Main World, July 28th, 8:30 a.m.

Zhou Jing leisurely returned to his parents’ house and rang the doorbell.

There was a commotion in the house, and Zhao Jing quickly opened the door.

“Thirdie, you’re back.”

“Yeah.”

Zhou Jing nodded and walked into the house. He realized that his family had gathered again.

Zhou Wei’an sat on the sofa, narrowing his eyes as he smoked one cigarette after another. Smoke lingered around him. His eldest and second brothers sat on the sofa on the other side, their heads turned over.

The Immigration Bureau would also inform his family when he visited. Thus everyone was waiting today.

After completing the final interview procedures, the immigration quota would be officially set and would not be changed again. Even Big Brother especially took a day off, intending to witness it with his own eyes for peace of mind.

Seeing Zhou Jing return, Zhou Wei’an stopped smoking.

He wanted to say something, but he did not know what to say. He could only find something random to talk about.

“How have you been?”

“Still alright.”

Zhou Jing’s tone was calm as he came in front of Zhou Wei’an. He took out the cigarette between his fingers and extinguished it in the ashtray.

Zhou Wei’an: “?”

“I’ve always hated the smell of smoke.”

After Zhou Jing was done, he found an empty seat and sat down, closing his eyes to rest.

Zhou Wei’an frowned a little before taking out another cigarette from the cigarette box to continue smoking.

His gaze passed through the thin smoke screen as he sized up Zhou Jing.

Although it had only been seven or eight days since they last met, he felt that Zhou Jing’s temperament had changed greatly, but he could not tell what had changed.

Beside him, his First and Second Brother looked hesitant.

They wanted to speak, but when they saw Zhou Jing with his eyes closed, they didn’t dare to speak for some reason.

For some reason, the two of them felt that there was an indescribable aura around Zhou Jing, making him seem a little unfamiliar to them now.

It had only been a few days since they last met, and they did not know what had happened to him… But the two of them did not dare to ask.

Zhou Jing did not speak, and everyone remained silent.

In the strange atmosphere, time passed by slowly until it was nine o’clock.

Ding dong—

The doorbell rang once more.

Zhou Wei’an immediately jumped up from the sofa, strode to the door, and opened it.

Outside the door stood two people in silver and red uniforms, a man and a woman.

Zhou Jing opened his eyes to look at them.

The woman was Cheng Li, who had conversed with him before.

The man was someone they had never seen before. He was tall and had some tactical equipment on his uniform. He looked like a soldier or bodyguard. He did not carry the standard-issued gun but had a black baton tucked in his waistband.

Cheng Li showed a document as she politely smiled.

“Is this Mr. Zhou Jing’s home? We are the staff of the Interstellar Immigration Bureau for West Sea City.”

“Yes, this is the place. Please come in.” Zhou Wei’an smiled and moved aside, gesturing for them to enter.

The two immigration officers walked into the living room.

Cheng Li glanced around and found Zhou Jing. She immediately faced him and revealed a formal smile.

“Hello, Mr. Zhou Jing. I’m Cheng Li. We’ve spoken. Before boarding the spaceship, I’ll be in charge of your immigration work. Today is the scheduled visit.”

“Hello.”

Zhou Jing nodded politely. After all, this was her job, and he had no intention of throwing a tantrum.

At this moment, Zhou Wei’an stretched out his hand and smiled.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Zhou Wei’an, Zhou Jing’s father.”

Cheng Li raised her eyebrows but took the offered hand politely. “Hello.”

Zhou Wei’an then turned to look at the male staff member and extended his hand. “Hello, you are…”

The tall man ignored his outstretched hand and seemed to have no intention of speaking. His expression remained indifferent throughout.

Zhou Wei’an’s expression froze, and he pretended to retract his hand naturally.

Cheng Li smiled and explained, “You don’t have to worry about him. He’s just a colleague who makes sure that I can carry out my work smoothly. He’s not in charge of immigration matters and is only in charge of handling unexpected situations.”

“Unexpected situations?”

Cheng Li’s smile did not change. “When the Immigration Bureau visits, they will sometimes encounter situations where the immigrant subjects are too agitated and put on very strong resistance. There were too many similar incidents, so the Immigration Bureau decided to send a Super bodyguard to follow the staff during their visits to prevent the situation from escalating.”

Is this person a Super?

Zhou Wei’an subconsciously took a step back, a little afraid.

Although there were traces of Supers in all aspects of society, and it was not rare, ordinary people would not often come into contact with Supers in their daily lives.

Even with the management of the Supers Bureau, which allowed most Supers to follow the law and integrate into society, it was easy for accidents to happen because they had supernatural powers.

There were often similar news reports about Supers not controlling their strength well when they ran. If they accidentally brushed past a passerby, the passerby would spiral into the sky and be hospitalized for three months. The Supers would be responsible for the hospital fees.

Supers were no different from ordinary people on the Internet. Some people would even open social media and share their lives, especially the contestants in the Super League. Many of them had fans.

However, once they came into close contact with Supers, many ordinary people would subconsciously be afraid. This was an instinct to stay away from danger.

Zhou Jing could not be bothered to look at Zhou Wei’an, but he was interested in this bodyguard.

Not counting the Mutant World, the only Super he had come into contact with in his life was Li Xiaoyin. Natural Awakened like her were more valued, so it was unlikely that she would take up such a basic position.

Powerful Supers usually would not choose such a basic job. Those who were willing to do such a thing were either rookies with no future or officials who followed orders.

“This person shouldn’t be too strong. It’s very likely that he’s one of those Super Soldiers who has been strengthened by genetic potions in the military or the security department…”