The heavy metal gangplank of the disguised courtyard yacht scraped against the black stone dock of VIP Berth #1.
On the forward deck, Gu Changsheng snapped [Dad’s Plot-Spoiler Notebook] shut and tucked it into his apron pocket. Outside the open hatch, five hundred hidden sniper runes along the golden archway hummed to life, locking onto the wooden ramp.
“Five breaths before the gate captain swings,” Gu Changsheng said, resting one hand on the cast-iron spatula at his waist. “Grandpa Fu, don’t block his blade with force. If those sniper runes register a single spark of defensive qi from our side, the whole wall opens fire.”
Grandpa Fu stood at the top of the gangplank in his crisp white butler coat. In his left hand, he carried a woven bamboo steamer leaking the rich aroma of star-anise, roasted garlic, and crispy duck skin. In his right hand, he held his [Jade-Abacus Cane]
and ten bulging leather sacks of High-Grade Spirit Stones.
“Set your mind at ease, Third Young Master,” Grandpa Fu said with a polite bow. “Old Fu has served breakfast in this household for thirty years. Feeding a hungry dog at the front door does not require martial arts.”
Behind him, Ye Xiao, Gu Nian, Su Nuannuan, Jiang Tuntun, and Little Fifth stood in a neat line by the railing. All five kids carried their [Plot-Proof Honor-Student Schoolbags], with the yellow bunny aprons Mom had ironed tucked safely inside.
