Tao."

Susie asked with a puzzled look, "What is the 'cute' Tao?"

After Kellen came back and took Nathan away, Susie finally resumed her normal school life. Eric saw the bald man at the Morton family manor and the bald man lowered his head and apologized, "Master, I'm sorry! I couldn't hold on..."

Eric sneered, if he couldn't hold on, did he confess? He would never do that!

Three days later, Eric's cheeks were sunken in.

He couldn't hold on anymore.

It was fine when he was still, he meditated cross-legged, and the old monk entered a state of deep meditation.

But people had to sleep, right?

They would unconsciously move a little while sleeping, right?

He hadn't slept well for three days straight!

He was awakened by a gunshot while sleeping, and he woke up with a start and was shot again.

He endured it for three days, without even a chance to take a nap. When a person doesn't sleep, they are the easiest to lose control. Eric couldn't even sit still cross-legged, and he was shot more and more.

Now he was on the verge of losing his temper, staring at Nathan. He was extremely annoyed to see that Nathan still looked energetic.

Eric gritted his teeth and said, "I confess...! What do you want to know?"

The bald man in the next pit said nothing.

At this moment, the bald man suddenly felt a chill behind him. He subconsciously shrank his neck and looked back...

There was nothing there.

What's going on?