Chapter 504 No need to guess, I've already rescued Grandpa Liu.

In the shadows of the foyer, Long Aoao clutched the Ultraman Transformation Wand in his arms a little tighter.

His eyes darted around in their sockets.

After confirming his grand goal of dealing with the foreign devils, this mischievous child, not even ten years old, tiptoed away from the living room without making a sound.

Meanwhile, in the center of the living room, Long Dagui and Mother Long were completely oblivious to their son's peculiar behavior.

After all, in their eyes, the child was always fond of running around alone with his toys.

They had booked this presidential suite for a full seven days and would be staying here for the coming days.

Since it was a long stay, they naturally needed to properly settle in the things they had brought.

Mother Long knelt half-crouched before the massive suitcase.

With the zipper undone, she was taking out the toiletry bags, changes of clothes, and even a few delicate teacups one by one.

She was so busy that a fine layer of sweat had broken out on her forehead.

Turning her head, she saw her husband sprawled on the leather sofa like a puddle of mud, and her anger flared up.

"How can you be like this?"

"Can't you lend a hand?"

Mother Long rolled her eyes and couldn't help but complain.

Hearing his wife's urging, Long Dagui furrowed his brows.

He braced his hands on the sofa armrests and stood up, his face full of reluctance.

'What kind of situation is this?'

'I'd be better off staying back in the country.'

This thought surfaced in his mind.

Back home, at the very least, there were nannies to serve him, with food brought to his mouth and clothes laid out for him.

Besides, this was the top-tier five-star hotel in Country A; what high-end daily necessities hadn't they prepared?

His unlucky wife had actually dragged bags and bundles of bottles and jars of daily necessities all the way from home.

Wasn't this just pure trouble for himself?

Although he was a hundred percent unwilling, Long Dagui still moved his thick legs and shuffled over to the suitcase.

He grabbed the shampoo and body wash, running back and forth to the bathroom.

His weight of over two hundred jin turned this simple moving task into heavy physical labor.

Finally, after putting away everything his wife had instructed him to organize, Long Dagui felt his legs aching.

He sank back into the soft sofa with a thud and let out a long sigh of relief.

After resting for a moment, he took his phone out of his pocket and connected to the hotel's Wi-Fi.

Then, he skillfully opened the app and started scrolling through domestic short videos again.

He was trying to use this method to relieve the fatigue of the journey.

However, as soon as the screen lit up, the overwhelming stream of pushed notifications was still that familiar trending news.

On the short video screen, that so-called clarification press conference by Country A, and that video of Professor Liu on Twitter, were being repeatedly edited and replayed.

Moreover, regarding this matter involving Professor Liu, the internet back in the country was in an uproar.

Long Dagui watched the Netizen comments scrolling continuously at the bottom of the screen.

Lines of emotionally charged text came into view.

"It's definitely a conspiracy!"

"We must make Country A hand the person over; our Eastern Country will never compromise!"

"Is there no law anymore? Taking someone away from a university in broad daylight?"

"But how do you explain that video on Twitter?"

"Are you blind, upstairs? The authorities have already issued a test report; part of that video is AI-forged!"

"Exactly, you can tell with your toes that a leading authority in the field of anti-gravity like Professor Liu could never say such things!"

The comment section was filled with indignation.

Countless Netizens were speaking up for this old scientist.

Watching these heated discussions, the muscles at the corner of Long Dagui's eyes twitched involuntarily.

He swiped past a few videos and turned off his phone screen.

Then, he started to feel that something was increasingly wrong.

In the mind of this man who had spent years in the business world, many things became clear once you connected the time, place, and people; the answer was often right in front of you.

Not long ago, in the top-floor corridor, they had seen that gloomy-faced guy who clearly looked like an intelligence agent.

The scene of the corridor being blocked at both ends, and that tightly closed guest room door—all of this made the bold guess in his heart clearer and clearer.

He felt that perhaps, those CIA agents had secretly captured Professor Liu, who was making such a stir on the internet, and brought him to this five-star hotel!

"Wife."

Long Dagui leaned forward and lowered his voice.

"Do you think that's it, wife?"

He pointed toward the room door and repeated his guess.

Hearing her husband's speculation, Mother Long stopped organizing the clothes.

She straightened her back and walked over to the sofa.

On her face, which was adorned with exquisite makeup, her brows were now deeply furrowed.

She didn't speak, just stared at that tightly closed door, her eyes filled with deep concern.

Although the couple were business people who usually valued profit, they were patriotic to the core.

They knew that the nation's prosperity could not be separated from these scientists who contributed silently.

If it hadn't been for letting the mischievous child Long Aoao go out early to see the world and broaden his international horizons, they might never have set foot on this domineering and unreasonable land of Country A in their entire lives.

Now that they had encountered such a national-level major event, that sentiment hidden in the depths of their hearts made it impossible for them to simply turn a blind eye.

Long Dagui felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

He subconsciously reached into his suit pocket.

His fingertips touched the metal cigarette case.

Just as he pulled out a cigarette to light it and relieve his anxiety, the corner of his eye caught his wife's stern glare.

His wrist trembled, and he could only laugh dryly, putting the cigarette back into his pocket exactly as it was.

He leaned back against the sofa, his brain racing.

He was wondering if that Professor Liu was really locked in the room opposite by the CIA, what could he, as a Chinese in a foreign land, do?

Call the police?

Finding police in Country A to arrest the CIA would be absolutely ridiculous.

Call home for help?

Water from afar cannot quench immediate thirst.

It might even alert the enemy.

"But what if it isn't?"

He thought to himself.

What if he guessed wrong?

What if the person living opposite was just some rich person or politician from Country A who didn't like to be disturbed?

If he acted rashly and provoked the wrong people on their turf, then for their family of three, let alone a vacation, whether they could return to Baishui City unscathed would be an unknown.

The air was silent at this moment.

Only the central air conditioning vent emitted a faint whirring sound.

The couple sat on the sofa, occasionally exchanging glances.

Both could see the sense of helplessness and frustration in the other's eyes.

However, just as the two adults were deep in thought with furrowed brows, a crisp voice suddenly rang out from the side and behind the living room, directly breaking this oppressive silence.

"Mom, Dad, you don't need to guess anymore."

"It is Professor Liu."

Long Aoao's crisp, slightly smug child's voice echoed in the room.

Hearing his mischievous child suddenly blurt out such a nonsensical statement, Long Dagui was already annoyed.

This kid wasn't playing with his toys but had actually come to eavesdrop on the adults.

He subconsciously slapped the sofa armrest, wanting to assert his authority as a father and scold him.

"You little brat, what do you know—"

He put on a stern face and turned his head, preparing to give his son a good lecture.

However, when he said the words "what do you know," it was as if a large stone had been stuffed into his throat.

His voice choked off abruptly.

The rest of the sentence was swallowed back into his stomach.

His gaze, prepared for scolding, first fell upon his own little tyke, Long Aoao, who was not yet ten years old.

The little guy was still clutching that metallic-gleaming Ultraman Transformation Wand, with a proud expression on his face that seemed to say, "Praise me."

And immediately after, Long Dagui's gaze moved upward, looking past his son.

He saw a figure that absolutely should not have appeared here.

An old man dressed in appropriate casual clothes, with graying hair and a face full of weathering but exuding scholarly elegance, was standing right there, real and unobstructed, next to his son.

Long Dagui's eyes, which were not large to begin with, widened to the limits of human physiology in that second.

His eyeballs were almost bulging out of their sockets.

His jaw lost control.

His mouth opened wider and wider, bit by bit.

The exaggerated degree of its opening could easily fit an entire fist inside.

His scalp tingled.

A strong electric sensation shot straight up his spine to the top of his head.

He recognized him!

Even if he had only seen him a few times in short videos, he would absolutely not mistake this face that had been hanging on all the major news headlines for two whole days!

Isn't this f*cking Professor Liu, who was heavily guarded by the Country A CIA, who had set up a dragnet on the other side of the corridor so that not even a fly could fly in?!

His wife, sitting beside him, had the same reaction.

Mother Long was still holding an unfolded shirt, which had now fallen onto the carpet.

She covered her mouth, her eyes wide open.

The entire living room of the presidential suite fell into a deathly silence where you could hear a pin drop.

These two middle-aged spouses, who were just worrying about how to save someone, were now slumped on the sofa.

The two stared dumbfounded at Long Aoao and Professor Liu standing before them.

Their brains had turned into a complete mush, and they couldn't figure out at all what heaven-defying method their nine-year-old son had used to get the person out.