Spoiled By the Young Master After Reborn In the 80s
Chapter 507 - 505, arrived at the Guard District

Chapter 507: 505, arrived at the Guard District

The conductor nodded and said to the woman who was still trying to give Luo Shu money, "Big sister, let me help you back to rest. It’s cold in this carriage, and it wouldn’t be good if you catch a chill." If it weren’t for the woman’s pleading, which she really couldn’t refuse, she wouldn’t have agreed to help her over. After all, if anything happened to the woman, she would be responsible.

"Benefactor, please take the money," the mother said, still not giving up on trying to give it to Luo Shu.

Luo Shu took the money and placed it in the conductor’s hand, "Keep it safe for her." Without further attention to the two, she turned and walked back to her bunk.

Seeing that Luo Shu seemed to be upset, the new mother didn’t insist anymore. After saying thanks again, she returned to the conductor’s rest area with the conductor’s assistance.

After a long journey, the train finally arrived at the Northwestern Province Station.

Upon disembarking, Lu Hanmo and his three companions immediately saw a young soldier, who was holding a sign with Lu Hanmo’s name on it and looking around.

Upon seeing Yang Le, the young soldier quickly ran over, "Centurion Yang! I didn’t expect you to return today as well. Is this Sister-in-law?

Yang Le smiled and nodded, "You came to pick up Instructor Lu, right?"

"Yes, I have never met Instructor Lu, but I heard he’s quite scary and has the nickname ’Cold-faced Yama.’ Centurion Yang, do you have a sore throat?" Concerned about Yang Le’s constant coughing, the young soldier asked.

Yang Le gave him a look as if to say, ’good luck with that,’ and introduced Lu Hanmo, "This is Instructor Lu Hanmo!"

"Clatter!" The sign fell from the young soldier’s hands, and cold sweat poured down his forehead as he stiffly turned his neck towards Lu Hanmo, "Instructor... Instructor Lu..." He was doomed! He had just spoken ill of his superior right in front of him, what should he do now?

Lu Hanmo nodded indifferently. He wasn’t one to be petty, of course.

The young soldier swallowed hard, speaking with trepidation, "The... The car is ready..." So scary! Just standing next to him, he could feel the chill emanating from Instructor Lu. Truly, the nickname ’Cold-faced Yama’ wasn’t for nothing!

When they reached the car, the young soldier opened the door, ready to sit behind the wheel, but was interrupted by Lu Hanmo’s detached voice, "I’ll drive."

The young soldier quickly nodded. His mind was still in a daze, not at all in condition to drive, but...

"Instructor Lu... Do you know the way to the training camp?" The presence of the instructor was so strong, it made it difficult for him to breathe. But he knew that this presence wasn’t something Instructor Lu released intentionally; it was innate. Such people were natural leaders, with an air of authority that exuded from their very bones.

"Get in!" Lu Hanmo said lightly.

"Yes, sir!" The young soldier straightened up and saluted, then quickly jogged the brief distance to the back seat of the car.

Luo Shu walked over to the passenger seat and sat down. Probably, apart from her, no one would dare to sit there. Hanmo had already become a Great Mahayana Stage Cultivator. Even if he deliberately restrained his aura, it was not something ordinary people could withstand.

Once everyone was in the car, they drove off toward the Northwest Training Camp.

The Northwest Training Camp was far from the train station. At first, the road was fairly smooth, but once they entered the mountain area, it became steep and uneven, and the mountain roads were very narrow.

Initially, Yang Le and the young soldier were somewhat worried, but after seeing Lu Hanmo’s driving skills, they relaxed. They also found it strange that although Lu Hanmo had never been to the Northwest Training Camp before, he seemed very familiar with the way.

After driving for over three hours, the car finally arrived at the Northwest Training Camp. After going through a series of checks, they entered the camp and drove straight to the residential area for families.

"Luo Shu, I’ve got my house keys. Why don’t you come and sit at my place for a while?" Zhang Xiaoling said. Yang Le had gotten the keys to the house in the residential complex during his trip home to get married.

Luo Shu nodded with a smile and said to Lu Hanmo, "Then I’ll wait at Yang Le’s place." It was Hanmo’s first day here, and he would certainly have to report in and complete some formalities.

"Alright!" Lu Hanmo smiled in reply and walked with Yang Le toward the training camp.

"This is it," Zhang Xiaoling said as she opened the door.

The two walked into the house to see it was a two-bedroom, one-living room unit with a kitchen and a bathroom—not very large, but plenty for a couple.

Because others had lived there before, the house was somewhat dirty. The living room was empty except for a worn wooden sofa, with no other furniture, and the walls showed watermarks—probably from past water seepage—some spots were even moldy.

Zhang Xiaoling frowned and sighed, "Looks like there’s cleaning to be done!" She had thought that the camp would be better than home, but it seemed it wasn’t even up to par. Moreover, there was nothing in the house, everything needed to be bought new. She wondered if the money she brought was enough.

"Is that Centurion Yang’s sister-in-law?" A woman’s voice came from outside the door.

Luo Shu and Zhang Xiaoling turned to look, seeing a slightly plump woman with short, shoulder-length hair, wearing a floral shirt and black pants, standing at the door.

"Yes, I am. Who might you be, sister-in-law?" Zhang Xiaoling smiled at her. Yang Le had also told her about the residential complex, so she knew a little bit about it.

"I’m from the Wu Yanhua family. Just call me Chunhua," Liu Chunhua said with a smile.

"So you’re Sister-in-law Chunhua. Look at me, I just arrived and haven’t had time to tidy up. There’s nowhere to sit," Zhang Xiaoling said with a laugh. Wu Yanhua was also a Centurion, the leader of the seventh hundred. According to Yang Le, other than being somewhat fond of taking small advantages, Wu Yanhua’s wife was alright otherwise.